Professor End
Data calibration in progress…
Tang Xi’s gaze was fixed on the progress bar on the computer screen.
As soon as the data reached one hundred, his experiment would be a complete success.
It had already been half a month since the murder case.
Along with Tang Xi, other researchers were also waiting, including Duan Sifei.
Over the past two weeks, Duan Sifei had followed the doctor’s advice, often taking Tang Xi to interact with outsiders. As a result, he had become more familiar with many people at the research institute.
After all, who wouldn’t like a little kitten?
Tang Xi wasn’t truly the original host of this body, nor did he actually have autism, so he adapted well to these interactions.
Gradually, he was emerging from the thick shell he had once hidden in.
Finally, the number on the computer screen reached one hundred.
Cheers erupted from everyone witnessing the moment. A young researcher, overwhelmed with emotion, almost ran up to hug Tang Xi in tears.
However, just as the researcher took two steps forward, Tang Xi had already turned and embraced Duan Sifei instead.
His hug was restrained, yet it felt as if an invisible wall had formed around them, keeping everyone else out.
Feeling a gentle kiss land on the top of his head, Tang Xi looked up at him, his eyes sparkling as he revealed the purest smile.
But this wasn’t the end—there was still one final step. The experiment needed to be tested on an actual human subject.
The lab mice used in the experiment successfully regrew their severed limbs after receiving the drug.
This breakthrough excited the higher-ups, who made a special trip to witness the final test.
The research institute recruited many physically disabled volunteers—not only did they gain new hope, but they were also financially compensated. Many gritted their teeth and signed up without hesitation.
Who wouldn’t want a healthy body?
When the first volunteer stood up again, he was overwhelmed with tears. Step by step, he walked a few meters over ten minutes and personally presented Tang Xi with a banner of appreciation.
The experiment took a considerable amount of time to conclude. Only after ensuring there were no side effects was it made public.
At Tang Xi’s insistence, he solemnly signed two characters in the “Lead Researcher” column—An Liang.
In an instant, An Liang’s name became well-known in every household, and the whole world came to know him.
Those who had been saved, those whose lives had been reborn, all praised An Liang as a genius researcher.
Chen Liu, who initially slandered and dismissed the experiment, ended up utterly humiliated.
With Duan Sifei keeping an eye on things, even if Chen Liu had harbored thoughts of stealing the research results, he wouldn’t have dared act on them.
In fact, his obsession with monitoring Tang Xi’s experiment out of jealousy led him to neglect his own research, ultimately delaying his team’s progress. Enraged, the team leader kicked him out. At that moment, he realized he and Tang Xi no longer belonged to the same world.
In a disastrous experiment failure, he ended up blowing off his own hand, forcing him to leave the field of research altogether.
He achieved nothing. Contrary to the original storyline, his name faded into oblivion.
Tang Xi and Duan Sifei married in secret, unknown to anyone, but Tang Xi’s happiness was no less than in his previous world.
The only thing that troubled him was Jiang Jingcheng’s relentless pursuit after his rise to fame.
One day, when Jiang Jingcheng was caught delivering roses to Tang Xi, Duan Sifei happened to witness the scene. Soon after, Jiang’s company was ruthlessly attacked and fell into a massive financial crisis.
In just three days, it went bankrupt.
It was then that Tang Xi suddenly recalled—besides being a top researcher, Duan Sifei seemed to have another identity.
Back then, with just one phone call, he had severed Jiang Jingcheng’s investment in the research institute and even doubled the funding himself. Tang Xi had thought that was impressive enough.
Little did he expect that a jealous poop scooper could be even scarier—he had directly bankrupted the so-called child of fate.
Through actions rather than words, Duan Sifei made it clear that he excelled in areas beyond just research.
Unlike He Wang from the previous world, this world’s villain was tender and patient in bed, always teasing Tang Xi until he cried before finally satisfying him.
This time, Tang Xi stayed in this world until his hair turned gray, but he always felt like something was missing—just slightly short of complete fulfillment.
He wasn’t in a rush. He cherished every moment spent with his poop scooper.
After spending more than a decade at the research institute, they both resigned. Many people regretted their departure, but Tang Xi was determined—he had fulfilled the original host’s wishes, and now, it was time to fulfill his own.
They traveled to every corner of the world.
In the end, it was his stomach illness that took him. He was no longer young, and the ailments of his youth hit him like a storm. As he was wheeled into the operating room, he caught one last glimpse of Duan Sifei’s usually composed and restrained face—now twisted in anguish for the first time.
At that moment, he finally understood what had been missing all along.
. . . . .
Inside the system space.
Tang Xi reverted to a fluffy little cat, sitting there in a daze for a long time.
It seemed like he had been thinking about a lot, yet at the same time, nothing at all.
After a long while, he finally spoke.
“1551, has my task been evaluated?”
The system, 1551, cautiously emerged from the corner. “Judged as a failure. No points awarded.”
It was unclear how much time had passed before Tang Xi spoke again.
“Why did I fail?”
Deep down, he already knew the answer.
Unlike the previous world, he had an identity in this one. The way to leave this world was not by disappearing, not by being forgotten, but through true, undeniable death.
1551: [He took his own life.]
He died at Tang Xi’s funeral, lying in the coffin with a satisfied smile, holding him tightly.
Tang Xi: [Will I see him again in the next world?]
He neither cried nor made a fuss.
1551 hesitated before answering honestly, [I don’t know.]
Tang Xi didn’t linger in the system space for long before preparing for his next mission.
1551 tried to persuade him, [Once you finish your mission, you’ll have a whole month to rest. There’s no need to rush into the next world so soon.]
It feared that its host wouldn’t be able to withstand such an intense workload.
Tang Xi shook his head. [I’m afraid I’ll miss him.]
1551 fell silent and didn’t stop him anymore.
. . . . .
On his third transmigration, Tang Xi had clearly adapted much better.
As soon as he opened his eyes, the dizziness was gone.
A sharp voice rang out beside him. “Your Majesty, it’s time for your meal.”
Tang Xi frowned slightly and looked toward the speaker—only to be met with a deeply wrinkled, smiling face.
Tang Xi: …
Like a startled cat, he was momentarily blank before responding with a simple, “Mm.”
The wrinkled-face servant, pleased, immediately turned around and signaled to the others.
One by one, exquisite dishes were carried in by young and beautiful palace maids.
Everything prepared by the imperial chefs was of the highest quality, each dish a culinary masterpiece.
As Tang Xi absorbed the original host’s memories, he couldn’t help but dig in, eating to his heart’s content.
His mouth was stuffed full, but luckily, no one dared to look directly at the revered dragon emperor while he dined. Otherwise, his entire persona would have crumbled on the spot.
In this world, he was actually the supreme ruler—the emperor.
Tang Xi felt a bit panicked. [1551, are you sure you didn’t make a mistake? How could an emperor be a mere cannon fodder character?]
1551 replied coldly, [You’re just a puppet.]
Tang Xi instantly calmed down.
From his inherited memories, he realized that was indeed the case. He had ascended the throne at sixteen, accomplished nothing, and was notoriously arrogant and spoiled.
All military power was in the hands of General Nie Rong, while the imperial court was essentially controlled by Prime Minister Shen Xing.
The young emperor was now eighteen years old and had a terrible reputation. He was cruel, debauched, and utterly reckless—practically the textbook definition of a tyrant.
If it weren’t for Nie Rong being a staunch royalist, the dynasty would have changed hands long ago.
Although Nie Rong was a loyalist, he hardly cared about his own position, watching indifferently as he was sidelined into becoming nothing more than a puppet.
Most of the year, he stayed on the frontier.
The little emperor’s memories were quite different from the socially withdrawn child in the previous world. After all, he had grown up in the imperial palace, and his memories were filled with a complex web of relationships.
It took Tang Xi some effort to sort everything out.
He discreetly wiped his mouth and hesitantly called the name of the wrinkled-faced eunuch beside him. “Eunuch De.”
“I am here, Your Majesty. Would you like the dishes to be removed?” Eunuch De only dared to slightly lift his head upon hearing his name, but he still didn’t dare to look directly at the emperor’s face.
This young emperor possessed strikingly beautiful features—almost too delicate for someone in his position. It made him appear weak, which he despised. Once, a newly recruited guard, unaware of the palace rules, was stunned upon seeing the so-called tyrant for the first time. He hadn’t expected the infamous emperor to look like an untouched, youthful beauty and ended up staring blankly.
Unfortunately for the guard, he had the rugged, masculine appearance that the emperor himself longed for but could never attain. Enraged, the emperor ordered his eyes to be gouged out.
From that day on, everyone in the palace knew—never look directly at the emperor.
Eunuch De received no immediate response, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he anxiously tried to recall whether he had somehow offended the capricious emperor.
In reality, Tang Xi had simply been reminiscing about him for a moment.
This eunuch had once served his father, who had died young, and had been nothing but loyal to him as well.
The original host of this body had grown accustomed to commanding Eunuch De, who was his ever-present, trusted attendant.
After confirming that his behavior wouldn’t seem out of character, Tang Xi slightly raised his chin as a signal to clear away the dishes.
He imitated the original emperor’s arrogance nearly perfectly—except for the pair of clear, cat-like eyes that held no trace of cruelty, only an innate delicacy.
After the food was taken away, Eunuch De bent slightly at the waist and asked, “Your Majesty, do you not wish to summon any concubines tonight?”
The original emperor’s harem was filled with beautiful women, but his interest in them was purely aesthetic. He collected beauties of all kinds—not just daughters of officials but also commoner women of remarkable appearance.
Tang Xi sighed in relief, thinking that this was the only sensible thing the original emperor had ever done.
Otherwise, he truly wouldn’t know how to maintain this part of the persona.
“No, I… We are going to sleep.” Tang Xi corrected himself so quickly that he nearly bit his own tongue.
Eunuch De, ever perceptive, promptly led everyone out.
Once the room was completely empty, leaving Tang Xi alone, he immediately transformed back into his cat form and curiously explored the surroundings.
The original emperor had certainly lived lavishly—his chambers were just short of having gold-plated floors. Even the pillars were dusted with gold powder.
Tang Xi cautiously reached out a paw to tap one of the porcelain vases.
These were all priceless antiques.
His palace was overflowing with gold, silver, and jewels, yet the national treasury was growing emptier by the day.
There were also luminous pearls—some larger than his cat head.
The entire room was so brightly illuminated by these pearls that there was no need for candlelight.
Tang Xi stared at the glowing pearls for a moment before he couldn’t resist letting out a soft “meow” and batting one into his embrace to play with.
Even after transforming back into his human form, he continued clutching it tightly, falling asleep while still holding onto it.
[Wake up, dumb cat.]
[It’s time for morning court!]
Tang Xi was roused by 1551’s voice, struggling to keep his eyes open.
The original emperor had a habit of lazing in bed every morning—if he managed to get up on time, he would attend court, but if he didn’t, he simply wouldn’t bother.
After all, the state of the court had nothing to do with him, whether he was there or not.
He was fully aware of his own insignificance, and it was as if he had given up on himself entirely. The more the ministers disdained him, the more recklessly he behaved, allowing the cunning Shen Xing to manipulate him to no end, to the point where he barely even reviewed official documents.
As for the so-called royalist faction in the court, in his eyes, they were nothing more than Nie Rong’s lapdogs.
Author’s Note:
The new world is just as delightful! Click to see the cat getting bullied (not really).
I’m amazed that TX can stay in character in this second arc which was completely opposite of himself in the first arc. This new arc already sounds good. TX as an emperor seems interesting and I can’t wait for ML’s appearance ♥️