The System's chimings were something you didn't dread that much anymore. With a happy Binghe meant a happy system, and that left little complaints for the System. When it speaks, its usually rewards, or little reprimands if you neglect the needy Demon.

So you don't pay it much mind when it speaks again, until...

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Which ended up putting the world askew. For one, didn't you die? Food poisoning, you'd dubbed it in your final breaths, while you also cursed that stupid, horrific mess of a book.

Stupid author, Stupid novel.

It made your head spin around to the system screen beside you, it's translucent blue that only you could see showing those happy little emoticons it always did. And somehow, no one questioned why you spun over to a random empty space.

You questioned to the thing that surely you were gone by now in the real world— And if you were alive, that would mean those threats were for nothing!

It has been confirmed that the user's body in the original world is not dead, but is in a state of shock.

Well damn. Qinghua, Great Master Airplane, seemed to recieve the same message, and the same shock because he also thought he had died. And he stared at you, as if to yell at you in his head 'what do we do with this information; our husbands might decay if we leave for more than an hour.' Mostly your husband.

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Of course. This was the System nonetheless. Its flowery rewards and kind gifts were still robotic and that meant its slightly salty feeling pushing and impatience, like it didn't realise human consideration needed that long.

You both hastily press the massive ACCEPT on your respective screens. You'd face the consequences later, impulse decided.

It had only been a day. Right. That was a big thing in transmigration novels, time differences. You had been in Proud Immortal Demon Way for what was... holy— over eleven years there and it seemed to be maybe just more than eleven hours. A hospital bed, fancy— You forgot you were born rich enough to waste away here, maybe you were fated to be spoiled.

It didn't take long after that, maybe a day, few hours, for your incredibly happy relatives to snatch you up from the VIP room in the hospital to home, despite the fact you had just been in a state of shock and briefly assumed dead. Despite the nagging in the pit of your stomach about your limpet husband, your family was your family, and you couldn't help but miss the rest of the Shens.

Most of the day was just talking to them. Your two older brothers couldn't come and visit you, on their respective little rich boy expeditions, which you reprimanded them greatly for over phone. But your parents and Shen Tang, your little sister, were welcome faces. Even if... you were still getting used to your own original face. It felt like a glow down, even if you were still objectively attractive.

The day after that, day two of this week long trip— which occured to you would be years in PIDW, that didn't help your heavy worry— was the same. Until...

It was about high noon, and the door to the house receives a loud, but polite knock. Who could it even be? Not like you had any friends? That shameless and lovesick otaku in you hopes its Binghe, ready to sweep you off your feet and—

Pffft, no way, how would he even—

Shen Tang took the initiative to run to open the door, and returned shortly after.

She looked to you in surprise, as if having been told confidently the sky was green,

"A friend of yours has come to see you..."

And then you see him. Dreamy him, looking hilariously out of place in a modern world. And wow, he looked like he was going to cry. You know he recognises you, because he's staring. Alot.

"Shizun."