The Book Soul Chronicles: Godslayer

At this time, in the 21st century, Ye Ling was holed up in her rented room reading fantasy novels.

Ye Ling, as a typical college student preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, studied relentlessly for three months before the exam, studying until two or three in the morning every night and getting up before dawn.

They get up earlier than the chickens and go to bed later than the dogs every day, relentlessly pushing themselves to new heights of involution.

On the day her postgraduate entrance exam ended, her classmates invited her out to go clubbing and drinking to relax, but Ye Ling, who has a bit of social anxiety, politely declined.

When her classmates heard her say she had social anxiety, their faces looked like they had seen a ghost. They glanced at Ye Ling's affected manner and their eyes instantly showed disdain.

But then I saw the dark circles under her eyes and her pale face. She looked like she was about to be a disheveled NPC in the haunted house, so I didn't insist and told her to go back and rest.

I nodded listlessly in the middle of the night, groggily hailed a taxi, got back to the taxi, and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.

I slept until the evening of the next day. To be honest, I was woken up by hunger. I felt like I would starve to death if I had gotten up a second later. So I ordered fried chicken, milk tea, and crayfish and ate like crazy, as if I wanted to make up for the bad food I hadn’t eaten in the previous three months.

While eating until she was half full, she also dug out a novel from her collection of novels that had been gathering dust for almost three months. It was a female-centric cultivation novel where the female protagonist was pampered by her family, and the setting alone was very much in line with her style.

She happily flipped through the book and saw a character with the same name as her. She felt a stronger sense of identification with the character and even felt that the book was created for her.

So I skimmed through it, eagerly flipping through the pages. But as I read, the smile on my face faded, and I ended up gritting my teeth in frustration. In the end, I saw the female lead stealing all my resources, and finally, the male lead stabbed me to death.

The worst part is that she doesn't even survive ten chapters. If it were made into an anime or TV series, she would be a cannon fodder character who doesn't even last three episodes.

Enraged, he threw the novel at his feet and stomped on it several times, cursing as he did so.

"Pah! This shameless author actually made someone with the same name as me into a hopelessly infatuated, blind, and simp."

"Not only is she a blind, simp, but whenever the male lead is injured, she sends him all sorts of good things. She helps the male and female leads when they are attacked, and she curses when they are provoked by other cannon fodder. When the male and female leads are dating, she is blind and pretends not to see anything."

"The filter must be 800 meters thick, making people think that the male and female leads are bound by the bond between their master and disciple. When the male lead protects the female lead, he even thinks that he has fallen in love with a kind fellow disciple and a peer who is loving and selfless."

"Finally, out of love for the protagonist, he also treated her very well, sending her all sorts of spiritual treasures and herbs that he had painstakingly obtained, allowing her cultivation to improve even faster, and her reputation as a genius became even more popular."

"She herself was originally a mixed spiritual root, and she needed resources. She was stupid enough to give them to others, so her reputation as a useless person became known throughout the sect. What's more, she had an extra person to compare herself to, and the male and female leads kept trying to sow discord between them, thinking that they were just jealous of her good relationship with the male and female leads."

"Even the cannon fodder who opposes the male and female leads couldn't stand it and spoke up for her. As a result, he was brainwashed by the male and female leads and thought they were trying to sow discord between them. He even argued with them, which only added the label of a good-for-nothing to his image, as well as a few labels of a fool who can't distinguish right from wrong, a simp, and a fierce person."

"In the end, she witnessed the female lead killing her fellow disciple Ling Aoxue. She saw the whole process and felt that her worldview was challenged. Her junior sister, who was usually reasonable and extremely talented, was so vicious behind the scenes. Thinking about what those cannon fodder had said to her, she felt that the female lead was a snake-hearted person."

"Fortunately, she hid it well and wasn't discovered, but she foolishly ran into the male lead and even said that she wanted to go with him to expose her. When the male lead heard this, he tried to sow discord with her again, but this time it didn't work. She then became convinced that the female lead, Shen Tingxue, was a vicious woman with a heart of a snake."

"She was even worried that the male lead would be deceived by her, and repeatedly explained and reminded him. Then she was about to go to Elder Ling to tell him about her daughter's murder. Seeing her insistence, the male lead actually drew his sword and pierced her heart from behind, killing her. She couldn't believe it even in death that the man she loved so deeply would kill her for a woman with a heart of a snake."

"Even in death, she was still reflecting on what she had done wrong, still thinking that her senior brother was bewitched by Shen Tingxue, and still trying to explain herself. In the end, she could only stare wide-eyed and fall down unwillingly."

"Finally, I heard the male lead say that Junior Sister Shen's cultivation cannot be crippled and she cannot be expelled from the sect, so he can only let you die. Don't you love me? Junior Sister Shen's cultivation can be crippled and she can be expelled from the sect, and she may face revenge and die. When I think about all this, my heart aches as if I'm dead. So can you understand me?"

"Oh my, you know she likes you, yet you keep her hanging on while dating your junior sister. You're such a shameless scumbag! You stabbed her to death and then asked her, 'Can you understand me?' Understand my ass! Since you're heartbroken, just die! Why drag the living down with you?"

"And that female lead, now that she's been reborn, she should know even more what it means to be grateful. Ye Ling is genuinely good to her, but she pretends to be confused and doesn't understand. She's just a pure white lotus flower."

"This kind of person actually became the female lead, and in the end, after the great battle, she rebuilt the sect with the male lead and became the famous ancestor of the Floating Heaven Sect. She deserves it. In her previous life, she was disfigured, fed to demonic beasts, and died such a miserable death that she deserved her."

"That's it? A strong woman? She's just a hypocrite. Humph!!!"

Then, Ye Lin glanced down at the cover, curious to see which brainless author had written it—their intentions were utterly despicable. Seeing the name reignited her anger, and she continued to curse.

"What... Qingyu Zhenjun, is that you? Are you brain-dead? Is it the distortion of human nature or the decline of morality that made you write such an illogical, nonsensical, and blind novel?"

"You've got a screw loose in your head! I suggest you don't try to fix plot holes in your novel next time; go get your head checked first! To write a novel like this, you must be seriously ill!"

Ye Ling got tired of cursing. She took a big gulp of milk tea with her left hand, as if she were sucking all those stupid plots into her stomach and then expelling them. With her right hand, she took a big bite of a chicken leg, treating it as if it were the stupid author and wanting to tear it to pieces.

She ate too quickly and a bone got stuck in her neck. She pounded her chest a few times but couldn't spit it out. She then quickly drank some milk tea, which made it even tighter. Because she couldn't breathe properly, the milk tea entered her lungs, causing a violent cough. Her breathing difficulties, which were already severe, became even more difficult.

She fell to the ground, desperately trying to reach for her phone, but her consciousness began to blur. She finally unlocked her phone and had just typed "1" when she fainted due to difficulty breathing and temporary suffocation from lack of oxygen.

When she woke up again, she realized she was stumbling and running, and then, without noticing, she tripped and fell flat on her face.

"Wait, wasn't I dead? Why am I still running? Is this a hallucination?"

She muttered to herself, but the bruises on her knees and hands kept coming, reminding her that she was not dead.

"No, what's going on?"

She picked up her hands and looked at them. They were slender, long, and fair as jade. These weren't her own hands. She looked at her clothes for a while and realized that she was wearing a light blue ancient costume. She was stunned.

"This... am I going to time travel like in a novel?"

At this moment, her mind went blank.