Chapter 239 The Tenth Day of Entering a Restricted Novel
Chapter 239 The Tenth Day of Entering a Restricted Novel
Chapter 239: The Tenth Day of Entering the Restricted Novel
Wu Zhishang didn’t dare tell his father the real reason—after all, the An family wasn’t someone you just mess with.
An Yi had the backing of the An family, which was no small player. Though they weren’t in the same field as his family, they still carried some weight, making things a bit troublesome to deal with, unlike the people he'd dealt with before.
Rashly using family power to retaliate would not only be troublesome, but if his father found out he wanted to go after the An family because of such a sleazy motive—being beaten for it—he’d probably face severe punishment himself.
He swore a few times, unable to believe that An Yi had been so disrespectful!
Didn't he get who he was? How dare he swing at me!
When Wu Zhishang had decided to make his move earlier, his plan was to get things done first and then smooth things over with some perks afterwards. He never expected An Yi to completely burn the bridge like that.
Now he was determined to settle things privately. His mind was already churning with a hundred malicious ideas on how to get An Yi in his clutches without anyone finding out, humiliate him good, and then take some photos, so the other guy wouldn’t dare fight back.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He muttered another curse under his breath: "Damn it, An Yi... He's asking for it! When I get my hands on you, just wait and see..."
Lurking in the shadows of the room, An Yi watched the cursing Wu Zhishang with cold indifference.
He was about to make his move to eliminate the threat for good when the comment section’s voice echoed in his head.
He didn’t want to pay it any attention, but...
“...Why is the opening so creepy?”
“The vibe is so creepy! (Hugs my chubby self in fear.jpg)”
“@Author, you see how messed up this is? Is this what we came for?! (Angry) (Cursing)”
“Oh oh oh! Get to it already—a few hundred words of plot is plenty!”
“Why does it always have to be some scumbag as the protagonist? @Author!”
“Scumbags are exactly the right protagonists for this kind of novel! Look at the tags the author put: **, **, **, **, ... If a good person encountered this, where would justice be? Where would the law be? If the plot was all sweet and fluffy, then that scumbag wouldn't deserve it!”
“...”
An Yi: “...?”
He stopped mid-action. Opening? What was happening?
Was this a new novel?
Did this world have more than one novel?!
His gaze quickly swept over Wu Zhishang, who was still lying on the bed, cursing resentfully—but the previous two times he’d seen him, he hadn't triggered a new comment section.
Why did it suddenly appear now?
An Yi scanned the entire room, and finally, his eyes settled on the corner of the desk against the wall.
A book was sitting there, carelessly placed on the corner of the desk. Its cover was ancient-looking black leather that seemed to have weathered the ages, adorned with a strange, twisted pattern that outlined an indescribable figure—like countless entangled tentacles, or some unspeakable symbol, giving off a sinister, unsettling vibe.
The moment he saw that book, An Yi understood: this time, the protagonist was this book.
The moment this thought arose, the novel's original story flooded into his head.
An Yi: “...”
He took in all the info with a blank face, feeling a profound silence within.
On the bright side, this novel’s storyline had nothing to do with him.
On the downside... this novel was also an adult work, and it was from the same author as You Shou’s book.
If You Shou's novel had at least tried to use five percent “plot” as a front, then this one's so-called plot was barely one percent.
From start to finish, it was filled with... descriptions impossible to express in normal language—involving some non-humanoid creature, pushing beyond human physiological limits—of “activities” that defied description.
Great. Very spirited! An Yi thought coldly.
After You Shou’s relentless assault on his senses, his nerves had become tough enough to read through these texts without flinching, and even extract key info.
The true protagonist of this novel was a tentacle monster that would attach to a host body and then go on a series of X-rated 'adventures.'
But... a tentacle monster?
An Yi raised an eyebrow. So there were supernatural forces in this world?
His train of thought was interrupted by the strange sight before him.
The black leather-bound book began to move on its own, even though there was no wind. The creepy pattern on its cover seemed to come to life, slowly writhing.
Thin slimy black tentacles began to seep out from between the pages, like sentient vines silently creeping toward the unsuspecting Wu Zhishang on the bed.
An Yi: “...”
Should he still make his move?
This world was truly bizarre!
Just then, Wu Zhishang seemed to hear a faint, spine-chilling, sticky crawling sound.
He shivered, his cursing cut short. He sat up nervously, leaning over to look under the bed: “What’s that noise? Damn, it better not be a snake!”
His eyes met the few tentacles already at the bed’s edge, slowly reaching toward him—wet, cold, and slimy.
Wu Zhishang’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. Extreme fear gripped his throat. His mouth opened wide, but not a single sound came out. His entire body froze, as if turned to ice.
More tentacles poured out of the book. A creature made of countless writhing tentacles, its shape indescribable, fully broke free and enveloped Wu Zhishang, who was paralyzed by terror and too weak in the knees to move.
The tentacle monster began to slowly merge with Wu Zhishang’s skin, undergoing a bizarre fusion with his body.
In an instant, the light in Wu Zhishang’s eyes vanished entirely, leaving them hollow and blank.
After completing the initial fusion, the tentacle monster seemed to remember something. It extended a slender tentacle, like a flexible snake, curling toward the book on the desk—now pure black, with its cover pattern completely faded—trying to retrieve it.
Just then, a well-defined, pale, slender hand pressed down on the black book first.
The tentacle monster’s movements froze abruptly. The massive body covering Wu Zhishang writhed violently, emitting an inhuman roar mixed with anger and terror.
The sound was distorted and piercing, utterly unlike any sound a human could make.
“Roar—!!”
The roar pierced through the well-insulated door, sounding exceptionally clear and jarring in the silent Wu family estate.
“Young master? What’s wrong?!”
Quick! Get in there and check it out!
Right away, bodyguards outside were shouting in panic and footsteps pounded.
An Yi seemed oblivious to the commotion outside the door. He pressed down on the book, which felt cold, like it was made from some creature's hide, a smile curling at the corner of his lips.
With a single thought, the book instantly vanished from where it was, and he stored it into his own private storage space.
Having lost its connection to the book, the tentacle monster became even more frenzied, forcing Wu Zhishang's body into all sorts of twisted, eerie poses, its roars growing more piercing.