novelraw Chapter 133 : Chapter 133
Chapter 133 : Chapter 133
Chapter 133 : If extra
The last time the world underwent a massive change, abilities vanished.
This time, the world changed again, and everyone’s gender swapped.
When the True God was playing with the ever-changing Heige, a “slip” caused the genders of everyone in this world to reverse.
The True God Li Li’s reaction was: “Oh dear…”
Then she smiled faintly: “Quite interesting, isn’t it?”
…
Early in the morning, the new council hall of the Tide in Li City was packed with people, both living and dead.
For some reason, Libra and Lin Ran, along with Lin Ruye, were resurrected and sat calmly among the living.
Although this should have been a bizarre occurrence, it paled in comparison to the strangeness of what they were currently experiencing.
Whether living or dead, everyone present shared one common trait—they had all undergone a gender swap.
Rao Yue’s long hair turned into neat, short hair, transforming her from an elegant lady into a mature, cool guy.
Yan Changxiao went from male to female, yet his muscles still prominently asserted their presence.
Hua Yizhi became more alluring, dressed in a way that suggested he could start singing a tune and calling out, “Come play, gentlemen!”
The brown-haired athletic girl looked dazed.
Yiming glanced at the sky, then at himself, before slipping back into a dazed state, performing an online rendition of a Corgi.exe startup failure.
The red-haired delicate noble girl looked ashen.
An Huyu sat in her seat, head lowered, muttering endlessly: “I’m willing to cross-dress for Yiming and Tang, just change me back, I’m willing to cross-dress for Yiming and Tang, just change me back…”
Yiming and Tang were caught in the crossfire, with Tang indicating he had no patience for this brain-dead fool.
Among them, a few whose appearances hadn’t changed much drew everyone’s attention.
An Heyu donned his red cloak.
Due to his habit of cross-dressing, he wore that black short skirt directly, stepping in small heels, the only man who seemed calm—yet not entirely calm. He pulled up his red cloak, covering his chest tightly.
When he saw Li Li sitting with Libra and Dan, looking no different from usual and enjoying the spectacle, he couldn’t help but ask: “Heige, did you guys change genders?”
The three of them were the only ones whose appearances remained identical to their usual selves.
Dan, who always dressed like a delicate doll, still wore a refined fluffy skirt.
Libra, whose gender was indistinguishable before, remained so.
Li Li, though appearing male, was no different from her usual self, as if her gender swap was for naught.
Dan spoke, her voice soft and feminine: “Change what?”
“Is this even a change?” An Heyu remarked.
But upon closer inspection, it seemed these three were indeed unchanged, as if they were exempt from the social-death package everyone else had to endure.
“This is gender-swap fraud!” An Huyu fumed indignantly. “Why did we change while you didn’t? Do you even have genders?”
At this, Li Li propped up her chin, smiling as she spoke: “We are concept-type.”
Libra chimed in: “Our gender is ourselves.”
It seemed problematic, yet it felt like the truth.
In the end, everyone blurted out in unison, resonating with one sentiment—concept-types are terrifying!
The frail, cool guy Tang spoke in a soft, delicate voice: “This is very serious.”
Sang Feiling, whose long hair had also fallen victim and was now short, looked sharp and decisive. She nodded in agreement: “Yes, it’s very serious.”
Beside them, Lin Ran’s long hair remained, but she had gone from a stoic beauty to a stoic male beauty. She tilted her head slightly, puzzled.
Having inexplicably come back to life, she hadn’t even figured out the current situation. Surrounded by strangers, she had no idea who was male or female before or after.
Since Lin Ruye was also there, though she didn’t know why her son had become a daughter, he seemed much more obedient and less rebellious than before, so she stayed put.
She looked at Wuyu, whom she recognized.
The pink-haired former princess now resembled a little prince.
Wuyu earnestly explained to Lin Ran: “This seriously affects their work enthusiasm, oh, except for [Necromantic Prelude]. He has experience.”
An Heyu, innocently called out, pulled his cloak to cover his chest even more vigorously.
An Heyu: Don’t call me out to talk about my experience!
The group discussed this global anomaly, with Li Li occasionally chiming in, as if genuinely engaged in the conversation.
Libra, sitting nearby, seemed thoughtful but soon gave a gentle, refined smile, saying nothing.
Jue Hui Shen dozed off while listening to their debates, his long hair spilling onto the floor beside his chair, tripping Sun Shen as he passed by, though Jue Hui Shen remained oblivious.
Eventually, he hugged a pillow, yawned, left his seat, and curled up outside to sleep.
Sang Feiyuan, who had secretly worn Sang Feiling’s skirt, passed by, looked around to ensure no one was watching, and finally gritted his teeth, making a bold decision.
He crouched in front of Jue Hui Shen, pulling his collar to cover his exposed chest.
Then he stood, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead caused by nervousness, and hurriedly fled the scene.
In the council hall, the group finalized an action plan: they must find a way to revert to their original forms!
Tasked with their missions, the group dispersed.
Lin Ran stepped forward to intercept Li Li, who was about to leave, and earnestly shared her thoughts.
“We really are great friends with perfect chemistry,” she said.
“Why?” Li Li asked, smiling at her.
Lin Ran said: “When I was a woman, you were too. Now that I’m a man, you are too. This kind of chemistry only exists between the closest friends.”
Lin Ruye squeezed between them, trying to separate the two: “What does that have to do with anything? And Mom, since when did you and Heige become best friends?!”
Li Li smiled warmly and said: “Yeah, you’re right.”
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Lin Ruye, whose efforts were in vain, was stunned: “??? You? Heige? What are you doing, trying to be my dad? Get lost!”
As usual, Yiming, An Huyu, and Tang formed a team, tasked with visiting residents in Li City, recording their experiences to find a way to break the situation.
While Yiming was buried in his notes, he suddenly bumped into someone.
A golden-haired girl with round, red eyes, looking extremely pure, innocent, and breathtakingly beautiful, fell to the ground after the collision.
She let out a pained sound and rubbed her golden hair.
Even her actions were utterly adorable, her light makeup perfectly applied, like a little deer lost in the city.
“Sorry!” Yiming instinctively said.
“It’s fine,” she replied, her voice as lovely as her appearance.
The pure girl tilted her head slightly at a forty-five-degree angle. “Can you help me with something?”
They started chatting, while Tang scrutinized the sudden appearance of this pure girl, then said to An Huyu: “An Huyu, don’t you think that person seems a bit off?”
An Huyu didn’t see it: “What could be wrong with her? Even if there’s a problem, I could take her down with one punch.”
The pure girl needed to go to a remote place but had gotten lost.
Yiming, already feeling guilty for bumping into her, offered to guide her there.
The two groups split up.
Tang was uneasy, but An Huyu said: “Yiming could take her down with one punch too.”
Though for some reason, not long after he said that, he was ambushed and beaten up, and Tang had no idea what happened.
Meanwhile, Yiming led the pure girl from the city to the suburbs, then from the suburbs to a desolate plain where no one could be seen.
A dilapidated house stood alone there.
“Is this really the place?” Yiming asked, suspicious of the location, kindly suggesting, “This place doesn’t seem safe. Should we head back?”
The pure girl smiled at him: “It’s this late, why run?”
Yiming sensed something was wrong, but before he could react, he was tied up and thrown into a car behind the house, whisked away with a rumbling sound.
The operation was seamless, like flowing water.
He was utterly confused.
Yiming.exe failed to start, reconnecting to host…
The pure girl, who was Yu Xiao, counted the money earned from selling Yiming, muttering slowly: “Raise a son for a thousand days, use him for a moment. My dog sons make money from money, achieving perpetual wealth!”
The day passed quickly in everyone’s busyness.
As dusk fell, they realized this chaotic day was coming to an end, but their social embarrassment would be remembered forever.
Yu Xiao, using the money from selling his “son,” bought a cup of milk tea and stood on a bridge in Li City.
Leaning against the railing, he turned his head, his pure girl appearance revealing a hint of cunning.
“Compared to milk, you seem to prefer milk tea,” he said, handing the milk tea to the person beside him.
Li Li approached from the other end of the bridge, took the milk tea, and didn’t mind at all that it was bought with the money from selling Yiming.
“Coming back to life so suddenly is quite surprising,” Yu Xiao said. “But it seems like it’s only for one day?”
“Yes, just one day,” Li Li replied, sipping the milk tea, then frowning as if something had passed through Yu Xiao that didn’t seem quite right.
She casually made the milk tea disappear from her hand, then said to Yu Xiao: “Because there’s something I’ve always wanted to tell you.”
“Go ahead, son,” Yu Xiao said, still smiling.
Li Li smiled too: “I’ve never been with Shuang Buyan.”
Yu Xiao’s smile froze.
Yu Xiao: …
Yu Xiao: …?
Why did he feel less happy now than before he was resurrected?
Was there even a point to coming back to life?