[Quick Transmigration] as a qualified slag

The pain surged up like a tide, the surrounding cold air invaded into the bones and blood, the consciousness slowly began to slacken, and the whole person seemed to be dragged into a quagmire, imprisoned and not allowed to break free.

Is this what death feels like?

Suddenly, a translucent figure appeared in midair, holding his chin, and hooked the corners of his mouth with interest, as if reminiscing.Looking closely, the appearance of this figure is exactly the same as one of the protagonists who caused the chaos on the ground!

Oh, now it should be the dead protagonist.

【Zhao Chun, you are dead. 】

Like the opening plot of many vulgar online novels, an indifferent voice suddenly appeared.Zhao Chun blinked, and glanced down again. The chaos underneath was not affected by the sound at all. He suddenly realized that the sound seemed to be heard only by himself.

Without any panic, or without any expression, Zhao Chun said slowly: "It seems to be like this."

The people on the ground were unaware of the prologue above their heads, and were still in confusion.Kneeling next to Zhao Chun's body was a young man, the dagger in his hand showed that the perpetrator of the chaos was this young man.The expression on his face seemed to be smiling or crying, but his mouth couldn't stop murmuring.

The owner of the voice is obviously not real, but Zhao Chun inexplicably feels that the owner of the voice glanced at the chaotic scene.Then, as he felt, the owner of the voice spoke.

[You don't seem to feel guilty at all. 】

"What should I feel guilty about?" Zhao Chun's expression was extremely serious, even with a hint of humility asking for advice, as if he really didn't understand what the owner of the voice was saying.

There was a sneer in the voice, and then dropped two words mercilessly.

[Scum. 】

The first time he was said that, Zhao Chun was a little taken aback. He blinked, then blinked again, pointed at himself, and repeated, "Scum?"

【kindness. 】

The voice was so serious that Zhao Chun couldn't help but slumped his shoulders, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "I was killed!"

[The one who flirts first is cheap! ] The voice is even more obligatory.

Zhao Chun couldn't help but wryly laughed, and he looked down at the boy's appearance again—empty and mad, he was clearly alive, but he didn't even have the breath of a living person, and his pale face was exactly the same as the corpse beside him.

"He shouldn't have met me." After a moment of silence, Zhao Chun sighed.

[Guilty? 】

Zhao Chun hooked the corner of his mouth, but did not speak.They were obviously amorous and romantic eyes, but their brows and eyes were all indescribably cool, and the amber pupils couldn't reflect anything.

[Sure enough, it's cool. ] The voice sneered again, 【But that's okay, it's easier to complete the task this way. 】

"Task?" Zhao Chun frowned keenly grasping the point.

The voice didn't answer him, but he found that the surroundings were slowly dimming, and the boy and his body were gradually lost in the darkness.Darkness followed, and he was now in a place of nothing but darkness.

A halo appeared from above, like white paint dripping on the black curtain, but that halo was unexpectedly not very dazzling, it just simply lit up one side.

People always yearn for the light, but in the dark they can't help but walk towards the place with light.So did Zhao Chun, he consciously moved towards the halo, and then sat down cross-legged, very casually.

"I said you want me to complete the task, so I should explain it."

After he finished speaking, a book suddenly appeared in front of him.Black crust, gilded unfamiliar font, as for what is written, Zhao Chun doesn't know.He turned a page indifferently, and there was a line of words written in the center of the white paper.

——Qualified slag manual

Zhao Chun choked up for a moment, then silently turned to the next page. There were only two items on the back, but the content made him even more frustrated.

——1 As a scumbag, in addition to the necessary skills such as ruthlessness, meanness and shamelessness, you must also be able to not soften your heart

——2 As a scumbag, you must be mentally prepared to end badly

The first one is understandable, but what the hell is the second one? !

【suitable for you. ] There was a hint of ridicule in the voice.

Suitable for a ghost!

Even Zhao Chun, who was as calm as Zhao, couldn't help the veins twitching on his forehead, "Why did I die so badly!"

[Because you are a scumbag. 】

"I apply to be a good person!" Zhao Chun said solemnly.

[All good people want to do it, but there are not enough places. 】

Zhao Chun suddenly looked at the halo with wtf.

The voice paused, and he said reassuringly [Everyone knows that bad people have a bad death, so naturally they want to clean up.In fact, it’s not bad to be a scumbag, it’s quite reckless, and it’s also a second life after all. 】

Zhao Chun said hehe.

As if stimulated by Zhao Chun's expression, his voice suddenly became a little annoyed [Who told you to call Zhao Chun!At first glance, it was the name of the cannon fodder in the novel! 】

Blame me?Zhao Chun raised his eyebrows.

Knowing that he was being unreasonable, his voice softened a little [Anyway, this is the end of the matter, you should complete the task well. 】

Zhao Chun glanced at the book in his hand, his eyes darkened, "I see."

The voice unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly said [you can read the manual for the rest, I'll go first. 】

Zhao Chun waved his hand, indicating that he knew.Immediately afterwards, the white halo above the head shrunk a circle, as if announcing the owner of the voice to leave.

After pausing with his fingers, Zhao Chun turned a page backwards, only to see another paragraph of words behind.

——If you get this manual, congratulations, you are already dead, and then you will start your second life.Of course, your second life is not free, you need to 'play' the role of your life.Be it the real world or a game, you have to remember one thing—you have to complete your mission, complete your role-playing mission.The silence of the halo is the beginning, I wish you a happy second life!

It didn't take Zhao Chun a long time to read a short paragraph, and the rest was blank.Silently closing the book, Zhao Chun propped his chin with one hand in a daze.

If it wasn't for the residual pain from before, Zhao Chun might have thought it was just a prank.But rationality told him very calmly that he was already dead, and he did it by himself.

remorse?guilt?

No, he has none of these.

Zhao Chun is Bo Liang.

I don't know whose joke it was, but it became a prophecy.

The halo above his head slowly faded, followed by the slow erosion of darkness.