A Charming and Cool Guy Finds Himself in a Chaotic Situation [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 5

The chat interface between the two lapsed into a tense, heavy silence.

As a Beta, Yu Mianfeng naturally lacked an intense, hardwired biological gender awareness. However, that baseline neurological difference didn’t mean he could remain entirely unbothered after exposing his bare body to his nominal Omega fiancé.

To speak completely objectively, Yu Mianfeng didn’t consider himself particularly close to the Protagonist Shou. At the very least, they hadn’t established the level of intimacy required to comfortably face one another stark naked.

Even though they were both biologically male, and even though he had merely exposed his shoulders… he was still plagued by a distinct, bizarre illusion that his entire frame had somehow begun to melt under Lu Yibo’s intense, focused gaze.

According to the original novel’s trajectory, the villain was supposed to be a gloomy, tyrannical tyrant who forced his desires onto the Protagonist Shou without a single shred of consent, executing all manner of deeply uncomfortable, boundary-violating transgressions.

The absolute fiasco that had just unfolded would likely anchor a profound sense of revulsion across the Protagonist Shou’s cognitive systems.

Perhaps, trapped beneath this relentless sequence of chaotic “coincidences,” he was ultimately fated to slide down that identical path toward his scripted destruction.

Completely losing his original interest in enjoying the geothermal spring, Yu Mianfeng perfunctorily dried his frame, stepped out of the enclosure, threw on a plush bathrobe, and settled down before his study desk.

His mind was thoroughly unsettled. He reached out to flip open a random text to distract his consciousness.

Yet, the highly dense academic prose that usually commanded his absolute interest failed to register a single line of meaning in his mind tonight.

Lowering his eyelids, his fingers lightly traced the crisp edge of a paper leaf. A stray droplet of moisture tracked down the sharp contour of his jawline, hanging momentarily before plunging down to saturate the fabric of the robe over his chest.

Yu Mianfeng began to systematically process his archival knowledge regarding the Protagonist Shou’s scripted life path.

Lu Yibo’s baseline trajectory was undeniably tragic.

He was exceptionally competent, having demonstrated a staggering level of raw, innate strategic talent since early childhood. Consequently, he had been universally, silently acknowledged as the absolute rightful successor to his clan’s monolithic empire. His mediocre cousins had been left entirely in his dust, left with zero recourse but to gaze up at his towering silhouette with bitter, helpless resentment.

At that juncture, Lu Yibo’s brilliance was practically blinding a gentle persona wrapped around a razor-sharp, cutting intellect. Practically every single observer had established an absolute assumption that he would inevitably differentiate into a high-tier Alpha and assume absolute control over the family’s institutional levers.

The Lu clan desperately required an elite sovereign to command its infrastructure, and Lu Yibo’s father, the reigning patriarch, desperately demanded an heir capable of launching their lineage into unprecedented glory.

Until the day Lu Yibo turned twelve.

Trapped beneath a collective sea of gazes vibrating with intense anticipation or dark, festering malice, his biology initialized a secondary gender differentiation and output an Omega.

The structural predecessor of the current Federation was a monolithic Empire. The ancient royal bloodlines were dominated by a fiercely chauvinistic Alpha-supremacist ideology, a system where Betas and Omegas were effectively stripped of baseline human rights. That archaic social paradigm hadn’t officially fractured until the royal family was violently overthrown.

Yet, within the contemporary structure of the modern Federation, a massive population still clung fiercely to that outdated doctrine of absolute Alpha supremacy.

No one ever explicitly detailed the shift to Lu Yibo’s face, but practically overnight, the entire world fundamentally altered its behavior.

His structurally incompetent, dim-witted cousin suddenly began to receive massive structural backing from the clan elders. The immense stream of resources that had previously been locked to Lu Yibo’s development began to violently tilt toward that idiot’s sector.

Every single time that moronic cousin launched a petty, provocative insult at his frame, Lu Yibo found himself entirely stripped of any institutional leverage to strike back.

That absolute fool was systematically elevated for a single, unyielding biological reason: he was an Alpha, and Lu Yibo was not.

Even the high-tier academic tutors tasked with cultivating Lu Yibo’s intellect could only offer a series of heavy, helpless sighs: “If only you had been born an Alpha, everything would be perfect.”

Had Lu Yibo emerged as an Alpha, his claim to the patriarch’s mantle would have been entirely untouchable. Tragically, he was an Omega.

Practically no human mind could process that manner of vertical plunge from the absolute heavens straight into a pitch-black abyss without fracturing. Lu Yibo had executed zero errors throughout his development, yet solely because of a biological immutable matrix determined at birth, he had lost his entire life’s work to an individual who was vastly inferior to him across every single measurable metric.

It was precisely from this profound structural humiliation that Lu Yibo’s egalitarian philosophies began to take root.

He belonged to the highest tier of the aristocracy, yet he was still subjected to immense degradation based entirely on the primitive ABO hierarchy. What, then, was the reality experienced by the vast civilian population living beneath them?

Deep within the shadows, he forged an unyielding vow to systematically demolish this decaying, ancient world that still clung to the rotten structures of noble privilege.

If tracked according to standard audience expectations, this trajectory should have unfurled as a magnificent, blood-soaked tale of absolute vengeance.

However, this specific “small world” evidently demanded a morally upstanding, fundamentally benevolent protagonist. Consequently, by the conclusion of the script, the Protagonist Shou successfully reclaimed the patriarch’s throne only to offer an absolute, magnanimous blanket of forgiveness to every single entity who had ever systematically traumatized him.

A thoroughly farcical, deeply ridiculous conclusion that forced a cold sneer from Yu Mianfeng’s lips.

The canonical text brought the curtain down right at that exact juncture. The ancient aristocracy was completely dismantled, a systemic war that effectively drained the world of its entire remaining resource baseline, leaving the civilian population to reconstruct their civilization from scratch amidst the ash and ruin of a devastated world.

Yu Mianfeng possessed zero data regarding what manner of reality awaited Lu Yibo once the scripted timeline officially terminated.

If it were the actual Lu Yibo, he had personally come to know, exactly what kind of destination would he seek out for himself?

And what about his own track? The scripted villain of this narrative exactly what manner of end was he fated to greet?

As the villain, acting out the part of a clownish, despicable foil to drive the plot metrics forward and serve as a stepping stone for the protagonists’ ultimate ascent was his immutable destiny.

Yu Mianfeng lowered his eyelids, his focus anchoring back onto the physical print before him.

The text read: “The raw magnitude of a human’s psychic capacity is dictated entirely by genetic parameters established at birth; it remains fundamentally incapable of modification.”

Is destiny similarly immune to structural modification?

He was intensely curious to discover the answer.

The following morning initialized with a core theoretical lecture.

The early morning light was crisp as mass blocks of students navigated the academy corridors with hurried, disciplined strides.

The academic scheduling deployed by the Capital Academy was notoriously draconian; outside of baseline theoretical lectures, the remainder of their hours was entirely consumed by live-fire combat training matrices. After all, for the elite student body cultivated within these walls, graduation effectively yielded only three possible career trajectories: the Advanced Research Institutes, the Sovereign Parliament, or the High Command.

Navigating an institution that mirrored the rigorous, unyielding discipline of a supreme military academy meant that practically every single individual passing through the corridors was a one-in-a-million genetic prodigy. Yet, even within a sea of elite entities, there would always exist a singular individual who could effortlessly command the absolute focus of the room without uttering a single syllable.

The Yu clan’s formal adulthood gala had only extended invitations to a highly restricted fraction of the upper elite. Nonetheless, practically the entire student populace had already secured comprehensive intelligence regarding Yu Mianfeng’s sudden engagement.

He had consistently occupied the absolute apex of public focus; every single micro-action he executed was guaranteed to ignite a massive wave of intense debate among his peers.

The icy Beta had never permitted a single verified romantic rumor to attach to his name. Why on earth would he suddenly select an Omega to bind himself to via a formal engagement? Given the absolute institutional leverage of the Yu clan, he possessed zero structural requirement to seek out a strategic political marriage…

This intense cloud of suspicion reached an absolute boiling point the exact instant the student body witnessed Jiang Henggu sticking tightly to Yu Mianfeng’s side.

The dynamic connecting those two had consistently served as the absolute focal center of campus gossip.

Yu Mianfeng’s intense, deep-seated aversion to Alphas was a universally acknowledged axiom. Why, then, did he consistently maintain this bizarre, lukewarm, highly nuanced attitude exclusively toward Jiang Henggu and absolutely no one else?

In the early stages of their dynamic, back when Jiang Henggu was first subjected to the villain’s systematic bullying, a handful of students driven by a primitive, righteous disdain for aristocratic tyranny had launched a series of furious denunciations targeting Yu Mianfeng’s abuse of authority. However, they rapidly discovered a deeply confusing reality: Jiang Henggu himself appeared to be thoroughly enjoying the entire process.

Are the rest of us just some casual prop in whatever twisted roleplay you two are running?!

The operational matrix defining their interactions had consistently bordered on the utterly bizarre, completely shattering every single established behavioral framework the public attributed to Yu Mianfeng.

At one point, an anonymous student had launched a massive thread on the primary campus forum targeting Yu Mianfeng, methodically itemizing what they categorized as his “Seven Deadly Sins.” First on the ledger was Pride his absolute, freezing arrogance and complete disregard for his peers, the reality that he occupied a Beta physiology yet routinely crushed an endless sea of high-tier Alphas in combat, and his blatant deployment of clan authority to suppress opposition. The poster even noted an incident during a public arena match where a dedicated fan had stepped forward to offer passionate support, only for Yu Mianfeng to deliver a textbook straight punch directly into the individual’s face.

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The final item on the ledger was Lust. The anonymous poster behind this specific denunciation was practically vibrating with righteous fury, highlighting how Yu Mianfeng would casually initiate public combat challenges against Jiang Henggu, with a structured wager dictating that the losing party would be forced to operate as his personal pet. The man is clearly desperate to cultivate a stable of secret lovers, completely trampling over an Alpha’s biological dignity! Forcing a fellow student to act like a loyal dog at the drop of a hat the guy clearly lacks even a shred of basic moral decency.

The moment that specific thread went live, the comment section rapidly fractured into a chaotic war zone of entirely conflicting perspectives.

One faction erupted into loud cheers, declaring they had long since grown utterly sick and tired of Yu Mianfeng’s absolute, sky-high arrogance.

Another faction lapsed into a wave of deep, melancholic despair, lamenting over when Yu Mianfeng would finally deign to grant them a single glance of recognition. Why on earth did he select someone else to act as his dog instead of me?!

A third faction unleashed a torrent of explicit profanity, furiously berating the original poster for omitting a critical, disgusting context: Why don’t you mention that that self-proclaimed ‘Alpha fan’ was practically drooling like a deranged stalker while trying to forcefully seize the hand towel Yu Mianfeng had just used to wipe his sweat?! Betas and Alphas are subject to distinct physical boundaries—did your primitive brain skip basic biology lectures? Does running a vile, unhinged fantasy in your head count as ‘passionate support’ now?!

There was even an entire sub-tier of entirely unclassifiable agents muddying the waters, actively pouring high-grade fuel onto both sides of the conflict to maximize the chaos.

To make a long story short, the thread transformed into an absolute, unmitigated shouting match.

As the text blocks piled up, the core argument rapidly began to elevate into a massive ideological conflict tracking the systemic class warfare separating the civilian population and the ruling aristocracy.

Then came a stroke of absolute, chaotic genius. The original poster abruptly executed a massive, whiplash-inducing pivot, stating that given how an absolute sea of entities clearly loathed Yu Mianfeng, a Beta possessing such an utterly atrocious personality was guaranteed to remain entirely unwanted by respectable society. Therefore, if Yu Mianfeng expressed a willingness to entertain the arrangement, the poster would be willing to graciously lower his standards and tolerate operating as his husband.

Witnessing the text rapidly degrade into a bizarre, self-contradicting narrative that completely flipped its opening premise, the entire block of users who had previously marched alongside him to condemn Yu Mianfeng collectively flooded the comment section with an endless string of absolute question marks: 「?」

Prior to this specific incident, the campus forum had consistently hosted a massive variety of highly calculated, devious schemes engineered by Alphas desperate to extract Yu Mianfeng’s personal communicator frequency, but none had ever escalated into a spectacle of this scale.

A user promptly pinned a comment targeting the original poster: “Let’s be completely honest here, OP you’re actually just a deeply closeted, completely unhinged fanatic of Yu Mianfeng, aren’t you?”

Because the thread featured an absurd quantity of structural plot twists and an unparalleled level of comedic value, it triggered a massive, highly contagious wave of digital tourism across the network, snowballing into an absolute sensation. Students from entirely separate academic institutions outside the Capital Academy began systematically infiltrating the forum structure simply to marvel at the archive, thoroughly enjoying the spectacular drama.

Ultimately, entirely incapable of enduring the relentless digital harassment, the original poster executed a total deletion of the thread. Nonetheless, high-definition screenshots of the exchange had already achieved universal distribution across the broader network, coming dangerously close to trending globally on the StarNet before an elite entity deployed immense authority to forcefully suppress the data.

For a prolonged duration following that specific internet phenomenon, the student body continuously engaged in dark, whispered speculations regarding whether Yu Mianfeng truly retained a network of Alphas operating as his private lovers behind closed doors.

Yu Mianfeng possessed absolute zero knowledge regarding any of these digital developments; not a single soul on campus possessed the raw courage required to bring the topic to his face.

On a daily basis, he cleanly maintained his baseline persona as a completely expressionless, razor-sharp, untouchable Beta god completely, utterly oblivious to the reality that an entire populace of Alphas was continuously running explicit fantasies about his frame in their private thoughts.

Within his own internal calculation those entities likely harbored such a visceral, absolute loathing for his character that they actively avoided his path at all costs.

【…】

【Magnificent. Exceptional. Keep tracking that exact line of logic. In fact, it would be highly optimal if you could increase your physical distance from those individuals even further. (^^)】

The foreign entity inside his mind quietly attached its own evaluation.

Yu Mianfeng and Jiang Henggu happened to share the exact same theoretical module this morning. The instant the two crossed the threshold to enter the lecture hall side by side, a sharp, low wave of restless whispering rippled across the room.

Despite occupying a social standing that failed to even register as a legitimate third wheel in the official narrative, Jiang Henggu cleanly adopted the supreme, unbothered posture of a legal spouse. He executed a slow, sweeping glare across the entire room, forcing a massive block of peering eyes to guiltily avert their focus.

Yu Mianfeng had consistently lacked the spare interest required to entertain his posturing, remaining entirely detached from the shifting dynamics of the room.

Yet, there were entities present who had officially reached their breaking point.

A young male student a fellow high-tier Alpha abruptly launched his frame forward, cutting off their advance to anchor his body directly in front of them. His features were an absolute, messy web of highly convoluted emotions. Lowering his eyelids, he forced a deep, ragged breath through his lungs.

“Young Master Yu, exactly what manner of relationship connects you to this individual?”

He was an aristocratic scion who had been personally present during yesterday’s formal adulthood gala. After returning to his private quarters last night, he had been consumed by a bleak, torturous realization that he was fated to helplessly watch Yu Mianfeng bind himself to another entity for the rest of his days, leaving his own existence restricted to lingering darkly beneath his sheets, running desperate fantasies over the Beta’s photographs.

Then his mind had processed Yu Mianfeng’s legendary, absolute disdain for the Alpha gender, plunging his systems into a wave of profound, agonizing despair. He had woken up this morning entirely hollowed out only to cross paths with Yu Mianfeng walking in absolute, intimate proximity with a completely different Alpha.

Exactly what is the precise nature of their dynamic?

A personal pet? Or a hidden lover?

Why on earth does it have to be Jiang Henggu? Why is he the singular entity granted an exemption?

The emotional signature was heavily cloaked, yet it was instantly, sharply detected by Jiang Henggu’s highly refined Alpha biological sensors.

Tracking the challenge, Jiang Henggu lofted an eyebrow, his cadence dripping with absolute amusement as his gaze locked dead onto the younger Alpha: “A personal pet? Who can truly say… I still have to fulfill my duties and tend to our Young Master Yu’s personal requirements, so we shall be taking our leave now.”

Across the surrounding desks, every single student who had been present at yesterday’s gala displayed an incredibly complex facial expression.

The Beta trapped at the center of the gathering maintained a completely blank, unbothered expression, looking for all the world as though he had long since grown entirely numb to the reality of Alphas launching random, aggressive provocations in his path.

He had consistently lacked the capacity to decipher the underlying biological intent driving the intense gazes his admirers continuously directed at his frame.

The young Alpha looked thoroughly devastated as he hollowly turned and walked away. Yu Mianfeng didn’t dedicate a single microsecond of attention to the brief interlude.

The lecture officially initialized.

The Beta dedicated his entire cognitive capacity to carefully logging disciplined, structured notes. Seated immediately adjacent to his desk, Jiang Henggu’s visual angle was restricted to tracking the sharp, flawless profile of his jawline.

Jiang Henggu methodically calibrated his internal metrics, carefully ensuring he didn’t trigger a single disruptive action capable of irritating the youth during active study hours.

Yu Mianfeng possessed an intensely volatile, sky-high drive for absolute dominance that defied standard expectations. Despite commanding a monolithic family lineage that could easily guarantee a luxurious, unbothered existence through sheer nepotism, he consistently demanded to deploy his authentic personal capabilities to violently crush his competition and occupy the absolute apex of the rankings. Yet, completely contrasting that intense martial drive was his absolute, freezing social celibacy an operational model that looked remarkably like complete psychological asexuality, displaying a flicker of authentic engagement only when he was actively engineering a scenario to torment Jiang Henggu.

Jiang Henggu remained entirely incapable of securing a clean read on exactly what manner of thoughts were churning through Yu Mianfeng’s internal processing systems.

The immense resource baseline of the Capital Planet was sharply partitioned between the Military High Command and the ruling Aristocracy. The High Command, operating in total synchronization with the Advanced Research Institutes, maintained an absolute monopoly over advanced weaponry architectures, while the Noble Houses commanded the primary economic lifeblood of the civilization, wielding immense, unyielding leverage across the Sovereign Parliament.

The Capital Academy existed under the absolute jurisdiction of the High Command, whereas the Central Academy operated under the total dominion of the Aristocracy. To view the landscape broadly, the two factions stood in a state of absolute, unyielding geopolitical equilibrium.

The structural relationship separating the two camps had tracked through a state of intense, boiling friction for an extended duration, a reality that had only achieved a temporary, minor stabilization in recent years due to the absolute pressures of the escalating galactic border conflicts.

Current intelligence suggested that this year’s joint Academy Championship Tournament was to be co-hosted via an unprecedented structural alliance connecting both factions.

Jiang Henggu casually spun the fountain pen nestled between his fingers, his mind sliding into deep, strategic calculation.

The moment the lecture officially terminated, the instructor stepped forward to request a private technical dialogue with Yu Mianfeng. By the time the youth exited the primary lecture hall, his eyes instantly locked onto Jiang Henggu, who was leaning casually against the corridor masonry, waiting for his emergence.

The Alpha held his digital communicator in a single hand, his thumb rapidly cycling through the screen as though he was scanning an intense stream of data. The exact microsecond Yu Mianfeng closed the physical distance between them, Jiang Henggu executed a blistering, instantaneous blackout of his screen an operational maneuver that practically broadcasted an absolute state of intense guilt.

The dark, deactivated surface of the display cast a clean, mirrored reflection of Yu Mianfeng’s brilliant, sea-blue eyes.

【Your personal dog is actively archiving private data behind your back. At this exact juncture, you should present a display of immense, dark dissatisfaction. After all, you are a deeply paranoid, hyper-suspicious villain. 】

The entity inside his mind offered the recommendation with unbridled enthusiasm: 【This tracks perfectly with a mandated plot metric from the original text. 】

Yu Mianfeng delivered a perfunctory, disciplinary kick directly against Jiang Henggu’s shin.

“Just checking the campus forum. There is absolutely nothing worth inspecting inside that database merely a massive pile of incoherent nonsense,” Jiang Henggu offered, his explanation practically dripping with a desperate attempt to cover his tracks.

The immense stream of rhetoric circulating across the communicator’s forum architecture was, without a single exception, so utterly dark, wet, and predatory that it could never survive exposure to direct sunlight.

He would sooner lose his life than permit a single line of that text to reach Yu Mianfeng’s eyes.

Yu Mianfeng didn’t offer a single syllable of feedback.

His internal processing led him to assume that the database was simply populated by an endless sea of heavily subtextual, anonymous hit-pieces targeting his character. The campus forum appeared to host an immense volume of that specific output; a completely non-real-name digital network naturally operated as a premier garbage disposal for the populace to vent their unvarnished psychological toxicity.

According to the original novel’s trajectory, the Protagonist Gong was fated to deploy a highly sophisticated network of anonymous accounts to systematically manipulate public opinion, formatting a massive wave of righteous civil fury to ultimately lead the masses in violently overthrowing the feudal nobility dominating the Capital Planet. And he, the premier villain, was destined to be the absolute first high-profile sacrificial lamb tossed into the jaws of the mob to initialize the purge.

The Protagonist Gong possessed an absolute, terrifying genius for psychological warfare and public manipulation. At this exact juncture on the timeline, he was likely already deep in the trenches of initializing that digital class consciousness, hiding his authentic signature so thoroughly behind a wall of proxies that even the elite intelligence units retained by the Great Houses couldn’t locate a single trace of his digital footprint.

Yu Mianfeng possessed zero desire to read an endless compilation of strangers hurling insults at his persona; he had never once browsed the forum architecture and didn’t even possess a validated user profile. Consequently, he harbored an absolute lack of interest regarding whether Jiang Henggu was currently engineering a digital campaign to systematically ruin his reputation.

Using a tyrannical, arrogant noble like myself as the primary tactical weapon to open a bloody breach through the aristocracy’s defense lines objectively speaking, it is a highly logical strategy.

Yu Mianfeng evaluated the concept with quiet, detached rationality.

【Halt those operations instantly… if you continue down this track, you are going to lose your life. 】

The foreign voice inside his mind murmured with rare, heavy solemnity.

Yu Mianfeng represented an anomalous, highly volatile data point that had completely drifted away from the baseline behavioral constraints dictated by the original novel’s script.

The structural mandate dictated that the aristocratic villain must be thoroughly defeated by a unified civilian uprising spearheaded by the meritocratic protagonist, a trajectory that culminated in his permanent, lifelong incarceration inside a maximum-security black site.

Yet, Yu Mianfeng, possessing absolute clarity regarding every single line of that scripted fate, was currently dedicating his entire hidden operational capacity to actively accelerating the absolute success of that exact revolutionary movement.

The massive, escalating waves of civilian unrest manifesting across the planet’s underbelly were, in reality, the direct output of structural logistical chess pieces he had quietly set into motion behind the scenes a network that was intricately, inextricably bound up with the evolving operational tracks of the Protagonist Gong and Shou.

If he maintained this exact operational acceleration, the statistical reality suggested he wouldn’t survive to see the prison arc; he would likely be torn to shreds ahead of schedule in the chaotic crossfire of an early, violent riot.

「Regardless of the variable parameters, my ultimate destination remains absolute termination. Whether my consciousness is locked permanently inside a black site or violently extinguished during an operational purge makes zero practical difference to my internal systems. I would far prefer to leverage my remaining baseline to ensure my existence yields a fraction of authentic historical meaning, Yu Mianfeng processed internally.

Equality.

Not merely the basic biological re-balancing separating Alphas and Betas.

But the absolute, total erasure of the systemic chasm separating the ruling Nobles and the Civilian population.

By noon today, a highly critical, mandatory plot metric was scheduled to initialize.

The Protagonist Gong, Jiang Henggu, had been systematically embedding himself deep within various aristocratic circles, quietly serving as a premier intelligence courier for the underground civilian resistance cells. Today, he was scheduled to execute a critical data hand-off with a high-level asset, a rendezvous that the contact had anchored inside an elite, membership-only luxury restaurant.

Neither courier possessed verified data regarding the other’s physical features.

The specific asset tasked with meeting Jiang Henggu was, in reality, the blood-related younger brother of the Protagonist Shou. Despite occupying a premium position within the highest tier of the noble hierarchy, his psychological systems harbored a profound disdain for the decaying structure of their world, driving him to align completely with the civilian faction. This exact hand-off served as the absolute catalyst that would initialize the core relationship connecting the Protagonist Gong and Shou.

The baseline atmosphere dominating the capital planet was tightening at an exponential rate. Ostensibly, not a single aristocratic counter-intelligence asset would ever assume that a high-level civilian resistance vector was actively broadcasting data right beneath their noses.

However, according to the original novel’s script, Jiang Henggu was fated to encounter an immense structural obstacle during this specific operation. He was supposed to run directly into his abusive aristocratic cousin within the restaurant architecture, an encounter that would culminate in a massive, highly public degradation that would delay his movement to the point of missing the hand-off window entirely an error that would subsequently cause the underground resistance apparatus to place his profile under a cloud of intense, life-threatening suspicion.

Yu Mianfeng possessed a firm intention to guarantee the absolute success of this meeting. To cleanly clear the operational field for the Alpha’s assignment, he had simply deployed his immense personal wealth to forcefully buyout and empty the restaurant’s entire penthouse level, utilizing a highly restricted VIP security corridor to bypass standard operational surveillance entirely.

He sat across from the Alpha, calmly navigating his meal as though he was entirely detached from the universe, completely ignoring the intense wave of psychological anxiety radiating from the young man across the table.

Sharing a quiet, one-on-one private lunch like this felt remarkably, dangerously close to an authentic romantic date.

Jiang Henggu’s mind was churning through a series of chaotic loops, his grip tightening around his silver fork until his knuckles turned white.

Exactly what does he intend by this action?

Treating me precisely like a pet dog delivering a brutal, punishing slap across my face one moment, only to turn around and hand me an incredibly sweet treat the exact instant my internal systems are melting with anxiety…

This absolute, calculated oscillation between freezing detachment and sudden proximity it is an absolute form of psychological torture.

Jiang Henggu lifted his eyelids a fraction of an inch, tracking the youth’s frame. Yu Mianfeng was navigating his meal with absolute, aristocratic elegance, his every movement slow, deliberate, and perfectly composed. If a high-resolution camera captured a single frame of this scene, the composition would effortlessly match the metrics of a museum-grade masterpiece.

Perhaps Yu Mianfeng was an entity who truly belonged inside a pristine, untouchable canvas?

Whether evaluated through the lens of advanced theoretical academia or live-fire martial execution, the sheer magnitude of his capability made it look as though he occupied an entirely separate dimensional plane compared to ordinary Alphas like themselves.

The luncheon officially concluded. Yu Mianfeng gracefully set his utensils aside, rising from his seat to casually inspect the panoramic skyline clearing the tactical field entirely to grant Jiang Henggu the exact window required to slip away and execute his intelligence hand-off.

The premier attraction defining this specific establishment was the absolute architectural marvel of its penthouse gallery a massive viewing hall engineered entirely from ultra-clear structural smart-glass, creating a powerful optical illusion that the entire room was levitating in the empty stratosphere. Stepping across the glass floor plates and casting one’s gaze downward yielded a spectacular view of the dense, bustling civilian masses operating far below, a single layer of transparent composite cleanly segregating two entirely distinct universes.

Within the hyper-inflated, astronomical real estate market of the Capital Planet, anchoring an open-air panoramic exhibition gallery at this altitude was an immense logistical feat. The sheer political capital required to divert the commercial high-altitude transport transit corridors away from this airspace had demanded an immense expenditure of clan leverage.

He stood at the absolute precipice of the glass gallery.

Tracking the sprawling, hyper-luminous commercial sectors dominating the distance, he watched the civilization’s machinery turn with unceasing, rhythmic momentum.

Yu Mianfeng’s eyes tracked those countless tiny silhouettes moving through the streets.

Those individuals had never been granted a single line of data within the rigid “script” provided by his internal system, yet they constituted the absolute, non-negotiable structural foundation of the entire world’s survival.

Within a narrative architecture, outside the narrow cluster of Protagonists, Supporting Cast, and Villains, there would always exist an immense, unfathomable ocean of nameless extras entities who passed through the pages without leaving a single trace of their identity behind.

Are they, too, merely the pre-programmed outputs of a scripted timeline?

Is every single soul on this planet being systematically piloted from behind a curtain from initialization to termination?

A villain’s sole existential metric was to serve as a stepping stone to illuminate the protagonist’s greatness.

Exactly what manner of conscious entity would ever genuinely appreciate the realization that the entirety of their existence, their entire lifelong struggle, was engineered solely to validate another individual’s triumph? That their sole purpose in being born was to be violently crushed by someone else?

Had the system failed to forcefully inject that scripted data stream directly into his consciousness and demand the execution of these tasks, Yu Mianfeng would have never established a single point of convergence with Jiang Henggu.

Their lives would have tracked along two perfectly parallel lines, never once experiencing a single intersection.

He was fundamentally devoid of any innate malice, and he harbored zero authentic interest in launching arbitrary, nonsensical campaigns of harassment targeting a random student. Any legitimate expression of affection or hostility required an authentic logical foundation; he possessed zero spare cognitive capacity to waste on engineering petty drama for strangers.

These bizarre, completely irrational provocative assignments felt remarkably archaic the exact manner of braindead, logic-defying villainy one would expect from a thoroughly third-rate, cliché piece of trash fiction.

Even as these thoughts wound through his processing systems, a sudden, familiar cadence shattered the silence near his ear.

Jiang Henggu had unexpectedly failed to execute his departure. Instead, he had come sprinting back into the penthouse gallery at high speed, his finger pointing sharply toward a specific coordinate across the lower tiers as he unleashed a low, mocking sneer, his tone dripping with an absolute, passive-aggressive desire to file an official grievance.

“I just caught sight of your precious fiancé. The guy is currently down there enjoying a remarkably intimate meal with a completely different Alpha… This behavior looks exceptionally inappropriate, don’t you think?”