Quick Transmigration: Striving Every Day to Overcome Tribulation

A thought suddenly flashed through Su Su's mind, like a ray of light: "You're not going to say you gave your points to someone else, are you?"

"No..." Yu Que's voice came out weakly, sounding somewhat unsure of himself.

"That's good, let's go quickly." Su Su cursed inwardly. If it weren't for the fact that each small world had its own specific operating rules that bound her, she would definitely bomb this small world to pieces without hesitation.

At this moment, an idea quietly resurfaced in her mind: why not turn Yu Que into a puppet!

This dangerous thought flashed through her mind like a ghost, but Yu was completely unaware of it, still lost in her own thoughts.

“…I exchanged all my points for items.” Yu Que’s words broke the brief silence.

"..." Su Su was speechless for a moment.

"You big idiot!" Su Su scolded angrily.

At this moment, the idea of ​​turning Yu Que into a puppet grew stronger in Su Su's mind.

She bit her lip tightly, her eyes flashing with a complex and unfathomable light, constantly weighing the pros and cons of this dangerous idea in her mind.

Yu Que huddled up, his heart filled with fear and unease, like a lone boat in a storm.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe. Dim light squeezed in through the narrow gaps, weakly falling on him, adding to his loneliness and desolation.

His eyes revealed a deep helplessness, and his mind was filled with heartbreaking scenes from the past.

At that moment, he was convinced that Su Su would be like the others before her, ruthlessly pushing him away or simply abandoning him when his life was in danger.

He recalled those players from before, who had come to his side one by one, full of conviction and the promise of salvation. In the beginning, their eyes were full of sincerity and enthusiasm, as if they truly wanted to protect him at all costs.

Their bright eyes shone with unwavering determination, and the slightly upturned corners of their mouths seemed to speak of their resolve.

However, as time went by, when danger actually struck, those vows and promises became so fragile.

One by one, they died tragically. Just before they decided to give up on him, an accident would always happen, and they would perish. Each time this happened, his heart would be pierced with pain.

The sharp pain was like fine needles, piercing his heart again and again, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Meanwhile, in the dim corner, dust motes danced slowly in the faint light, as if sighing for his fate.

Yu Que knew that as a saint, he possessed powerful healing abilities, and as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he could stubbornly survive.

But precisely because of this, he thought to himself with a self-deprecating smile, "I really am a monster."

Why do others die so easily, while he always manages to survive desperate situations? He felt like he was cursed by fate, yearning for genuine love and protection, yet fearing the pain of betrayal and abandonment that he would never experience again.

He didn't know where to go or what to do, and his heart was filled with confusion and hesitation.

His hands were clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, yet he felt no pain, for the anguish in his heart had already overshadowed this insignificant physical pain.

The howling around him was like heavy shackles, binding him tightly and preventing him from breaking free.

The next second, without saying a word, Su Su grabbed Yu Que's hand and quickly walked towards the clock tower in the city.

That was the home of the sculptor Mingyou, and also the place where Su Su woke up.

Yu Que's gaze fell on the hand that Su Su was holding tightly. Su Su's hand was not warm, a fact he had known from the beginning.

However, for some reason, he just didn't care.

It had been a long time since anyone had approached him with such enthusiasm.

Even Su Ye, who was also a player, only felt a moment of surprise and excitement when she saw him. But soon, Su Ye would avoid him from a distance, just like everyone else, relying on his powerful healing ability while threatening him at the same time.

On the surface, they seemed reluctant, but in reality, they were extremely ruthless, taking his props without any hesitation.

They didn't want to be implicated because of him, and they didn't want to travel with him, for fear that other players would mistakenly think that they were like him, that they were saints who could take items and use them at any time, or to put it more bluntly, that they were suckers.

Yu Que felt bitter; he was indeed very hypocritical.

"Why don't you go first? I can survive on my own..."

Yu Que stopped in his tracks, no longer following Su Su in her escape.

His eyes revealed a deep weariness, as if he were tired of it all.

Enough, really enough.

Stop here, for the sake of everyone's hypocrisy and imagination. If it were just one more second, the relentlessly pursuing sculpture would catch up with him, and he would still meet the same fate as before. Why not stop now?

In his later memories, he could at least deceive himself into thinking that someone had risked their life to save him, but he had simply given up on it.

His heart was filled with helplessness and despair; he was a homeless child abandoned by the world and excluded from it.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm an NPC in your players' eyes. You want me to run away? Are you crazy! Father?"

Su Su was so angry she wanted to bite Yu Que to death. What are you doing stopping at this crucial moment? Be careful, or I'll break your legs.

Qi Qi: "Master, the male protagonist of this small world, Yu Que, seems a bit off. He might actually be a little world-weary."

Qi Qi tested it again and again uncertainly, but Su Su ignored her.

Qiqi wisely went into hiding.

Su Su's eyes burned with anger as she stared intently at Yu Que, as if trying to spur him into action with her gaze.

However, Yu Que remained standing there, motionless, as if he had made up his mind to give up.

The atmosphere was tense and oppressive. The footsteps of the sculptures grew closer and closer, as if the tolling of death bells were ringing in our ears.

"If you don't leave, I'll knock you out and we'll go together. At worst, we'll all die together!"

Su Su's tone was resolute, and her eyes shone with a determined light, as if she had already prepared for the worst.

"Hmph! Anyway, I can still go to other worlds. If I lose them, so be it. The Great Heavenly Dao won't blame me." Su Su thought to herself. She wasn't afraid of failure because she knew she still had a way out.

Seeing the fierce glint in Su Su's eyes, Yu Que couldn't help but swallow hard, a nameless fear rising in his heart.

When Su Su pulled him again, he took the opportunity to run. He knew he couldn't hesitate any longer, or he would only bring greater danger to everyone.

"I'm giving you the Heart of Sculpture now!" Upon arriving at the Bell Tower, Yu Que hadn't even had a chance to take in the surroundings when he heard Su Su's sudden words.

Yu Que was stunned; he had never expected Su Su to make such a decision.