Su Xingye had always believed he would die heroically.
Maybe saving someone from a speeding truck.
Maybe protecting a child from danger.
Or at the very least, dying dramatically while shouting something cool like,
"Tell my story!"
Instead—
He died in bed. Under a blanket.
At 3:17 a.m to be exact with his phone still in his hand.
And the last thing on his screen was:
"My CEO Husband Chases Me Till the End of the World — Chapter 1,284: He Bought the Planet for Me."
"...Just one more chapter," Su Xingye muttered, his eyes red and dry like sandpaper.
He had school in the morning.
He had homework unfinished.
He had promised himself—again—that tonight he would sleep early.
But the novel was reaching the climax.
The female lead had just lost her memory.
The male lead had just bought an island.
And the villain had just revealed he was secretly the female lead's long-lost twin brother's bodyguard's cousin.
How could he sleep at a time like this?
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
Su Xingye adjusted his blanket like a warrior preparing for battle.
His room was dark except for the bright glow of his phone. Snack wrappers surrounded him like fallen soldiers. An empty bottle of milk tea stood proudly on the bedside table, a monument to poor decisions.
He tapped the screen.
Next Chapter, five minutes passed.
Then ten.
Then thirty.
His eyelids felt heavy, but his curiosity was heavier.
"Just one more," he whispered.
The male lead was now kneeling in the rain.
The female lead was crying dramatically.
Lightning flashed.
Su Xingye's heart pounded.
"Confess already!" he hissed at the screen. "You've been chasing her for 600 chapters!"
He leaned closer, completely absorbed.
Outside, the night was silent.
Inside, Su Xingye's brain was running on zero sleep, too much sugar, and pure emotional chaos.
His vision blurred slightly.
He blinked.
Once, twice.
The words on the screen started to swim.
"Huh…" he mumbled. "Why is the font moving?"
He rubbed his eyes, thinking it was just tiredness. After all, this wasn't the first all-nighter he had pulled. He had survived many before.
He reached for another chapter.
Next Chapter.
The loading circle spun.
And spun. And spun.
His head felt strangely light.
His fingers loosened around the phone and his body sank deeper into the pillow.
The last thought that crossed Su Xingye's mind was not about his family, his dreams, or his future.
It was:
"Did they finally kiss…?"
Then—
Darkness.
Complete darkness.
Silence filled the room.
The phone slipped from his hand and landed softly on the blanket, still glowing.
On the screen, the chapter finally loaded.
"Chapter 1,285: The Wedding of the Century."
But Su Xingye never got to read it.
Somewhere, in a place beyond logic and reason, a mechanical voice echoed:
[Detected: Excessive reading.]
[Cause of death: Overenthusiastic binge-reading.]
[Evaluation: Extremely embarrassing.]
A pause.
Then—
[Initiating transmigration…]