My Artist Is Reborn - Chapter 20 – Your Father is Still Your Father

My name is Zhu Fukongliang, male, 18 years old.
When I was in the second grade of middle school, I bound a [plot maintenance system].
Every time I fell asleep, I would travel to a certain character in a parallel world, and my task was to play this character and proceed with the normal main storyline.
Only later did I realize that the parallel worlds I traveled through were scientifically called [Doujin World].
This system has had a huge impact on my life.
Because I always accidentally confuse the distinction between my world and the world of my fans.
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——For example, when I just came back from the world of [All Staff Beastization] and saw a certain nasty ghost Matsuda, I didn’t react for a while, and said directly: “Where are your cat ears and tail?”
He also took a cat stick and stuffed it into Matsuda: “Here, your favorite snack.”
Police Academy Five: ? !
Matsuda: …Wait? I am not, I am not! Take your eyes off!
——For another example, after I came back from the world of [All Members Sexual Transformation], I met a new member of my brother’s band, his name is Akai, and I couldn’t help but hesitate: “You finally choose to change sex…?”
Whiskey Group: ? !
Akai: Huh?
——For example, in [Normal World], the hater Matsuda would play with fire on the Ferris wheel. Although he hates it, he must not understand common sense. But I remembered that my brother taught me a term called rebellious period. The more you stop him, the more he might do it. So in order to protect the other party’s fragile self-esteem, I decided to gently remind him.
“Songtian, I’ll find someone to help you figure it out, you’re not suitable for dating, you’d better be single for a lifetime.”
I think I’m awesome, because that way Matsuda won’t go on a date with the Ferris wheel in the Holy Land.
Matsuda: “??? No, wait, are you sure your brother isn’t playing with me? Zhufu!”

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What’s the point of being reborn… if you come back in chains?Life in Kyoto was already unraveling. My dead-end job, my fading relationship—my girlfriend could barely look at me anymore. Maybe part of me knew the end was coming. Maybe part of me wanted it to.And then it did.“Oi, wake up,” a voice growled, thick with contempt.I opened my eyes to darkness—and pain.Tabata Yori. That was my name. Once. Before the world twisted. Before death spat me out into something colder and crueler.“Ugh, another worthless soul,” the voice sneered.Then came the boots. Each kick was a brutal reminder: I wasn’t in Kyoto anymore. I wasn’t anywhere safe. I’d fallen into a world ruled by shadows, where power is pain and obedience is survival.Why was I brought here? What do they want from me?I don’t know yet.But I do know this: If I’m going to suffer, someone’s going to bleed for it.disclaimer: Cover isn't mine and is temporary until I get a paid work done.Schedule: Looking for daily and will do as many chapters as I can each day.Thanks for any support that is given.

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