Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone!-Chapter 211: Origin

A wedding of the century? Protagonist gong? Ding Wei? 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

Ding Yixin let out a cold laugh, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

And under Ding Yixin’s stare, the plush ball felt as though cold sweat was breaking out all over its back.

That shouldn’t be possible! It was just a system, where could cold sweat even come from?!

"Then what about Dr. Ding?" Rong Xingyu hadn’t heard Ding Yixin’s name anywhere in the plot, and couldn’t help frowning.

"That’s where the problem lies..." The plush ball’s electronic voice even sounded a little dejected. "In the first cycle, no one knows exactly what happened, but the two of you suddenly awakened self awareness and fell in love with each other."

Even as it said this, the system still felt completely baffled.

The protagonist shou Rong Xingyu suddenly developed his own consciousness, refused to continue following the predetermined plot, and instead fell in love with the protagonist gong’s uncle, the big villain whose identity would only be revealed at the very end of the story.

Hearing this, Ding Yixin’s expression finally eased.

He interlaced his fingers with Rong Xingyu’s, and an inevitable thought surfaced in his heart, so that’s how it was after all.

When Ding Yixin looked into Rong Xingyu’s eyes, he saw the very same emotion reflected there.

The two of them smiled at the same time, without prior agreement.

Ding Yixin gently pressed his forehead against Rong Xingyu’s and said with a hint of emotion, "So it turns out we’ve fallen in love so many times."

Rong Xingyu was also deeply moved.

Yes, during the first cycle, after they awakened their self-awareness, they fell in love. Later, believing he had transmigrated into a novel, he fell in love with Ding Yixin again.

And not long ago, Rong Xingyu had thought he had returned to the "real world," yet he had still fallen in love with Ding Yixin all over again.

The protagonist and the villain falling in love caused this already fragile small world to fall into complete chaos.

Moreover, the novel itself had originally been a shallow, brainless, sweet wish-fulfillment story with very little substance, extremely fragile by nature.

Once chaos set in, it had nearly collapsed altogether.

"After the small world became chaotic, my master and I were responsible for correcting its plot," the plush ball continued in a small voice. "But after my master finished reading all the plots, he suddenly said that he wanted to properly play around in this small world."

Rong Xingyu: "Play? How was he going to play?"

"Because this world’s energy was relatively weak, it generally wouldn’t attract attention from above. So my master modified the entire world’s settings."

"My master said the original plot was too boring, and that he particularly liked the ’true and fake young master’ trope."

"... "

Rong Xingyu was a little speechless.

Even if the plush ball hadn’t said it, he felt like he could already vaguely guess what came next.

"My master fabricated a character and set him up as the true young master who had been switched at birth and misplaced for more than ten years."

After the true young master returned to the Rong family, everyone immediately fell in love with this "true young master," including the Rong family’s brothers and even the childhood sweetheart fiancé.

Rong Xingyu let out a soft "oh." This part was very familiar to him, wasn’t this exactly the plot he had first learned about?

Going by that logic, Rong Zhihao should have been the fabricated character, wrapped in a halo of universal affection, becoming the new "protagonist shou."

"My master arranged everything, but just as he was about to transmigrate into that character’s body, an error occurred at the very last step."

The plush ball glanced at Rong Xingyu.

Whether out of guilt or unease, its voice grew weaker.

"He ended up transmigrating into your body."

Rong Xingyu: "..."

What did it mean, transmigrating into his body?

Sitting beside him, Ding Yixin’s fingers moved almost imperceptibly as he coldly stared at the plush ball, which had gone completely stiff.

Under his gaze, the plush ball began to tremble uncontrollably.

It swallowed a mouthful of saliva that didn’t actually exist. "And then my master replaced your body, while the world automatically filled in another role, ah, that would be the consciousness of the Rong Zhihao you mentioned."

"As for why you ended up going to another small world, my clearance level still isn’t high enough. Even now, I don’t know the reason," the plush ball said.

By the end, it was on the verge of tears and its electronic voice breaking in fragments.

Rong Xingyu had not expected that even such an electronic voice could sound choked with sobs.

So it turned out that he had originally been the protagonist of a certain novel.

After awakening his self-awareness, he had not followed the predetermined plot, but instead fallen in love with the villain.

As a result, the small world descended into chaos.

And the "master" mentioned by the plush ball, that is, the person Rong Xingyu had always believed to be the "original body" had, during the process of correcting the plot, arbitrarily modified the settings and fabricated a person who had not previously existed: Rong Zhihao.

He had intended to become the "Rong Zhihao" of that world, but by a twist of fate, he had instead transmigrated into Rong Xingyu’s body.

This caused the real Rong Xingyu to be forcibly sent to another world, where he lived for more than ten years as that world’s "Rong Xingyu."

It was not until that unexpected car accident that Rong Xingyu had finally been able to return here.

Rong Xingyu realized something. He frowned and asked the plush ball, which was trying to play dead, "When did you start correcting the plot?"

"At, at the time when you were eight years old... didn’t you get into a car accident when you were little?" The plush ball’s voice grew smaller and smaller.

By the time it finished speaking, it felt as if the temperature around it had suddenly plummeted.

It was over, it was over.