When She Stops Being Dramatic

Chapter 299: Chapter 1114: The Green Tea Female Supporting Character in a Period Piece Novel (Part 1)

”After all, Huo Tianhao was originally supposed to fall off a cliff and die.”

”However, she seemed to be your special antidote for this world.”

The man was the Cosmic God Slayer, his spiritual power a rare SSSS-rank. He was born a destroyer in human form, with power comparable to a supermassive black hole.

His very existence was the guarantee of the Sirius Star’s stability. At the same time, the immense spiritual damage he suffered from each interstellar war required tens of thousands of missions to alleviate. If left unchecked, he would either fall into an eternal slumber to self-repair or self-destruct—taking the entire Sirius Star with him!

He glanced down at a certain part of him that had become a little too excited. ’Sure enough, once that door has been opened, it’s hard to close it again and pretend nothing happened.’

’Am I going to have to choose a woman to spend my life with in every world from now on?’

He was used to the loneliness that came with being at the top, accustomed to a solitary existence. The thought of suddenly becoming an ordinary man, sinking into the decadent comfort of a life with a wife and kids, was something he found impossible to accept...

Faced with reality, even someone as powerful as him had no choice: either wither into oblivion while resisting, or debase himself by accepting it!

”I can modify the character’s attributes, right?” He wasn’t ready to concede just yet; he wanted to put up a bit of a fight.

’Last time, choosing a body that was already on death’s door didn’t help me avoid my luck with women,’ he thought. ’This time, I’ll have to try a different approach!’

”Yes, Master, you can. But the changes shouldn’t be too drastic, or they could cause irreparable damage to the native world, and you might have trouble returning smoothly,” the butler said with a nod.

”This time, give me mysophobia—and make it the kind where I’m allergic to touching women, breaking out in hives all over my body!”

The butler paused. ’The Master is truly hard on himself.’ But this kind of allergic mysophobia was a psychosomatic condition, not a foolproof solution.

’What if the Master ends up turning gay because of his own machinations?’

He knew that for someone with such immense spiritual power and fighting prowess, once they had their first taste, certain... appetites became very difficult to suppress. Going back to a life of solitude would be out of the question...

However, smart as he was, he said no more and respectfully complied.

He could only hope that when the Master returned this time, he would still have his basic sanity intact and wouldn’t take his frustrations out on him!

The man, convinced his plan was foolproof, didn’t bother to rest. As if eager to prove the brilliance of his own decision, he stepped directly back into the nutrient pod. ’Heh, let’s just see which woman dares to get close to me this time.’

On the western edge of a small, unremarkable mountain village in Qingjiang County, Liao Province, Xiahua, a large landlord once held sway. The once-imposing mansion with its three courtyards had been savaged, leaving it little more than crumbling walls and broken ramparts.

Later, it was tidied up a little, and a few scattered rooms that could barely offer shelter from the wind and rain were repurposed to house the waves of sent-down youth arriving in the area.

A series of gut-wrenching coughs erupted from the small side room next to the main building.

The sent-down youth eating in the courtyard paused, their chopsticks hovering. They glanced at a man with a cold, stern expression on his face before silently bowing their heads and resuming their meal.

It was the peak of the busy farming season, the weather was scorching hot, and a full morning of high-intensity labor had left everyone famished and exhausted. All they wanted was to finish eating and collapse into bed, ignoring the wheat chaff and grime clinging to their skin.

Life in the countryside was just too bitter. While the day-in, day-out labor hadn’t completely extinguished the passionate zeal they’d felt when first volunteering to develop the rural areas, it had certainly dampened most of it.

When they had to wrack their brains just to secure food and warmth, who had the leisure to discuss ideals? Who had the energy for poetry and romance?

For once, there were a few meat dishes on the table: a heaping plate of scrambled eggs with tomato, a dish of stir-fried cucumber with minced pork, cabbage sautéed in lard, and a plate of stir-fried bitter melon to ward off heatstroke.

It looked like a lot of food, but split among nearly twenty people, it amounted to just a few bites each—barely enough to put some fat in their bellies.

There were also large steamed buns made from a three-grain flour mix and a thick cornmeal porridge. Everyone scarfed down their food, afraid that even a moment’s pause would mean one less mouthful of the savory dishes.

Once the ”battle” was over, the man stood up. He placed a steamed bun on top of the small bowl of food he had set aside, picked up a bowl nearly full of cornmeal porridge, and carried them into the house with a sigh of resignation.

The other men threw down their chopsticks, wiped their mouths, and went inside to rest.

The two women on cleanup duty had to push through their aching bodies to clear the table, muttering just loud enough to be heard, ”Some people are just born to be pampered ladies. It’s not the dead of winter, and it’s not like she fell in the river. The minute we get busy, she decides to get sick!”

”Isn’t that the truth? She doesn’t do a lick of work, but she gets her full share at mealtime. If Jiang Zishi weren’t protecting her, you think she’d have such an easy life?”

Normally, they might let it slide. But they were so exhausted they could barely move, their faces sunburned and peeling, while the girl in the room was still as pale and delicate as when she first arrived. It didn’t look like she was here to support the rural development effort at all—it was more like she was on vacation!

It was no wonder everyone felt so resentful.