Can I still be saved? [Transmigration] - Chapter 50.2

Damn it — his death ended up becoming Mu Ge’s wedding dress.

Su Yunjing didn’t dislike Mu Ge. After all, this was how the novel’s plot had been written; it wasn’t her fault. He just felt… stifled.

As he sat numbly on the floor of that white space, the transmigration system’s gentle voice chimed in again: “Host, don’t be discouraged. Keep up the good work!”

Keep up exactly what?

The system’s overly soft tone carried a hint of guilt. Sensing that something was off, Su Yunjing finally pulled himself together a little and asked the book-transmigration system, “My mission should be completed by now, right?”

The book-transmigration system: “…”

It somehow felt that this particular host had completely misunderstood what yandere meant — and especially misunderstood Fu Hanzhou.

“To tell you the truth,” the system said at last, “you didn’t complete the mission.”

Su Yunjing was quiet for a long time. He opened his mouth several times, but each time, he swallowed the words back down.

Finally, after holding it in for a while, he couldn’t stop himself from growling, “If I didn’t complete it, then why am I dead again?”

He had thought the mission was finished — that the system had “killed the donkey after it plowed the field,” reclaiming his life while allowing the novel’s plot to continue. Mu Ge would rescue Fu Hanzhou, and everything would move on as written.

As for the definition of a ‘successful mission’, Su Yunjing suspected that his own understanding differed quite a bit from the system’s.

In his mind, a yandere was the kind of person who killed and burned without remorse — a cold, antisocial lunatic who had no regard for human life.

Fu Hanzhou, though… sure, the little tsundere was possessive, exclusive, deeply obsessive, and prone to emotional breakdowns for no clear reason — all traits that fit the yandere profile.

But he had never hurt anyone, nor done anything extreme. On the contrary, he even went out of his way to help classmates in need, his recent behavior had been downright excellent.

Maybe, in the eyes of the book-transmigration system, as long as the little tsundere’s mental illness wasn’t completely cured, he would still count as a yandere.

But how could Su Yunjing cure a genetic mental disorder in such a short time? He needed more time with Fu Hanzhou. A time to learn psychology, to treat him slowly!!!

He had just started making progress when the system yanked him back here, and that alone made him furious.

The system coughed awkwardly.

“Well… the situation is a bit complicated.”

According to the novel’s hidden plotline, the real Wen Ci had actually died years ago in the same car crash that killed the Wen couple.

To help Su Yunjing integrate faster into Fu Hanzhou’s life, the system had forcibly altered the novel’s setting, and forcibly brought Wen Ci back to life.

In the original story, Wen Yanlai — the actress Mu Ge’s mentor — had lost her only son in that accident. Mu Ge’s later appearance filled the void in her heart, and Yanlai treated her like a daughter, using her connections to help Mu Ge land a major film role.

The system couldn’t remove Mu Ge’s ‘golden finger’ — her destined luck — but it could tweak the timeline slightly.  As long as Wen Ci died before Mu Ge entered the entertainment industry, the plot would remain intact.

So the system had planned to give Su Yunjing a few years time to heal Fu Hanzhou before his fated death.

That was the system’s clever little scheme.

But it hadn’t counted on one thing: Fu Hanzhou himself was a bug, stronger than the world’s own logic. The system’s limited power couldn’t fight the pull of fate, and the plot corrected itself — making Su Yunjing die on May 1st, exactly as Wen Ci was originally meant to.

This time, only Su Yunjing died. Fu Hanzhou and Wen Huaishan were completely unharmed.

The car crash wasn’t an accident, it was the law of the novel’s world forcibly steering the story back on track. Su Yunjing was just the disposable pawn sacrificed to make that happen.

In short, it was the system’s own cleverness that backfired, all because it tried to speed things up, and ended up screwing Su Yunjing over.

…..

The transmigration system hadn’t properly explained how the novel’s mechanics actually worked. Su Yunjing only understood bits and pieces that Wen Ci was supposed to have died in that car crash long ago.

After realizing this, Su Yunjing became even more convinced that the system was completely unreliable.

Trying to save face, the system insisted that while it did have part of the blame, Su Yunjing wasn’t innocent either.

Even now, he didn’t really understand what kind of person Fu Hanzhou truly was, he still treated him like some obedient little sweetheart, doing his task half-heartedly and dragging his feet.

Hmph. The system huffed to itself. This was the worst host it had ever had.

To make Su Yunjing better understand Fu Hanzhou, and hopefully complete the mission properly this time, the proud, kind system decided to give him a little ‘guidance’. “Host,” it said, “do you want to know how Fu Hanzhou reacted after you died?”

Worried that the little tsundere’s condition might worsen, Su Yunjing silently nodded.

He thought the transmigration system would simply tell him what happened, he didn’t expect it to directly project the scene into his mind.

After Su Yunjing lost consciousness, the car suddenly caught fire.

At that moment, Fu Hanzhou and Wen Huaishan had already been rescued; only Su Yunjing remained trapped inside.

As the flames spread rapidly, no one dared to get too close, everyone was afraid the car might explode.

In the end, it was Fu Hanzhou, who had briefly regained consciousness, dragged Su Yunjing out of the burning car.

When Su Yunjing was pulled out, his body was covered in burns, and half his face was a bloody, unrecognizable mess.

There were no signs of life left in him, but Fu Hanzhou, refusing to accept it, desperately performed CPR on him.

People around tried to persuade Fu Hanzhou to stop, but he didn’t seem to hear them, he just kept ‘rescuing’ Su Yunjing with everything he had.

Watching this, Su Yunjing felt an ache deep in his chest.

He could tell the little tsundere simply couldn’t accept his death, such an emotional outburst was only to be expected.

Fu Hanzhou alternated between CPR and artificial respiration for a long time, but Su Yunjing didn’t respond at all.

Eventually, Fu Hanzhou seemed to realize something, his lashes began to tremble.

That trembling spread to his lips. Fu Hanzhou’s jaw tightened, the muscles in his cheeks twitching, as if something sharp had torn open a piece of his heart.

He cradled Su Yunjing’s face carefully in his hands, kissing him once… then again, and again.

Su Yunjing gave no response, lying there motionless with his eyes closed.

A sudden, overwhelming panic engulfed Fu Hanzhou. He pulled Su Yunjing into his arms, locking his body in a desperate embrace.

When the sound of approaching fire trucks finally echoed through the night, Fu Hanzhou jerked as if waking from a dream and suddenly lifted Su Yunjing into his arms, running toward a nearby small truck.

The truck belonged to one of the bystanders who had helped earlier. Seeing the crash, the man had stopped, killed the engine, and even left the key in the ignition.

Fu Hanzhou climbed in with Su Yunjing and drove off.

“Hey! What are you doing?” the truck owner shouted, chasing after the vehicle for several meters. “Stop! Stop, or I’ll call the police!”

When he realized he couldn’t catch up, he cursed under his breath and immediately called the police.

Donglin City was surrounded by mountains and rivers, a famous tourist destination. Besides the well-known Mount Lintai, there were many smaller, unremarkable hills scattered around.

But compared to Mount Lintai, those hills were nothing more than little mounds of earth.

Su Yunjing had no idea what Fu Hanzhou intended to do. The delivery truck lurched and swayed as he drove it, bumping along the road for more than ten kilometers. The farther they went, the fewer people there were, until only a stretch of rolling hills surrounded them.

At last, Fu Hanzhou stopped at the foot of an unnamed mountain.

He took a shovel from the back of the truck, then carried Su Yunjing on his back as he began to climb.

The mountain was wild and unpaved, its slope steep at the beginning. With Su Yunjing’s body on his back, every step looked dangerous.

Su Yunjing’s heart clenched as he watched, afraid Fu Hanzhou might fall.

When they finally reached a small flat area, Fu Hanzhou gently set Su Yunjing down and began to dig a pit with the shovel.

The hole wasn’t deep, only about ten centimeters or so  but it was fairly long and wide. He laid Su Yunjing into it, then lay down beside him.

Su Yunjing’s body was covered in burns, the flesh on his face stuck together and torn open. Even he thought the sight was horrifying.

But Fu Hanzhou’s expression was calm as he held Su Yunjing in his arms, lying down beside him as if they were simply sharing a bed like before. He buried his face in Su Yunjing’s neck, the movement was intimate and familiar.

Night had completely fallen, yet every detail of Fu Hanzhou’s face was still vividly etched in Su Yunjing’s mind — every flicker of emotion, every faint movement.

The mountain night was bitterly cold. Frost gathered on Fu Hanzhou’s long lashes, his complexion pale and cold, like the first snow of a harsh winter.

He lay quietly beside Su Yunjing, eyes closed, his face utterly serene.

It was a disturbing kind of serenity.

Su Yunjing’s heart gave a hard jolt. He suddenly remembered what Fu Hanzhou had once said — that no matter what he did, Fu Hanzhou would always stay with him.

The boy had always carried a streak of self-destructive despair, and now, with his sudden death, he feared he wouldn’t be able to accept it — that he might do something foolish.

Anxious, Su Yunjing could only hope the police would hurry and find them, that someone would bring Fu Hanzhou back before it was too late.

Then, the system’s voice sounded suddenly: “Host, would you like to see Fu Hanzhou’s world?”

“What?” Su Yunjing’s mind was still tangled up in worry for Fu Hanzhou; he didn’t quite understand what the system meant.

The system’s tone was calm as it explained, “Every person has their own spiritual world. Do you want to see what Fu Hanzhou looks like right now?”

The scene in Su Yunjing’s mind froze on the image of Fu Hanzhou holding him tightly.

He looked at the boy’s calm, detached expression — the serene face that seemed too still, too composed — and an uneasy feeling crept up his spine. Something about it was terribly wrong.

So he nodded.

The entire scene shifted in an instant.

Inside Fu Hanzhou’s spiritual world, Su Yunjing’s body was filled with countless writhing worms — pale, soft, packed densely together, layer upon layer.

They squirmed beneath the skin like fine silt bubbling up from a spring.

The sight made Su Yunjing’s scalp prickle and a chill run down his back.

Fu Hanzhou’s inner world was nothing like the calm façade he showed on the outside.

He was like a withered leaf trembling violently in a freezing wind, his fingers twitching as if gripped by an invisible cold.

White worms crawled out of Su Yunjing’s body and burrowed into Fu Hanzhou’s flesh, gnawing at him inch by inch.

His lashes trembled uncontrollably, as though he’d been struck by a violent chill.

Each worm that entered him carried traces of Su Yunjing’s flesh and bl00d.

Fu Hanzhou could only watch helplessly as they used their grotesque mouths to tear open Su Yunjing’s organs, devouring what was left of him.

Fu Hanzhou’s body ached as though it were being flayed alive, bl00d and pain everywhere.

All he could do was hold Su Yunjing tighter.

The once warm body in his arms was growing colder and colder — turning to ice.

Fu Hanzhou curled up beside him, shivering from both pain and cold.

The person in his embrace had no breath, no heartbeat, no response and he, like a lost child, could do nothing but cling to him, not knowing what else to do.