WTCPG 1

On the steep cliffs of the rugged mountains, clouds swirled and mist gathered. A slender and handsome man stood with his hands behind his back at the edge of the cliff, his flowing purple robes billowing in the wind.

 

He gazed at the ethereal mist, wearing a mysterious expression, with a lollipop dangling from his mouth.

 

“Ah, how lonely it feels to be invinsible!”

 

“Ding! Congratulations, host’s skin thickness +1,” the system prompted.

 

Mi Dao: “…”

 

Mi Dao shifted the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other, thinking, “System, you don’t understand. Dominating the martial world, standing alone at the top—that’s the romance of a mature man.”

 

System: “A mature man eating a lollipop?”

 

Mi Dao’s face flushed. “Cough… so, is everyone here yet? I’ve been posing for ages, and my arm is a bit sore.”

 

System: “They’re already behind you.”

 

Mi Dao was startled. “What the heck! The candy is still in my mouth! Trash can, trash can! Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up…”

 

System, with a deadpan expression said, “You can think of it as a mature man’s smoke.”

 

“No, I’m still a kid! System daddy, save me!”

 

This game’s script was 99% complete; if the character collapses, I’ll have to start all over again. 

 

It feels just like losing power on a computer without saving the game—absolutely suffocating. Mi Dao has worked hard to reach this point, and he doesn’t want to delete his progress at this critical moment!

 

If so, he would instantly lose all motivation, like a salted fish.

 

The system huffed, and a small trash can appeared out of nowhere in front of Mi Dao.

 

“Devil Ye Wuchang! Where do you think you’re running?”

 

A strong shout came from behind, accompanied by the sound of many footsteps.

 

After spitting out the lollipop, Mi Dao watched the trash can disappear, took a moment to compose himself, and slowly turned around.

 

There he saw disciples from the most powerful sect in the cultivation world, the Sun and Heaven Sect, surrounding him. Dressed in white robes, holding long swords, their eyes ablaze with anger, they looked ready to slice him into a thousand pieces.

 

The man at the forefront wore a white robe, a long sword at his waist, exuding an aura of grace and elegance that made Mi Dao feel delighted, filling his heart with affection.

 

This man was the protagonist of the game script, named—

 

Good Son.

 

Yes, that’s right, his name was “Good Son.”

 

Since the system required players to set the protagonist’s name themselves, Mi Dao, as the game’s writer, had only ever referred to the character he created as “Dad.” He never considered any other option.

 

This was the fifth game script he had experienced after getting trapped in the holographic game system.

 

Mi Dao was a scriptwriter for a holographic RPG. With his vast output of scripts and exceptional talent, he had become one of the top figures in the industry while still young and not yet bald.

 

His games were famous for their complex and varied plotlines, and for protagonists who faced numerous hardships, leaving players feeling as if they were devouring a spicy hotpot—screaming and crying yet unable to escape.

 

So he thought that heaven must be jealous of his talent.

 

Recently, while testing a new game, he was dismayed to find that the “exit game” option was missing. After a flurry of explanations from the system, Mi Dao tearfully accepted the reality that he had to complete all the game scripts he had written in order to leave the game world.

 

“Completing” didn’t mean that Mi Dao would play as the protagonist; rather, he had to help the protagonist navigate the story as a supporting character. Once the completion reached 100%, Mi Dao could move on to the next script.

 

The current game was a cultivation script. The protagonist was originally a child from a wealthy family in the mortal realm, whose family was slaughtered by the former Demon Lord when he was young. The fortunate survivor, lonely and adrift, was eventually taken in by a Taoist from the Sun and Heaven Sect and became a small entry-level disciple.

 

Thus began the game, with the protagonist embarking on a journey of leveling up, seeking revenge, and ultimately aiming to ascend to the divine realm.

 

Mi Dao’s current identity was that of the former Demon Lord’s adopted son, the current Demon Lord Ye Wuchang.

 

At this point, the game had progressed to the later stages. The protagonist had already become a powerful figure in the Tribulation stage and the leader of the Sun and Heaven Sect, with only the final steps of revenge and resolving personal issues left before ascending to divinity.

 

On the cliff, a cool breeze blew.

 

Mi Dao looked at the man in white and forced a pained smile. “Senior Brother, long time no see; I hope you’ve been well.”

 

Hearing this, the man frowned, drawing his sword and pointing it at Mi Dao, the blade glinting in the light.

 

His expression was filled with hatred. “Don’t call me ‘Senior Brother’! Demon, you don’t deserve it!”

 

Mi Dao, upon hearing this, smiled sadly and didn’t respond for a moment.

 

In order to escape the game world faster, Mi Dao had entered the game under the guise of infiltrating the enemy sect. He deceived the former Demon Lord, posing as a disciple of the Sun and Heaven Sect, and got close to the young protagonist, becoming his senior brother.

 

Using his understanding of the game’s plot, Mi Dao had helped the protagonist navigate obstacles, significantly accelerating his progress.

 

For many years, the two shared a bond like that of a father and son—brothers in spirit. With this momentum, Mi Dao had the potential to achieve the perfect ending of a quick clearance. However, a small mistake occurred, which not only revealed Mi Dao’s identity but also turned the two against each other.

 

This mistake was the death of the female lead, Sheng Yiling, the white moonlight in the protagonist’s heart.

 

Mi Dao knew that Sheng Yiling had a death route, but unfortunately, when he went to rescue her, he mixed up the timeline and missed the opportunity to save her. Later, while trying to use magic to save her, he happened to run into the protagonist, leading to the current situation.

 

Faced with Mi Dao’s familiar face, the man in white gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his veins standing out.

 

He questioned bitterly, “Why… why?! Ye Wuchang, why did you take Yiling’s life? She is your junior sister! We’ve been fellow disciples for years; do you not have any feelings in your heart?!”

 

Mi Dao’s expression hardened, and instead of offering a defense, he sneered mockingly, “It’s pointless to say more.”

 

The man in white felt only contempt and mockery, and his anger boiled over as he narrowed his eyes coldly. “If that’s the case, your father slaughtered my entire family, and your demon clan has killed countless of my disciples—this endless debt of lives, including Yiling’s, I want you to repay it all!”

 

As he spoke, his eyes turned crimson, and he raised three fingers, making a vow. “Today, if I cannot slay the demon head under my sword to appease the heavenly spirits, my dear son will not rest in peace!”

 

Mi Dao: Pfft!

 

“Kill him—!!” 

 

The disciples of the Righteous Sect were enraged, and the man in white lunged forward, his sword glinting coldly, powerful as a breaking bamboo.

 

Mi Dao suppressed his rising grin, quickly drawing his sword to counter, nearly suffering internal injuries in the process.

 

The two clashed fiercely, the winds howling.

 

As the story progressed to this point, Mi Dao was well aware of which ending route he had entered. Based on the conditions previously met, this would be a heartbreaking ending of killing a friend to save a wife.

 

According to the setting, as long as a cultivator’s soul had not completely dissipated, they could be brought back, requiring only the inner dan of a highly skilled individual. This is known as the “life for a life” method.

 

Currently, there were not many highly skilled individuals in the cultivation world; the protagonist was one, and Mi Dao, being the demon lord, was another. In this ending, the protagonist aimed for the demon lord’s inner dan.

 

After saving Sheng Yiling, the protagonist would learn the truth from her, suffering a great blow that left him with inner demons, preventing him from ascending for thousands of years until eventually passing away.

 

This could be considered a happy ending (HE) or a bittersweet ending (BE), but for Mi Dao, it didn’t matter. According to the system’s judgment, as long as Mi Dao achieved a completion rate of 100% for the ending and not a half-hearted ending where the protagonist dies halfway through, he would have cleared the game.

 

The man in white unleashed all his power, landing several strikes on Mi Dao, who pretended to be overwhelmed.

 

The two remained locked in a sword struggle, Mi Dao being forced back to the edge of a cliff, one foot barely on the edge as the shattered earth crumbled beneath him.

 

In a moment, Mi Dao summoned his strength, deflecting the man’s heavy sword aside. He staggered and plunged his sword into the ground, spitting out blood.

 

The man in white took a step back, standing firm and glaring at Mi Dao with murderous intent.

 

Mi Dao gasped for breath, discreetly grinding his feet to assess his position. He secretly nodded, satisfied with his current stance.

 

Now he had no way to retreat. All that remained was to wait for his dear son to thrust his sword forward, allowing him to complete his mission and move on to the next game.

 

The system prompted, “Ding! Host, please recite your lines.”

 

Mi Dao coughed lightly, his pale lips curving into a faint smile.

 

“To die at the hands of my senior brother, Ah Chang is willing…”

 

Hearing Mi Dao’s words, the man in white first froze, then furiously shouted, “Demon head! Don’t play innocent!”

 

With that, he smoothly thrust his sword into Mi Dao’s chest.

 

“Ding! Host has suffered a fatal blow, HP reduced by 90%. Please pay attention to your health.” The mechanical voice of the system rang out.

 

Mi Dao was pushed back by the force, his feet scraping the cliff’s edge, the silver-white sword piercing through his body. Scarlet blood flowed down the sword, dropping one drop at a time into the abyss.

 

Looking at the man’s cold face, Mi Dao smiled weakly, a tear trailing down his cheek.

 

The man in white showed a flicker of emotion, furrowing his brow and gritting his teeth.

 

“Ding! HP below 5%…”

 

“4%…”

 

“3%…”

 

Ah! Finally, the cultivation script can come to an end! This has been way too long…

 

Mi Dao couldn’t help but want to stretch.

 

However, he didn’t expect that his foolish son, overly excited about avenging someone, had put too much wax on his sword before setting off. So—

 

He slid off the sword like a piece of meat slipping off a skewer, and with a “poof,” fell into the cliff…

 

His stunned son: “…”

 

Mi Dao, who was equally bewildered: “…”

 

“Ding! Congratulations, host, for triggering hidden plot. Script completion rate adjusted to 85%.”

 

Mi Dao: “What the hell?!”

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