Chapter 53 - Self-Rescue Manual of a Villainess

Chapter 053: So Cute! Nan Yin looked at the tiny, jumping creature in her hand, her face displaying a puzzled expression. "Are you really Can Yin?" half-expecting an answer, Nan Yin asked again. By now Nan Yin had left the busy streets and entered a quiet alley. Even in her present company, she maintained her caution as she wasn't sure if others could see the tiny being in her hand. Just a little while ago, the gentle feminine voice that had introduced itself as Tian Shu during the lottery draw was heard again. She assuredly identified the tiny being as Can Yin doing her best to explain some caveats to Nan Yin. Firstly, the reason the original Nan Yin, also known as Can Yin, could transcend the game-like nature of this world was due to an unidentified organization that Tian Shu was supposedly a part of, but they could save that story for another time. What followed was information about the true nature of this world. We turn the clock back ten minutes. "I've never asked, but why did you choose me?" Nan Yin inquired, wondering about the truth behind her transmigration. "You died from overexertion, and you should have been handled like any other lost soul. But in that split-second, the original Nan Yin released an incredibly strong prayer that captured our attention," Tian Shu looked at Na Yin and said. "It was then that I sensed your presence. Soon after came your transmigration." "So... my transmigration happened because of her?" Nan Yin gazed at the miniature creature in her hand, barely able to believe the truth being unveiled. "But why... why did she have such a powerful prayer?" While Nan Yin could somewhat understand the concept of a prayer, it was precisely for this understanding that she couldn't comprehend why such a weak character would summon her. "No matter who it is, when they realize they are stuck in a monotonous loop, that their world is merely an insignificant game, and have seen their end over and over again... the sincerity of the prayer that emanates from such a situation might be unmatched," the young woman softly explained. "..." This revelation left Nan Yin dumbfounded. So, the original host was aware of the true nature of this world? "No... you've misunderstood," perhaps anticipating Nan Yin's thoughts, the woman shook her head and continued, "before you came, this world wasn't like this," "Back then... this world was dead." "Nan Yin was destined to send Jiang Mi to hell and was bound to face judgment by the so-called male lead on the same day. Because Nan Yin was nothing but cannon fodder." "Everything was predetermined and could not be changed. Conversations between characters, the number of people who would walk past at the crossroads within an hour... everything was set in stone." Each tiny world would evolve following a fixed pattern until a new event occurred. No one could change the script, and everyone was just a puppet. This was the woman's explanation. "Until one day, the original Nan Yin awakened amidst constant tragedies. Her prayers echoed, making her stand out in a sea of puppets, as she was the only one making a sound." "Then you arrived, bringing this world to life and setting it into motion." Finishing her explanation, Nan Yin finally understood. It was like a script; it remains stagnant until someday a renowned director, with the help of actors, brings the story to life. Only then does the script gain vitality. The original host lived within the script. She couldn't change anything. Nan Yin's arrival injected life into the otherwise "dead" script, and Tian Shu—or the entity behind her—was the director. "So, she offered her soul in prayer to bring change, and your arrival was a result of her prayer…" The soft murmurs of the young woman wafted into Nan Yin's ears, stirring her still beating, mechanical heart. "So that's the truth..." Nan Yin murmured to herself. 【(っ﹏-) .｡】As Nan Yin was lost in her thoughts, Can Yin let out another bubble, which formed into a tiny emoticon, causing Nan Yin's eyes to roll with annoyance. "So, you can't talk anymore?" Nan Yin asked, somewhat speechless. This was something Tian Shu had explained earlier. Previously, Can Yin could converse in Nan Yin's mind like any normal person. This was due to Can Yin not having fully departed, and Tian Shu needed Can Yin to stay in order for Nan Yin to adapt to her new life—almost like a tutorial in a game. Now that Nan Yin had completed the “tutorial”, it was time for Can Yin to leave. However, due to Can Yin’s insistence, Tian Shu eventually agreed to let her stay and witness how Nan Yin would change this world. Yet, she had to exist in a form that wouldn’t consume too much energy. And now, the chibi Can Yin was noticeably such an existence—don't you see she can't even talk anymore? 【…(｡º̩̩́⌓º̩̩̀).゜】At this moment, Can Yin released another bubble, causing even more frustration for Nan Yin. "I mean, can't you communicate normally with typed words?" Nan Yin asked. What did simply using emoticons and acting cute mean? Hearing Nan Yin's question, Can Yin paused, then busied herself with pulling up her skirt and scampered over to Nan Yin's wrist, wrapping her chibi-sized hands around a button on Nan Yin's sleeve. Nan Yin: ...??? Perhaps realizing that Nan Yin didn't understand, an annoyed Can Yin pouted her mouth, and after a moment, a new bubble appeared. 【Writing Chinese consumes energy… energy is required for selling goods...】 Can Yin finished and hugged the button on Nan Yin's sleeve again––her intention was clear, she wanted to sell Nan Yin's button! "...," Nan Yin muttered, looking at the poor Can Yin crying about her predicament. She couldn't help but ponder a possibility. Could this so-called non-energy-consuming form also be responsible for reducing one's intelligence? Currently, Can Yin looked rather naive and easy to fool. But even if Nan Yin had a chance to trick someone, she would rather it be Jiang Mi, not the current mini-version of Can Yin. After all, one wouldn’t have any ideas about how to deal with a chibi character. "Enough with these odd ideas. If it comes to it, you can sell those two unused powder guns of mine. That should be enough for you to type, right?" Nan Yin suggested exasperatedly. Unexpectedly, upon hearing Nan Yin's suggestion, Can Yin excitedly jumped, as if she only just now realized that she could have adopted this method. If she ran out of money, why not just sell the useless items? "...," Nan Yin sighed, her frustration visibly growing. Can Yin was asking for trouble with her whimsical behavior! She wondered if Can Yin could still provide her with reasonable advice like she used to. What, you think a cute, silly Can Yin can be a mascot? Nan Yin's response to this was a resounding “oh, please!” After all, even though Can Yin had shrunken, her current form was a miniature version of Nan Yin. Who would think of a mini version of themselves as adorable? What a headache!