Chapter 1: Modifying the Plot, Tang San Spits Blood
Ye Fan looked at system screen curiously.
"By changing one word in the plot, reality can be altered?"
Less than a second after Ye Fan transmigrated, the Plot Modification System arrived.
And it was the classic 'parents both dead, starting with an empty house' scenario.
Systems are quite competitive these days.
"How do I modify it?"
The system panel displayed the current plot content:
[Ye Fan lies on the bed, his stomach rumbling, his family so poor they only have one bronze coin...]
[Hint: You can change one word within it,]
[For example, change 'lies' to 'stands', 'bed' to 'ground', 'only' to 'no'...]
Ye Fan: ...
"This system of yours isn't good; why are you only thinking of harming me?"
He thought for a moment and changed the word 'bronze' to 'gold'.
The single bronze coin on the bedside table flashed with golden light and transformed into a gold coin.
He quickly picked it up, his eyes filled with surprise; it was his first time interacting with a system, and he was still a bit unaccustomed to it.
Ye Fan asked the system, "Can anything be modified?"
"Give me a plot line."
"Ye Fan is a person. I want to change 'person' to 'god'."
[Too much impact, cannot modify.]
"What does that mean?"
[There are only three basic modification opportunities per day. Small-impact changes like this are unrestricted and can be modified freely.]
The author specifically came back to explain that three free basic modification opportunities refresh daily, not that you can only modify three times a day.
[However, if the impact is significant, it cannot be modified.]
[Additionally, each modification grants one point. Using points for modification can reduce restrictions. Points can also be exchanged for prizes in the point shop.]
[The three free opportunities cannot modify things related to strength. At the very least, a small reduction in modification restriction is required to modify them.]
Ye Fan finally had a preliminary understanding of the system's abilities.
Although there were restrictions on the content of modifications, the golden finger was still powerful.
"But isn't only three points a day a bit too little?"
[After a plot change, various rewards, including but not limited to points, will be obtained. The greater the change, the greater the reward.]
[Modifications include four parts: replace, delete, add, swap.]
[New user reward: one small-level restriction reduction modification opportunity for each of the four types.]
Ye Fan couldn't bother with all that for now.
He first took the gold coin and bought some food from Saint Spirit Village to fill his stomach.
"Little Fan, are you there? Grandpa is here to pick you up."
Old Jack, the Elder of Saint Spirit Village, called out from outside the house.
Only then did Ye Fan remember that today was the day of Spirit awakening.
He walked out of the house.
He immediately saw the old man leaning on a cane.
Old Jack had a kind smile on his face.
There was also a child dressed similarly to Ye Fan.
From his mature eyes, Ye Fan judged this to be Tang San. There couldn't be a third transmigrator in the small Saint Spirit Village.
Their homes were close, so Old Jack brought him along too.
"I heard you found a gold coin at home? With this gold coin, your days ahead will be much better."
Ye Fan nodded. This was the explanation he gave to outsiders when he spent the gold coin earlier; something appearing out of nowhere needed an explanation.
"Let's go, I'll take you to awaken your Spirit."
Along the way, Old Jack continuously talked about knowledge regarding Spirits. Tang San listened with great interest.
However, Ye Fan already knew all this; he was still researching the system's modification abilities.
[Tang San had just drunk a bowl of porridge when he was taken away by Old Jack to awaken his Spirit...]
Today's three basic opportunities had already been used once; two remained.
Ye Fan tried to modify another word again.
The modification was complete. Tang San, who had been chatting and laughing with Old Jack, suddenly froze.
Old Jack became a little confused.
"Little San, what's wrong?"
The next second, Tang San coughed, and a mouthful of fresh blood gushed out.
"Little San!"
Old Jack instantly panicked and turned pale with fright.
"What's going on?!"
Tang San propped himself up with his hands on his knees and violently spewed out another mouthful of fresh blood.
He felt extremely uncomfortable in his mouth.
It was as if he had just drunk a bowl of blood.
"Tang San, you're not going to die, are you?"
"I remember when my grandpa died, he just spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and then he was gone!"
"I remember when my grandpa died, he just spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, and then he was gone!"
Ye Fan quickly added fuel to the fire.
Tang San suddenly felt dizzy, as if he was really going to die.
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Old Jack said to Ye Fan, "Go quickly and find Tang San's father."
"Okay!"
Ye Fan agreed, running quickly towards the small house of Tang San and Tang Hao.
At the same time, he shouted as he ran,
"Uncle Tang, Uncle Tang, Tang San is dead!"
"Tang San is dead!"
Tang Hao was currently feeling gloomy in his house, but when he heard the words "Tang San is dead," he instantly became alert.
Tang Hao dashed out of the house, directly appearing in front of Ye Fan, grabbing him.
"What's going on?!"
"How did Tang San die?!"
Ye Fan pointed, quickly recounting what had just happened.
"Tang San is spitting blood like crazy over there!"
"He's going to die any moment!"
Tang Hao no longer asked questions, taking Ye Fan and quickly running to where Tang San was spitting blood.
Old Jack no longer cared about his dislike for Tang Hao at this moment.
"You're here."
"Tang San keeps spitting blood; I estimate he's spit out a whole bowl."
"Usually, even when you kill a chicken, you only collect a bowl of blood."
"Tang San isn't really going to die, is he?"
Tang Hao couldn't care less what Old Jack was saying at this moment.
He quickly circulated his spirit power to examine Tang San's body.
But he found that Tang San's body didn't seem to have any problems.
It was as if he had drunk a bowl of blood and then spit it out.
In fact, Tang Hao's judgment was spot on; Tang San had indeed drunk a bowl of blood and then spit it out.
Ye Fan had just changed the word 'porridge' to 'blood'.
[Tang San had just drunk a bowl of blood when he was taken away by Old Jack to awaken his Spirit...]
Drinking a bowl of blood, it would be strange if he didn't vomit from the disgust.
[Tang Hao lightly patted Tang San's chest, wanting to help Tang San's body recover...]
Ye Fan, in turn, changed the word 'lightly' to 'heavily'.
[Tang Hao heavily patted Tang San's chest, wanting to help Tang San's body recover...]
Tang Hao reached out his hand to place it on Tang San's chest, about to pat him gently.
Suddenly, his strength increased dramatically.
"Bang!"
With one palm strike,
Tang San, with a 'poof,' spewed out another mouthful of fresh blood.
This time, it wasn't the blood he had drunk; he was spitting out his own.
With this mouthful, Tang San's face instantly lost all color.
His small face was sallow.
"Little San!"
Old Jack instantly cried out in alarm.
"Tang Hao, what are you doing?!"
"Are you trying to beat Tang San to death?"
Old Jack pulled Tang Hao away and asked Tang San with concern,
"Little San, how are you? Do you need to see a doctor?"
Tang Hao, at this moment, also looked at his left hand, utterly bewildered.
He had clearly used very little force, so how did he suddenly exert such great strength?
He once again used his spirit power to examine Tang San's body.
He instantly felt that Tang San's body had suffered severe internal injuries.
All caused by that palm strike.
Tang Hao, at this moment, could be said to be filled with regret, wishing he could slap himself.