A Charming and Cool Guy Finds Himself in a Chaotic Situation [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 9

Ke Cheng had fully calculated that the youth would fire back with a defensive rebuttal or at least show some deviation from his usual script. Instead, the boy merely cast a freezing, detached glare in his direction.

This structural dead-end left Ke Cheng somewhat frustrated, his operational drive to tease the boy hitting absolute zero. He stared fixedly at those cold, beautiful features for a long beat. His focus swept briefly, almost imperceptibly, over the slightly loosened, flushed collar of Yu Mianfeng’s shirt before he smoothly re-anchored his gaze elsewhere.

“You’re remarkably rebellious,” Ke Cheng remarked with a dry chuckle, “yet Yuan Hechu consistently registers you as a flawlessly behaved child. I find that particular data discrepancy rather fascinating.”

He took a slow drag of his cigarette. “Male homosexuality is honestly repulsive. Getting intimate with another man just thinking about it triggers a systemic rejection response. I always assumed you and I belonged to the same category.”

Ke Cheng let out a self-deprecating smirk. “Every single Alpha who ever executed a confession routine to you ended up thoroughly ruined. I highly appreciate your methodology. So why on earth did you suddenly enter an official engagement protocol with a male Omega?”

Yu Mianfeng spun on his heel, terminating the interface and walking away without offering a single word.

“Hey, my point is, this sector is highly unsafe,” Ke Cheng called out, stepping forward to intercept his trajectory. “Since you brought a companion along, ensure you monitor your glass to avoid any unauthorized sedative contamination. In fact, consume absolute zero liquids here.”

He blocked the boy’s path, sighing, “I have zero desire to handle active military duties while trying to unwind. You’re well aware of your high-tier metrics. You have an immense volume of secret admirers out there, including assets within my own department.”

Yu Mianfeng’s memory units automatically recalled his adult coming-of-age ceremony, specifically the scene where an Alpha military officer had cornered him to confess. So that wasn’t intended as a public humiliation script?

“Understood. Thanks,” he replied concisely.

Ke Cheng’s features relaxed into a genuine, highly amused smile. “Catch you later, sweetheart. Enjoy your night.”

The youth did not turn back.

The hem of the boy’s shirt was sharply tucked into his leather belt, mapping out a subtle, elegant geometry with every stride. Even though his uniform offered absolute zero skin exposure, Ke Cheng found the visual data significantly more gripping than the high-stakes, bloody underground boxing matches he usually monitored.

Are Betas genuinely this devoid of basic gender boundaries casually embedding themselves deep within a pack of Alphas?

Ke Cheng lit another cigarette, though his internal cognitive threads involuntarily drifted toward a calculation: Who exactly is the Alpha seated right next to him tonight?

This underground arena was notorious for raw, unadulterated violence a dark playground funded by an elite class of nobles who used human trauma as a source of premium entertainment.

The facility didn’t just host impoverished civilians who signed legal waivers only to expire inside the boxing ring; it also operated a massive grid of covert, illegal adult trade sectors. Although Ke Cheng despised these operations enough to actively avoid them, there was always an endless supply of consumers who craved this exact flavor profiles.

He wondered how those vile minds would decode Yu Mianfeng. An expressionless, high-and-mighty, thoroughly indifferent Beta. Would they attempt to gift him premium Omegas, or would they deploy massive, dominant Alphas to systematically seduce his system?

Ke Cheng calculated that the latter scenario was far more likely.

Yu Mianfeng belonged in a setting where he sat with his legs crossed on a dark leather sofa, his cold eyelids lowered as he looked down at his subordinates with absolute disdain. He should be wielding a heavy whip, systematically disciplining the disobedient Alphas kneeling before him, breaking their conditioning until they willingly served as his personal hounds.

And because he was a Beta, his emotional status could never be overridden or manipulated by pheromone emissions.

The high-tier pheromones of elite Alphas were, by default, their most lethal weapons when competing for a mate. But Yu Mianfeng possessed absolute immunity to such biological vectors.

Faced with an Alpha’s absolute misery, he might even display a cruel, thrilled little smile while tightening a leash around their neck.

No one could map out his volatile, hot-and-cold behavioral scripts.

If he didn’t possess such an elite family lineage backing him up, his unhinged, obsessed admirers would have violently dragged him off his pedestal long ago, locking him down inside a private estate.

Yet, even if he were broken like that, he would likely retain that exact same high-and-mighty, aristocratic demeanor, except he’d be riding top-position over a man.

Ke Cheng let out a dark laugh, noting that his private calculations were crossing into exceptionally dangerous territory.

Could Yu Mianfeng actually be a closeted homosexual?

If Yu Mianfeng ever genuinely degraded into the exact scenario his imagination had just constructed.

Yuan Hechu would undoubtedly be the very first asset to experience a complete, irreversible psychotic break.

Yu Mianfeng weighed the operational necessity of returning to the private VIP lounge.

As he calculated his options, he spotted Lu Wen’ang standing right at the threshold, his eyes actively scanning the corridor.

The moment their eyes connected, Lu Wen’ang’s features softened into a bright smile. “Brother, where did you run off to? Did you find the entertainment modules boring?”

Hearing that specific honorific slip from the mouth of a massive, heavily built Alpha felt remarkably jarring. Furthermore, despite his status as a minor, his vocal register and physical stature were entirely identical to a fully matured man, his thick arms heavily decorated with aggressive, arrogant tattoos.

Yu Mianfeng suspected the youth was operating under a corrupted script, confusing him for a biological sibling though he noted that Lu Wen’ang displayed zero clingy behavior toward his actual brother, Lu Yibo.

Is he attempting to extract long-lost familial affection from my system?

【”A biological brother doesn’t hold a candle to a sugar brother,”】 the entity residing within his consciousness chuckled darkly. 【”If you ask me, his emotional attachment toward your asset runs incredibly deep.”】

The youth lowered his eyelids, communicating internally: 「I am a verified single child. I possess zero siblings across all family branches.」

【”It’s impossible to explain these social dynamics to you… forget it.”】

The entire interface felt bizarre.

Yu Mianfeng detected the subtle anomaly, speaking coldly: “Cease using that designation.”

Lu Wen’ang arched an eyebrow, instantly switching his alpha dominance off to project a harmless, vulnerable expression: “Fine. It’s just that the microsecond our data interfaced for the first time, I felt an immense sense of destined alignment. If we were genuine brothers, wouldn’t that be incredible? I’d have the clearance to see you every single day.”

【”Heh. Classic,”】 the voice in his mind sneered.

Yu Mianfeng chose to process the statement with absolute indifference: “Thanks.”

Lu Wen’ang’s smile widened.

“Where do you want to route to next? It’s been an exceptionally long duration since I last calibrated to the Capital Planet. Perhaps we can locate some highly engaging entertainment coordinates.”

“Whatever works.”

PRIVATE SECTOR // LATE-NIGHT ADULT FEED // ANONYMOUS FORUM

【Thread Title】: Emergency broadcast for the Simp Captain. Come quick, the Princess has been intercepted and carried away by a blonde-haired Chad.

OP: Spotted a blonde Chad driving a high-performance sports car on XX Avenue. The Princess was riding shotgun in the passenger seat. That shameless blonde bastard was wearing an absolute minimum volume of clothing, blatantly flexing his muscle geometry. He actually stood in line to purchase premium ice cream for the Princess, and his physical proximity was dangerously close whenever he initiated verbal communication. Dammit, who exactly is this blonde asset?! Did one of you bastards break our non-interference pact and infiltrate the grid!??

[3L]: It’s highly evident OP hasn’t refreshed the forum index today. The moment you mentioned a ‘blonde asset,’ every single brother in this sector locked onto his exact identity.

[5L]: Who is it? The Princess’s official fiancé Omega? I’ve been offline for a few days.

[6L]: Close, but incorrect. It’s the younger biological brother of the fiancé Omega.

[8L]: Is this some kind of sick adult joke?

[9L]: Zero jokes here. And to add more fuel to the fire, both of those brothers possess identical blonde hair assets.

[12L]: I calculate with high probability that the Lu family will experience an intense civil war over sibling rivalry in the near future.

[14L]: Given the current trajectory, is that bastard going to jerk off to the image of his own future brother-in-law next?

[15L]: It’s highly possible he’s simply attempting to secure political favor with the Princess. After all, the Princess’s clan commands massive authority and financial resources.

[16L]: Would you lean in that closely if you were merely executing a standard political networking script? Do you require HD footage of them locked in a mutual lip-lock before your systems finally wake up? Hahaha.

[17L]: Man, I remember it like it was yesterday when our Simp Captain led the brotherhood to draft and execute the ‘Non-Interference Pact Regarding the Princess.’ Aside from that absolute monster surnamed Jiang whom none of us could physically overpower, absolute zero assets were permitted to approach the Princess. Now, in the blink of an eye, any random street mutt thinks they can calculate a path to the Princess… I’m tearing up here.

[19L]: You’re talking as if the Princess would actually authorize a data interface with your asset even if you did approach him.

[25L]: Is that pact still actively running? Our family’s corporate alliance has been pulling quite close to his clan recently. While our metrics still can’t match his family’s absolute tier, I could easily force a casual conversation protocol if I try harder ^_^

[26L]: Delete your account, trash.

[27L]: I have an upcoming practical combat module scheduled next week where my coordinates will be in close proximity to the Princess. When his training routine terminates, his entire frame is covered in a thin layer of sweat it’s incredibly cute. A Beta’s muscle definition isn’t overly pronounced, you see.

[28L]: There is zero necessity to broadcast your premium access here, because my jealousy metrics are spiking so hard, I am about to bite you to death.

[31L]: To the poster above, I calculate we belong to the identical department. I completely decode your data. There are intervals where the Princess’s uniform becomes thoroughly saturated with sweat, and every single pair of eyeballs in the room goes completely rigid. If that bastard surnamed Jiang didn’t station himself next to the Princess like a rabid guard dog, glaring at anyone who breaches the perimeter, the entire demographic would stare at him for a full 24-hour cycle.

[32L]: You delete your account too.

[36L]: Serious inquiry: Where the hell is our Simp Captain? His account hasn’t logged an active status update in ages. If he expired, I will automatically assume the pact has terminated.

[38L]: Good riddance to the Simp Captain. Once I successfully enter a relationship script with the Princess, I’ll ensure we burn ritual paper money for your soul every single year.

[39L]: Go locate a mirror and recalibrate your facial metrics. Stop computing impossible fantasies.

[40L]: A classic case of severe clinical delusion.

[44L]: It appears the Simp Captain has genuinely vanished from the grid. Normally, his verbal counter-attacks are deployed with the ease of a mecha firing its primary cannon, easily breaking through the defensive firewalls of the brotherhood and inflicting immense psychological trauma. He used to make me want to track his IP and initiate a real-space physical brawl.

[46L]: His data feed went entirely dark right after the Princess’s adult ceremony broadcasted the official engagement protocol.

[48L]: The fiancé Omega status was merely a rumor verified by our internal algorithms before. The exact microsecond the data was confirmed as absolute truth, a massive volume of brothers broke down into active crying protocols. My roommate spent an entire night cycle sobbing beneath his blanket while staring at the Princess’s image file.

[49L]: …Are you entirely certain ‘sobbing’ was the active physical routine he was executing under that blanket?

[51L]: Honestly, the moment the Simp Captain processed the engagement data, he probably executed a self-termination script while crying, praying his next reincarnation cycle deploys him as the Princess’s future biological child.

[53L]: Just so he can monitor the Princess executing daily intimacy routines with another man?

[54L]: Holy hell, that is thoroughly degenerate.

[56L]: A corrupted mind decodes everything as corrupted. Those of us who truly cherish the Princess belong exclusively to the Pure Romance faction.

[57L]: To the poster above, I recognize your user ID the Knight Captain. Your data populates this forum constantly. Every single time I interface with your logs, I feel a strong urge to advise you to seek clinical therapy for your ‘Knight Syndrome.’ Your level of chunibyo roleplay cracks the brotherhood up completely.

[58L]: ‘Knight’? Let’s decode his true baseline: he’s just a premium clown who failed to secure a single drop of attention from his target.

[59L]: And you aren’t?

[60L]: Oh, I absolutely am. I’m a clown too. But at least I don’t pretend to run a ‘Pure Romance’ script while executing (omitted) routines under my blanket in the dead of night. You literally opened a thread at 2:00 AM last week titled ‘We Must Guard the Eternal Purity of the Princess.’ It was highly entertaining. 2:00 AM what specific physical script had your asset just finalized while staring at his photo right before that post went live? Post-nut clarity? Little brother, were you entering another cyclical repentance routine?

[61L]: System alert: The Knight Captain’s psychological defense units have reportedly sustained critical damage.

[63L]: Let’s hope this forum doesn’t log an actual casualty report. Imagine the headline: ‘Depressed Youth Roleplaying as a Knight Leaps From a High-Rise; Investigation Traces Back to Anonymous Fanforum.’

[64L]: Initiating account deletion sequence immediately.

[65L]: Strengthen your internal processing units, people. The only way this forum ever logs a real medical miracle is if a Beta somehow triggers a pregnancy script.

[66L]: Let’s be real here. Every single asset in this forum who possessed the courage to execute a direct confession script has been systematically rejected. Those who lacked the courage to confess only dared to log into this hidden sector anyway. Why are we debating psychological endurance? If your system lacked robust defensive metrics, wouldn’t your psychological walls collapse 800 times a day just by reading the logs in this section?

[88L]: If the Simp Captain ever scans the text blocks currently populating this thread, I calculate he would personally operate a heavy forklift to dump every single one of your assets into a toxic waste landfill, leaving your corpses exposed to the sun for three consecutive days.