A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

The reason why this strange mutation, which deviates from the original work, occurs in this timeline is definitely related to Him.

"He."

Chiyu chewed on this word repeatedly.

"It's not the Holy Lord. The rules refer to the Holy Lord by name; this 'He' is something else entirely."

He suddenly remembered something and brought the torn page closer to look at it.

The rules were written in blood, and the fourth rule was blocked by black ink.

Two forces are vying for power on the same piece of paper. The being that wrote the rules wants to help him, while the being that erased the rules wants to stop him.

So, is this piece of paper itself credible?

"Could even these rules be a trap?"

No one can answer this question.

After confirming that there were no new rules, Qianyu folded the tattered page filled with rules again and stuffed it back into the inner pocket of her chest.

With no Clow Cards available for maneuvering and no Tiga's flight ability to borrow, Chiba's current mode of transportation has reverted to its most primitive state.

Fortunately, she hadn't gone too far when Qianyu heard a commotion coming from one direction.

He walked in that direction, and sure enough, pedestrians began to appear on the street.

At first, they were scattered in twos and threes, then they became more and more numerous, and then the view suddenly opened up.

Following the flow of people, Qianyu arrived at a main street.

People dressed in tattered clothes lined up along both sides of the street with their heads down, kneeling down one after another.

Men, women, and children all prostrated themselves on the ground. No one spoke, no one looked up, and even coughs were suppressed in their throats.

The whole street was as quiet as a grave. Qianyu stood in the alley, glanced ahead, and saw the person he was looking for in the third row on the left.

Xiaoyu was being pressed to the ground by her parents, one on each shoulder, her face almost touching the ground, but she was still muttering something under her breath.

Qianyu did not rush forward.

Heavy footsteps came from the end of the street, and the ground trembled slightly.

Two emerald-green Western dragons came into view first, their fleshy wings half-open, their claws leaving deep marks on the road, and with each step they took, they exhaled a puff of scorching white smoke from their nostrils.

Behind them followed a grand procession, with a dozen or so shirtless humans carrying a huge palanquin, upon which sat the Holy Lord.

This time it's its true form, not possessing anyone's body, but a humanoid dragon.

They looked down on their subservient people with an air of superiority.

His scarlet eyes swept across the crowd on both sides, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

Only after the Holy Lord's procession had completely gone far away and disappeared in the direction of the palace did the kneeling people stand up tremblingly and disperse to go home without saying a word.

In the blink of an eye, the once crowded intersection became deserted.

Qianyu looked again in the direction where Xiaoyu had been kneeling.

She stood alone on the street, looking at the bizarre buildings she didn't recognize, holding her head in her hands, lost in deep doubt about life.

Not long after, a man with a long Qing Dynasty-style braid walked over from the street corner.

Xiaoyu ran after him and grabbed the end of the braid.

"Uncle Long! Uncle Long, wait a minute!"

The man turned and glanced at her.

Qianyu recognized the face. Although he had a braid and looked less energetic, it was indeed Jackie Chan.

"Uncle Long, listen to me, this world is fake!"

Xiaoyu grabbed Jackie Chan's sleeve.

"A villain altered a very important book, erasing everyone's memories. But you're not like that. You were originally an archaeologist, not some servant! And you know kung fu!"

Jackie Chan turned around and glanced at her, his expression like that of someone looking at a feverish, delirious child.

"Xiaoyu, stop fooling around."

He didn't even stop, walking slowly and steadily towards the palace.

"His Majesty's lunch is still two hours away; I need to go to the kitchen to help prepare the ingredients."

No! Listen to me!

"Go home, don't wander around outside, or you'll get punished if the patrol sees you."

Cheng Longtou left without looking back, his braid swaying behind him twice before disappearing from sight.

After watching Jackie Chan leave, Jade stood there, lost in thought for a long time.

Just as she was about to chase after him, a hand pressed down on her shoulder from behind.

"Aaaaaah!"

Xiaoyu sprang up, turning around so fast she almost fell over.

Chapter 179 Reuniting with Xiaoyu

Qianyu released her grip and took half a step back.

"Brother Qianyu...it's you?!"

Xiaoyu patted her chest with a sigh of relief and gasped for breath.

"My God! Are you trying to scare me to death?! In this creepy, eerie place, don't you make a sound when you walk?"

"I'm so sorry."

Qianyu withdrew her hand and apologized for the actions of the spirit behind her.

"Suddenly seeing a familiar, lively person in this strange, ghostly world, I got so excited I couldn't control myself."

Upon hearing this, Xiaoyu's expression shifted from fear to confusion, and then quickly turned to shock.

"Wait, Brother Qianyu! You still remember me?"

Of course I remember.

Xiaoyu looked Qianyu up and down as if she were looking at a rare animal, and asked her in surprise.

"Uncle Long, and my parents, they all seem to have been brainwashed, they don't remember anything from before. Why weren't your original memories erased like the others?"

Qianyu temporarily made up an excuse

"I think it's probably because we both encountered the Book of Time in the cave that we weren't affected by its rewriting."

Xiaoyu suddenly realized and tapped her palm.

"So that's how it is! I knew it! Just now, when that big bad guy, Holy Lord, was scribbling all over the book, I happened to tear off a piece of paper, and then the whole world in front of me changed. When I opened my eyes, my parents were actually pressing my head down and making me kowtow to that monster..."

Once the little girl started talking, she couldn't stop. Xiaoyu wanted to follow up on this topic and give a long explanation of her reasoning about the current situation.

"alright."

Qianyu raised her hand and interrupted her.

"I can probably guess what you're trying to say: this is a demon world rewritten by the Holy Lord using history books. He was never sealed away and has been ruling ever since. Right?"

Xiaoyu stared blankly for two seconds with her mouth agape.

How do you know so much?

"Observed on the road."

Qianyu gestured with her chin towards the distant palace.

"The problem now isn't about revising the worldview, but about how to rewind the timeline."

Faced with this question concerning the survival of the world, the quick-witted Xiaoyu immediately understood and put away her playful thoughts.

"That's easy! Since it was the Holy Lord who made those changes to that great book, all we need to do is sneak into his palace, find the Book of History, erase the page he changed, and rewrite it. Everything will be back to normal!"

Qianyu nodded

After making up her mind, Xiaoyu was instantly filled with fighting spirit, and the frustration of being ignored by Jackie Chan just now was swept away.

She urged Qianyu to act quickly.

"Let's go! Let's get started right away!"

Xiaoyu turned and pointed to the dark silhouette of the palace in the distance.

"Oh right, we still need to find Uncle Long first. Although he's lost his memory and still wears that super old-fashioned braid, he's a true kung fu master. He can definitely be a great help to us infiltrating the palace and saving the world!"

After saying that, she skipped and hopped forward.

Qianyu followed behind, her pace neither too fast nor too slow.

He didn't tell Xiaoyu about the five rules, nor did he reveal that he possessed fragments of historical records.

Xiaoyu turned around and glanced at him.

Why are you walking so slowly? Hurry up!

"They've arrived."

The Black Castle's exterior appears to be pieced together from enormous demonic fangs, exuding an unsettling sense of oppression.

As soon as she stepped into the castle, a strange smell hit Qianyu's nostrils.

It was an extremely indescribable smell, like a large vat of aged vinegar that had been fermenting for three months, with a few old, moldy rags stained with engine oil thrown in, pungent and mixed with an indescribable feeling of heat.

Qianyu frowned, raised her hand and fanned herself twice in front of her nose, then turned her head and lowered her voice to confirm with Xiaoyu in front of her.

"Do you smell anything strange?"

Xiaoyu sniffed, then pinched the tip of her nose in disgust and nodded repeatedly.

"Hmm, that's weird. It seems to be coming from below?"

The two followed the faint, sour smell, searching around for a long time, but couldn't find the source of the odor.

To avoid alerting the enemy, Qianyu simply shook her head, temporarily putting the matter out of her mind, and pulled Xiaoyu to continue deeper inside.