Chapter 215

Chapter 215

The system knew Bai Xingshu was bound to ask this question and quickly spilled all the information it had gathered.

As Bai Xingshu had originally guessed, the original host didn’t find out until after arriving at school that the Freshman Tournament required piloting mechas—something they had zero experience with.

Other things worked out a bit differently from Bai Xingshu’s assumptions.

The original host was native to this world. While Xitu Star was out in the sticks, it wasn’t particularly backward, so they didn’t need any adjustment period when the starship landed. With that time saved, the original host didn’t catch the same shuttle as Shen Geng.

Thus, without any hiccups, the original host didn’t encounter any thugs and smoothly completed registration at the school gate, joining other classmates and making some quick introductions.

At the time, the original host’s appearance immediately caught the sleazy Alpha’s attention.

In an unfamiliar environment, the sleazy Alpha’s enthusiasm was actually kind of contagious. Of course, the original host wasn’t instantly smitten, but they did exchange contact information.

Later, after receiving the freshman handbook, the original host was floored when they saw the rules of the Freshman Tournament.

Like Bai Xingshu, the original host wasn’t about to just roll over and immediately asked their roommate how to handle the situation.

However, the original host’s roommate wasn’t someone like Shen Geng—they were from another department and also needed the login device, so lending it out wasn’t an option. Just as the original host was drawing a blank, the sleazy Alpha reached out to them.

From their earlier conversation, the sleazy Alpha already knew the original host was from a remote planet. After some probing, they stepped up with an offer to help.

This act of kindness in a time of need made the sleazy Alpha start to seem special to the original host.

Unfortunately, one night of crash-course training wasn’t very useful. The original host wasn’t Bai Xingshu—they lacked combat experience and didn’t possess any metal-related superpower. The rushed lessons only allowed them to barely get the hang of the basics of mecha operation.

By the time the Freshman Tournament arrived, faced with an interface completely different from the combat network, the original host quickly became among the first ones knocked out.

The original host got stuck in Class F.

This was a real gut punch for them.

After all, back on Xitu Star, they had always been an outstanding student, consistently ranking at the top.

But despite the setback, the original host didn’t lose heart. They gritted their teeth and began finding ways to make up for their shortcomings. During this time, the sleazy Alpha provided plenty of encouragement, affirmation, and assistance—never hesitating to supply the necessary equipment and guidance.

The sleazy Alpha was also a smooth operator when it came to romance. Playing the long game against an unsuspecting target, the original host slowly fell for them over time.

At this point, the system added: [Actually, the sleazy Alpha’s exact words weren’t as harsh as the mission summary made them out to be.]

In their heart, they genuinely believed they truly loved the original host.

They thought they had turned over a new leaf and were deeply, irrevocably in love with the original host.

However...

[They said their family only allowed them to marry an Omega. Since the original host was a Beta, they couldn’t defy their family’s wishes—but they swore their love was real.]

[So the sleazy Alpha wanted the original host to become their secret lover, feeding them lines about how they’d divorce the Omega and marry the original host once they gained control of their family’s power.]

The original host wasn’t a fool and quickly extracted the true meaning behind this scumbag’s words—exactly as the mission had described.

Seeing red and completely losing it, the original host became vulnerable—and that was when the system came in with a whole spiel.

Things like how they needed to follow rules and morality in this world, how they still had feelings for the sleazy Alpha, but they could have someone else help them take revenge. In exchange, the original host would go to another world to save hearts broken by scumbags or something like that.

The system really knew how to mess with people's heads, twisting the truth and turning lies into facts. The original host was still young, didn’t have the street smarts of someone like Bai Xingshu—who had been through countless ups and downs—and so got swept up in the moment by the system’s persuasive words about saving others and such, agreeing impulsively without thinking.

Of course, the system didn’t show Bai Xingshu exactly how it had later tricked the original host.

Listening to the system’s earlier explanation, Bai Xingshu recalled that during his past dealings with powerful families, he’d encountered similar situations more than once.

To put it bluntly, these Alphas had some nerve—enough to make you want to slap them a few times and cut them off at the root.

Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, Bai Xingshu looked at the scene displayed by the system—the background setting where the original host and the jerk Alpha interacted later on—and voiced his confusion: [Why does this training room look like it belongs to Class A? (the top tier)]

The system replied: [Yeah, they were both in Class A by then.]

[At Capital Military University, class assignments aren't fixed from the start. In freshman year, the original host was in Class F, but his learning ability was exceptional across the board.] That part was just like Bai Xingshu.

[In sophomore year, classes were reassigned based on performance, and the original host moved up to Class C.]

[By junior year, he jumped straight to Class A.]

[Watching the original host’s rapid progress, the jerk Alpha felt pressure. He didn’t want to be left behind by someone who started out clueless, so he developed a sense of urgency and worked extra hard. By junior year, he too managed to move up from Class B to Class A.]

But now, without ever meeting the original host, the jerk Alpha continued studying at his usual pace, still stuck in Class B.

Bai Xingshu wasn’t interested in the jerk Alpha’s situation. Instead, he focused on the graph showing the original host’s academic performance displayed by the system.

It felt like watching a dazzling new star rapidly rising.

If the original host hadn’t been pulled away by the system midway into another world, by the time he reached Bai Xingshu’s age, he could’ve been the Empire’s next top military leader.

That thought left Bai Xingshu feeling kinda regretful.

So he asked the system: [What is the original host doing now?]

[Working in tech R&D,] the system answered. [The world he’s in has slightly more advanced technology than your wasteland world.] With the scientific level of the Interstellar Era, it was lightyears ahead.

[The scumbag he’s dealing with is a power-hungry CEO, and the original host’s research is now a key part of his upstream operations.]

[Because of different time flows between worlds, many years have passed there. The original host completed a major tech breakthrough, and now the scumbag is practically biting the dust, begging him for help just to survive.] The system bit its tongue, holding back further commentary.

Talk about dedication—just not the healthy kind.

But seriously, did every guy named "Bai Xingshu" end up completing tasks in such a weird way?

Hearing the system’s words, Bai Xingshu couldn’t help but laugh.

Seemed like the original host was actually doing alright in the new world.

Only then did Bai Xingshu ask the million-dollar question: [How did you talk him into it? Took you long enough.]

The plan was for three days, but it wound up taking five. Clearly, there was a story behind it.

At this, the system recalled what happened and got all sulky. But knowing Bai Xingshu wouldn’t care, it didn’t whine—just said meekly: [When I first approached him and explained everything, he shut it down flat.]

[Said if the mission couldn’t be completed, then cancel it and let him come back.]

Which was also one of the reasons the system had originally hesitated to use energy retrieving data from the original host. After all, when you lied to someone, eventually they’d wake up and realize they’d been played.

And the original host wasn’t dumb. Not long after arriving, once he figured out the real situation, he was ready to blow his top.

Damn, this is some shitty way to save someone!

If you already know he's a bastard, why bother taking out the trash?!

Go fuck off and die somewhere, will you?!

Back when the original soul was furious and irrational toward that Alpha bastard, he didn't hesitate for a second—kicked the guy to the curb.

The system quickly explained the consequences of canceling the mission: Bai Xingshu, the one carrying it out, couldn't just be sent back, and cramming two souls into one body would be a complete disaster.

It also mentioned how time had shifted—that world was no longer the one the original soul had known, and returning would only mean everything had changed.

This explanation managed to calm him down temporarily. Then the system earnestly laid out Bai Xingshu’s proposed modifications to the task.

But the original soul gave no indication of agreeing, not budging an inch. Instead, he sneered at the system, demanding to see what kind of mess Bai Xingshu had made of his life.

Naturally, the system didn’t dare refuse, so the original soul watched the system’s playback.

He observed Bai Xingshu’s transmigration, enrollment, and his close ties with high-society Alphas. The original soul raised an eyebrow but said nothing, only flashing a hint of mockery when Bai Xingshu brushed past that Alpha bastard.

This clearly hostile attitude lasted until winter break of their sophomore year.

Bai Xingshu and Shen Geng returned to Xitu Star and visited the orphanage.

The original soul watched as Bai Xingshu hand-picked just the right gifts for the orphanage, taught the children self-defense techniques, and saw Shen Geng show the director how "he" was doing well for himself in the capital. Finally, when parting, Bai Xingshu told the director he'd live well and wait for his younger siblings to come find him.

In the end, the original soul silently stared at the director, listening to her say, “Go on, child,” before finally looking away.

After discussing the task changes, the original soul’s hostility softened slightly, though he remained sharp with the system.

Immediately, he extracted a ton of concessions from the system and bargained over the terms, eventually reducing the required number of completed tasks from the outrageous 20 down to a still-unreasonable 5.

Beyond that, the original soul also demanded that after completing the tasks, he’d return to this world, and the system would have to create a new body for him.

All identity records needed to be prepared too.

[As for the task itself, the original soul said you just need to get one good shot in on that bastard Alpha, and it counts as done. The rest, he’ll handle himself when he gets back.] Time moved faster in that mission world, so not many years would pass here by the time he finished.

Listening to the system’s explanation, Bai Xingshu could already sense the feisty spirit coming through—and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Good!” Bai Xingshu agreed without hesitation, then asked the system, “You'll take care of the paperwork? If it’s completely made up, could it be detected?”

For an average person, Bai Xingshu wouldn’t need to worry.

The system could easily add a normal identity to this world without raising suspicion.

But someone like the original soul… was bound to stand out and turn heads.

A fake identity wouldn’t hold up under scrutiny.

“So… that depends on your Alpha.” The system’s voice oozed resentment.

Bai Xingshu frowned in confusion: “What do you mean?”

The system bluntly revealed: “The original soul met Shen Geng—after the league matches in the second semester of junior year. He led Capital Military University to victory and went public with his identity.”

“He is Sheng Yunchen, the sole heir to the imperial throne.”

“He's the fucking Crown Prince.”