A Charming and Cool Guy Finds Himself in a Chaotic Situation [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 12

[Private Forum // Late Night Sleep // Anonymous Partition]

[Topic] The Princess seems to have presented as an Omega, is this for real?

OP: Clickbait for a moment. My childhood friend went to the Chen family banquet and messaged me saying the Princess suddenly fainted and was carried into the lounge. He said it looked like a secondary presentation. My brain immediately started fantasizing if the Princess were an Omega… I’ve been tossing and turning in excitement all night.

2L: Go to sleep, wash up. Even if he were an Omega, it’s not your turn to lust after him 😀

4L: We’re in the same forum, don’t laugh at me, big brother.

5L: I’m cutting ties with this forum, don’t include me.

8L: Saying that like you haven’t “YY-ed” (fantasized) about him yourself.

10L: What’s wrong with Betas? I want a Beta Princess, I want a Beta Princess, I want a Beta Princess, I just want him.

12L: Are you the “Knight Brother”?

13L: How could something like this happen? How is the Princess doing now?

15L: Nothing major, he’s just acting as a Sleeping Beauty in the room.

18L: The term “Sleeping Beauty” is so cute… I want to steal a kiss on the baby’s cheek.

20L: I want to suck on the little cat Princess’s belly.

21L: To the ones above, I’m assuming the OP is a beefy Alpha.

26L: Speaking of which, is your childhood friend okay? I heard the area is surrounded by security guards and there are many assassins.

29L: He said he’s fine for now, just chaotic. He’s hiding in a corner messaging me, asking if he should try to sneak a kiss on the Princess right now.

31L: Can’t handle this. “Lust is a knife,” right?

37L: Haha, you really think the Princess’s bodyguards are pushovers? The moment you even intend to get close, those bodyguards don’t even need to give a warning they’ll just blow your brains out. Your family will have to go to the Princess’s house to apologize for raising such a blind, unfilial son.

39L: Brothers, this is tragic. I’m hallucinating some heroes saving the Princess.

41L: You’re the evil dragon kidnapping the Princess here, buddy.

38L: Fantasies are fantasies, but if anyone actually does something bad to the Princess, every brother in this forum will take turns slapping you to death.

44L: I remember that bodyguards aren’t allowed inside the banquet, but didn’t someone bring bodyguards before to settle a personal score right on the spot? They didn’t make it out alive.

46L: The Princess’s family is very powerful; don’t think of them as ordinary nobles.

49L: Then do you believe the Princess can be left alone without anyone watching him? If there really were no one, the Chen family wouldn’t need to stay in this business. Just wait for the Princess’s family to mobilize a hundred thousand troops to flatten the Chen family.

50L: Does the Princess’s family need a son-in-law? I’m interested.

51L: They never need one. Sadly, hundreds have applied, zero have been hired.

52L: Inside scoop: that man is also there, and he’s the one watching over the Princess alone right now.

53L: Stability guaranteed!

55L: I’m relieved if he is watching. He is the man most trusted by the Princess’s fans worldwide.

57L: Hey buddy, you’re saying it like he’s not an Alpha.

59L: What else could he be? If it were you watching, I wouldn’t even dare to imagine what would happen 😀

62L: If he goes, it’s safe. If someone from this forum goes, the most dangerous place is right by his side.

63L: Wait, so who is that man? I don’t get it.

64L: Probably acting.

66L: It’s just “the man with the best restraint in the whole universe.”

67L: The one you see on the military channel every day.

68L: The one who, even though I don’t want to praise an Alpha, I have to sincerely admit is handsome.

71L: Heh, not half as handsome as me.

72L: PUA (Narcissist) Alpha, get lost.

73L: I think at this point, even a dog could decode this.

74L: If someone comes in to catch me, I’m deleting my account first.

77L: There’s nothing shameful about this, really. This section of the forum is just for gossip and, er, letting off steam.

80L: Guess who we’re talking about? Guess if his family has the ability to track your IP and blow you away?

82L: Oh no, can’t I even think about it…?

86L: I’ve always opposed this anonymous section, it’s too dark. We “Princess Fans” should be a source of positive energy.

87L: Buddy, delete the photos you secretly saved before saying that. Those are contraband too.

88L: You’re here to repent again?

[Accidents seem to have occurred.]

The System’s gentle voice reached him.

Even though it lacked a physical form and was merely a product of data, to Yu Mianfeng, the voice sounded incredibly intimate. If he had a human face, he would surely be smiling gently right now.

Ever since Yu Mianfeng could remember, the System had been by his side. He had always assumed he had some sort of special ability, and to avoid being taken for research, he kept it a secret, not even telling his parents.

It wasn’t until he grew up that the System told him the truth.

Yu Mianfeng was a “Tasker” who traveled through worlds with the goal of maintaining the order of each small world. This world was his first mission.

In these small worlds, Yu Mianfeng would not have memories from before he entered. The System was there to keep him company so he wouldn’t be too lonely, while also bearing the responsibility of checking whether the plot succeeded.

Yu Mianfeng could clearly perceive that the System harbored no malice toward him. Thus far, everything the System had done had been to help him.

In childhood, it helped him avoid potential dangers; as he grew up, it taught him how to reject the advances of others.

Until one day, the System entered a state of hibernation due to energy fluctuations.

Before it slept, the System told Yu Mianfeng that once the plot ended, they would be able to leave this world. It was simply a short sleep; once he woke up, it would continue to accompany him.

…Leave the world.

Yu Mianfeng didn’t know how to evaluate that. He didn’t know what was “real.”

The world he had lived in for eighteen years was fake. He was a Tasker sent here to complete a mission, but he had no memories of any place outside this world. Would it be better after he left? What kind of world would it be?

In any case, he had to take it one step at a time.

Thinking of this, Yu Mianfeng pondered: “Mhm, after you went into hibernation, something like a virus appeared in my mind.”

[Don’t pay any attention to it, just some failed product. It won’t appear again.]

The System changed the subject: [There was an accident with the plot, but it doesn’t matter.]

Yu Mianfeng didn’t think about the voice that had disappeared ever since the System woke up. He recalled the plot the System had given him. He had followed the panel left behind strictly in theory, there shouldn’t have been any deviations.

But that was only in theory. After all, the people he encountered were very different from how they were described in the plot.

The plot didn’t mention that the male side character, Chen Xiulan, was a pervert who would steal the villain’s clothes.

[Indeed, be careful of these anomalies; they are very dangerous…]

The System’s tone was very soft: [Aside from that, there are some… but they are inconsequential.]

[Let’s not discuss this for now; there’s an accident outside. Wake up.]

An invisible force gently wrapped around his eyelids. Yu Mianfeng obediently closed his eyes. His body felt as if it were sinking into a cold universe, falling into darkness.

When he opened his eyes again, he felt the light and squinted, his eyes becoming moist. The light beside him was dimmed instantly.

With a flutter of his eyelashes, like a butterfly beating its wings, Yu Mianfeng opened his eyes and found himself lying on a bed, someone having thoughtfully tucked in his quilt it was warm. Looking at the decor, he assumed he was in the Chen family’s lounge.

He examined his surroundings and turned his head to meet the gaze of Yuan Hechu, who was watching him. Yuan Hechu’s eyes were calm, and he was sitting on a chair beside the lamp. Yu Mianfeng only took a cursory glance before looking away.

He hadn’t expected to see the Marshal here. He blinked in silence.

The aura Yuan Hechu exuded was heavy; Yu Mianfeng had the illusion that the man might pull out a gun the next second. Perhaps the other man already knew everything, and sitting beside him was a means to keep watch while waiting for interrogation.

He was lost in thought for a moment before Yuan Hechu finally broke the silence: “Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?”

…

“There was a group of assassins, but they weren’t aiming for you. After you fainted, the Chen family called the security team and began tracing everyone who handled the alcohol you drank.” Yuan Hechu explained the situation in a few short sentences.

Yu Mianfeng shifted his gaze to the gun Yuan Hechu was holding; it looked as if he had just finished wiping it down.

As the political center of the capital, Capital Star had strict controls on weapons. Aside from the military and the nobility, ordinary people couldn’t obtain lethal weapons. Even if they did, they were mostly modified, low-end versions with little lethality. In this world of advanced technology, unless one was hit in vital areas, a few shots weren’t a big deal and could be easily treated.

Yu Mianfeng wanted to know if the assassination attempt had succeeded.

Before he could ask, Yuan Hechu tossed out the information like casual chat. “The assassins’ target was a noble who had committed many crimes in secret.”

Yuan Hechu lowered his eyes to look at the gun, now polished to a shine, and added slowly: “Seven shots, two hit the heart. The Chen family isn’t equipped with large treatment pods; they can only wait to be sent to the hospital. Outside the main gate, the security team and the assassins are currently exchanging fire.”

“The assassins just wanted to trap everyone here to delay the treatment,” Yuan Hechu added.

“That kind of person doesn’t deserve to be saved anyway,” Yu Mianfeng commented.

He licked his lips; they were a bit dry. His heart was thumping. He was excited.

Yuan Hechu let out a laugh, his voice carrying a faint tone of approval: “That’s what I thought too, but the law doesn’t approve of vigilante justice…”

“Are you feeling okay? Do you want to rest a while longer?”

Yuan Hechu stopped talking and turned to ask. He put away his gun, walked to the water dispenser, and poured a cup of warm water for Yu Mianfeng.

Yuan Hechu considerately leaned over and held it to his lips, urging: “Careful, it’s hot.”

“Thank you.”

Yu Mianfeng didn’t have the habit of having someone else hold his water. After thanking him, he took the cup himself. He didn’t want to continue this topic. Yuan Hechu was extremely sharp; if he acted even slightly unnatural, he might be discovered.

Yu Mianfeng searched for a topic: “Is the Marshal here to attend the banquet?”

Yuan Hechu sat on the edge of the bed, his black-gloved hands resting on the bed frame: “I’m here representing the military.”

“Then the assassins probably didn’t know you were here.”

Yu Mianfeng replied casually. After drinking a few sips of water, he moved to put the cup on the table. Yuan Hechu took it from him before he could.

The cup wasn’t large, and their fingers brushed against each other on the rim. Yuan Hechu’s hand was clearly a size larger than Yu Mianfeng’s the bones of an Alpha, the hands of a perfect soldier. He was using his right hand, which lacked a glove, and when he touched the back of Yu Mianfeng’s hand, it was as light as a feather.

Yu Mianfeng jerked his hand back.

Yuan Hechu turned away to set the cup down.

Yuan Hechu’s attitude toward him could be described as gentle and friendly. Yu Mianfeng didn’t understand why things had turned out this way. In the plot, the villain and the male lead’s friend who were supposed to be enemies were getting along unexpectedly well.

Yu Mianfeng pondered this. In the plot, the friend would normally be protective of the protagonist and harbor malice toward the villain. That friend was a very responsible person.

The two didn’t have time to chat, and Yu Mianfeng had no desire to talk. The chaos outside seemed to stop quickly. Yuan Hechu received a communication, stood up, and opened the door that had been locked from the inside.

Yuan Hechu’s right-hand man and the head of the Chen family stood outside the door, backed by rows of soldiers. Military reinforcements had arrived.

Yu Mianfeng found his shoes by the bed and lowered his head to put them on. He heard Yuan Hechu speaking to his subordinates; the gist was that the assassins had been caught, though two had escaped and were being hunted.

He finished dressing and was just about to leave when Yuan Hechu, who was issuing orders, raised his arm to block his path. None of the subordinates, including the Chen family head, dared to look in his direction.

Just then, Ke Cheng walked up the stairs, passing through the crowd, and handed a piece of intelligence to Yuan Hechu. Perhaps he was the only person in the crowd, besides Yuan Hechu, who dared to meet Yu Mianfeng’s gaze. His eyes held a subtle expression, and a smile played on his lips as he watched the Beta.

…His clothes were a bit disheveled.

Yu Mianfeng didn’t see him; his attention was entirely on Yuan Hechu, who was blocking him.

“I’ll send you home.”

Yuan Hechu’s words carried a tone of indisputability. He had just finished giving orders to his subordinates, and his tone hadn’t yet softened.

Yu Mianfeng didn’t want to have too much contact with him: “There are Yu family bodyguards outside.”

“This is your father’s request.”

Yuan Hechu’s attitude was both gentle and firm.

…As the number one noble family set to be eradicated by the military, Yu Mianfeng didn’t know why his father had such a harmonious relationship with the Marshal.

Yuan Hechu had Ke Cheng take Yu Mianfeng to his private car to wait first, while he gave a few more instructions to his subordinates. Ke Cheng took the guards and Yu Mianfeng through a secret passage, avoiding the front hall of the banquet. In front of others, Ke Cheng maintained a serious demeanor, at least he didn’t say those strange things to Yu Mianfeng again.

Although Ke Cheng was the Marshal’s adjutant, his rank wasn’t low—he held the same rank as other generals, he just didn’t want to go to the battlefield and preferred doing clerical work at Capital Star.

At the end of the passage was Yuan Hechu’s private car. Inside, there was only the trusted driver in the driver’s seat. Ke Cheng made a gesture, signaling the driver to get out, and then personally pulled open the car door for Yu Mianfeng.

Yu Mianfeng stared at him for a moment before entering the car.

Ke Cheng was not an easy person to get along with; his personality was gloomy and sharp, and something seemed different about him. He was standing on the edge of danger.

As expected, no sooner had Yu Mianfeng sat down than Ke Cheng followed and slammed the car door shut. The car wasn’t small, but the tall Alpha filled it the moment he entered.

Ke Cheng looked over his body, his gaze somewhat subtle.

He suddenly asked for no reason: “Is the effect of the drug over?”

Yu Mianfeng thought he was asking on Yuan Hechu’s behalf to check his condition, so he simply replied: “It’s over.”

“How did your clothes get messy?”

Even someone as slow-witted as Yu Mianfeng sensed that something was wrong with this question.

There was no advantage in hand-to-hand combat in such a cramped space. He subconsciously reached for his gun, but Ke Cheng was a step faster. He grabbed his face with his hand, his eyes burning, the dark pupils flashing with excitement.

The man said with great interest: “Tell me, if I force a kiss on you right here, how would you react?”