1 Chapter 1 Life Like A Sumr Flower_1
Translator: 549690339
Nine o’clock in the evening.
The Qin Continent Art Academy.
He lay on the lawn next to the school’s sports field, hands supporting the back of his head, gazing at the stars—
The starry sky above seed indistinguishable from Earth’s, but even though he couldn’t find the North Star, he knew this wasn’t Earth; this was a parallel tiline and a place called Blue Star.
“Lin Yuan, the second-year composition student at Qin Continent Art Academy.”
This was his new identity after crossing over.
He inherited everything from his predecessor, especially his handso looks, yet he couldn’t rember his na from his previous life or why he had crossed over. All he knew was that in his previous life he seed to be a good-looking and famous person?
So, he naturally called himself:
“Lin Yuan”.
He scanned the original owner’s mories.
As Lin Yuan expected, the historical trajectory of this world is vastly different from his previous one.
History diverted starting from the Qin Dynasty; Fusu inherited the works of Ying Zheng, leading the Great Qin Iron Cavalry to sweep over the universe. They united the world under the East that dominated the world until it was replaced by an even more powerful Sumr Country a hundred years ago.
The world united under one governing body.
The world split into eight continents.
The place where Lin Yuan lived was nad the Qin Continent.
In this world that has completely bid farewell to war, art has beco a common pursuit of people. The culture here is extrely dense; fields related to literature and art, such as film and television, music, painting, literature, calligraphy, have never been so prosperous.
“Utopia.”
That was how Lin Yuan described it.
Especially for people engaged in the arts.
However, even in a utopian place, misfortune happens. The misfortune happened to the original owner of the body Lin Yuan crossed over into—
He was diagnosed with a terminal illness.
Yes, that’s right, the high-frequency term that appears in TV dramas and is always accompanied by a bucketful of lodrama:
“Terminal illness”.
Lin Yuan found this in his mories after crossing over. He had unexpectedly inherited a body that had been given the death sentence; the doctor had already proclaid the original body’s condition as a death sentence long before:
“This child won’t live past twenty-five.”
The pain was unbearable for the original owner, so he chose to commit suicide by overdosing on sleeping pills. This was the reason Lin Yuan was able to take over the body. The original owner, being just nineteen years old, gave up his remaining life—
Fearing death?
So, choosing death?
Lin Yuan initially thought it was because of this unbearable pain that he chose to commit suicide. It wasn’t until he delved deeper into the original owner’s mories that he found out the situation was more complicated:
The original owner was raised in a single-parent family.
His father died of illness very early on.
His mother raised him all by herself.
From a young age, the original owner was sickly, fevers would often land him in a coma. The huge cost of treating his dical conditions fell solely on his mother’s shoulders.
So of the money was borrowed.
So of the money was earned by his mother.
Just to raise him, his mother bore unimaginable hardships. Not to ntion, the original owner had a sister and a younger sister—
The two sisters were very understanding.
Despite their hardships because of their brother, they never had good days.
To supplent the family’s inco as soon as possible, his elder sister gave up the chance to further her studies.
To reduce the burden on the family, his younger sister wore hand--downs from her elder sister.
And the straw that broke the cal’s back was…
He lost the qualification to chase his dreams.
He was originally a student of vocal music, born with a powerful voice. His vocal condition was undoubtedly the best in his field. His dream was to beco a singer.
However, during his first year, his illness struck again, this ti resulting in:
He couldn’t sing anymore.
His throat was damaged, unable to withstand consecutive high-intensity vocal training, let alone his prized high-notes—
With no other choice.
He switched to the less-favored composition departnt.
And in his second year, he chose to commit suicide.
Not just because his dreams were shattered, but more so because he didn’t want to be a burden on his family anymore. Once life starts a countdown, each minute and every second can be torture.
After digesting these mories.
Lin Yuan, who had crossed over, could fully understand the original owner’s decision. He could not stand on a moral high ground and accuse the original master of being weak.
One could only say…
Everyone has their own misfortune. So people’s misfortunes are harder to bear when compared to the average person’s.
This aligns with the Buddha’s saying, “Life is suffering”.
But Lin Yuan wouldn’t choose to commit suicide.
Although the body he inherited was still a body that most likely wouldn’t live past twenty-five, he still had a few years to make sothing of it… right?
Copy so songs.
Copy so books.
Transport culture.
Earn so money for the family.
Yes, Lin Yuan couldn’t change his fate of having a terminal illness, but in the remaining ti, he might be able to change the fate of his family.
He was desperate with this thought.
Lin Yuan couldn’t tell whether this was the will of the original owner or his own desire.
Perhaps what he inherited was not just the mory of the original owner, but also all his joys, angers, sorrows, and pleasures, and that connected with the mysterious bloodline.
Lin Yuan didn’t resist this feeling.
But when Lin Yuan tried to recall so of the literary works from his previous life, he was shocked to find that he couldn’t rember them clearly, as if there was a gauzy partition between them and his mory.
Then what is the purpose of my transmigration?
Lin Yuan asked himself this in his heart.
Then in his mind sounded a response that didn’t quite count as an answer, “Blood testing… genetic testing… iris testing… compatibility rate is 99.36%… ets standard… data library selection… Solar System Earth… system binding in progress…”
System?
Lin Yuan understood.
Although the details of his mories were vague, he had read so online novels about the systems in his previous life, and he still had so impressions. He knew this was his golden finger, and this was the purpose of his transmigration.
Stop overthinking.
He was quietly waiting for the system to install.
Soon enough, that chanical electric current sound rang again in his mind, “Loading successful, Literature and Art System binding complete!”
“Hello.”
Lin Yuan initiated the greeting.
“Hello, host, congratulations on binding the Literature and Art System. This system will do its best to help you beco an artist on Blue Star. You can communicate with the system through your mind. The following information will be displayed in text form for you.”
The chanical voice quieted down.
Transparent subtitles appeared in front of Lin Yuan.
“Age: 19”
“Life Span: 22”
“Painting: 45”
“Literature: 105”
“Music: 1038”
“Composite: 1188”
“Others: Please wait for activation.”
“Note: Besides age and lifespan, the numbers represent Prestige, which signifies the external and industry recognition the host has obtained in that field. Theoretically, there is no upper limit. The higher your Prestige value, the more benefits you get…”
Life Span is… 22?
The system seed to know what Lin Yuan was thinking.
Another line of subtitle appeared, “Twenty-five years is the theoretical maximum age that the host can live up to. In reality, the host can only live till the age of twenty-two and will be completely paralyzed at the age of twenty-one.”
“Can it be cured?”
Lin Yuan asked in his mind.
System: “When the host reaches the prestige standard of the system, the system will provide treatnts. After several rounds of treatnts, recovery can be achieved. Every ti a certain Prestige value is reached, the system will notify the host…”
So, it can be cured.
Lin Yuan adeptly asked, “What about the newbie gift?”
Perhaps it was because Lin Yuan was too proficient that the system took a few seconds of silence before replying, “The newbie gift has been sent to the host’s inventory.”
“Enter the inventory.”
As soon as Lin Yuan finished speaking, he saw a virtual interface similar to a ga backpack appear before his eyes. Inside the first grid, there was an audio file that didn’t take up much space —
Song: “Life Like A Sumr Flower”.
The newbie gift is just a song?
Please, could you remove the “big” from it?
While Lin Yuan was ntally complaining, he listened to the song once. As soon as the introduction began, he knew it was the sa work from his mory.
As a matter of fact,
The mont he clicked play on the song, mories from his past life regarding this song instantly flooded his mind. Before this, he couldn’t recall the tune and lyrics of the song at all.
Lin Yuan roughly understood how the system worked.
Those so-called Prestige might just be matters of releasing songs and gaining enough recognition. When this recognition reaches a certain level, he could get treated and wouldn’t have to “kick the bucket” prematurely…
Quite perfunctory settings.
The system seed unhappy with Lin Yuan’s complaints and promptly added a setting: “While gaining prestige, the host will also get lottery opportunities with extrely high winning chances.”
“Oh.”
Lin Yuan’s reaction was indifferent.
He was thinking about the song.
Since his vocal cords were damaged, even though the range of “Life Like A Sumr Flower” wasn’t high, according to the doctor’s advice, it would be better for Lin Yuan not to sing.
But this didn’t obstruct Lin Yuan.
He couldn’t perform it himself, but he could let others do it.
As long as he could gain Prestige it was fine. Logically, the singer tends to be more famous, but Lin Yuan didn’t like being famous, he even kind of loathed it—
He didn’t know why.
Maybe it was because of his past life’s influence?
Though he couldn’t clearly rember his past life, Lin Yuan could vaguely sense that his past self must have been quite impressive, possibly even very accomplished.
This song was interesting too.
It was at least appropriate for the original host’s situation.
Thinking about this, Lin Yuan suddenly felt curious, “System, after I transmigrated to this world, did my past self just disappear from Earth?”
System: “Life Exchange”
The system now understood Lin Yuan’s routine. This guy’s understanding was outstanding and his acceptance was incredible. He loved straightforwardness, so there was no need to explain too much, hence it began to be concise and clear.
“Life Exchange, huh.”
Lin Yuan’s eyes flickered and he revealed a gentle smile. Having soone take over and continue his life didn’t feel bad at all.
After all, he was single.
Many things might not be clear, but from the vague outline of his past mories, Lin Yuan was able to roughly sketch it out.
Not good, not bad either.
Actually, even the worst life would be better than having one’s life on a countdown. I wish the stranger who took over could also have a system instead of another ‘Life Like a Sumr Flower’—
At least, we still exist.
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