Bullying the Little Beauty [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Black-Hearted Little Widow in a Battle Royale (Part 1)

Linking to world. Mission Goal: Survive until the final moment.] [Mission Guidance: Pending. Host, your identity is the “Black-hearted Little Widow” who sent away the three top bosses of this survival game.

System 007’s Briefing: A global live-streamed Battle Royale. Eight hundred civilians who awakened special abilities were forced into this slaughterhouse. Everyone must kill each other; only the last two survivors can walk out and claim the massive rewards.

Host, you are a vicious antagonist in this game. You awakened a “Beauty Ability,” using your looks to play the top three rankers against each other. You coaxed them into giving you supplies, all while being a picky, pampered brat. Not only that, but you stupidly and ruthlessly killed the three men who treated you best.

To stay alive, you are now continuing to seduce others in the team, turning them into stepping stones so you can reach the end.

In short, Baby, you need to play a little villain who is bad to the bone this time.

Ning Ruan blinked. That sounded… really bad.

The youth before him had a face the size of a palm, porcelain-white and exquisite. His gorgeous features carried an innocent, bewildered charm. His lips were soft, with a beautiful “lip pearl” hidden in the center; when his mouth was slightly parted, he looked unbelievably stunning.

When he looked at someone with those watery eyes, he appeared pure yet alluring, a sight that naturally evoked a desire to cherish him.

“Caw—Caw—”

The harsh, rasping cry of crows drifted from not far away.

Within the mountain forest, there was a small team of about ten people. Every face was grim. Their squad had just lost the three top-ranked bosses of the entire Battle Royale.

In this game, everyone eventually had to kill each other, but in the early and mid-stages, most chose to form groups. The weak clung to the strong, doing chores for them to stay alive until the peace inevitably shattered.

But in their team, someone had actually killed the top three rankers during the mid-stage.

If the killer had been a powerful elite, they wouldn’t have said a word—who would dare have an opinion on who a boss decides to kill? But this person was a mere “dodder flower” (parasite). Aside from that face, he had nothing.

Ning Ruan lowered his gaze and looked at his reflection in the LCD screen of his watch. This was the smart-watch the game planners had strapped onto every survivor. Each watch displayed the survivor’s ID number.

Every night at midnight, the death toll would be announced and the point rankings updated. Killing one person earned one point, and the victim’s accumulated points would automatically transfer to the killer.

In this oppressive atmosphere, Ning Ruan’s eyelashes trembled; he had no desire to speak.

He was still shaken by the scene from earlier. Blood had splattered before his eyes; it was only because 007 had covered his eyes that he didn’t see the aftermath.

Ning Ruan had already completed the plot for the first fifteen days: gaining the bosses’ trust, making them revolve around him, feed him, and protect him—only to foolishly kill them in the end.

Even now, he was in a daze. He couldn’t believe he had actually deceived three men and murdered them while they rested.

Ding-dong!

Rankings Updated: NO.1: Ning Ruan — 321 Points NO.2: Chu Yuan — 72 Points NO.3: Jiang Qingfeng — 64 Points

Remaining Survivors: 286. In order to live.

The announcer let out a light, mocking chuckle. The voice was full of playful cynicism, like a high-and-mighty god laughing at the struggles of ants.

Everyone, please keep up the hard work. By the way, a dark and windy night is the best time for a crime. Everyone should be careful… careful not to be strangled by a fragile ‘dodder flower.’

It was obvious who the “dodder flower” was.

The team members stared warily at Ning Ruan. After a day of slaughter, everyone was exhausted, yet Ning Ruan remained the target of all eyes. Who could have guessed that someone like this had just killed three people?

Ning Ruan was beautiful, but beauty couldn’t be eaten for dinner in a survival game. Furthermore, he was a “Black Widow” who had two-timed—no, three-timed—the bosses. He had called all three of the top rankers “Husband” and acted sweet toward them.

Now that the “pampered darling” no longer had his bosses to protect him, no one was going to give him a friendly face. In their minds, they should kill Ning Ruan right now to prevent him from biting the hand that fed him later.

After glancing at Ning Ruan, some people couldn’t help but look at the man currently ranked second: Chu Yuan.

The man was twirling a knife in his hand. The small blade moved with practiced ease, as if it could slit someone’s throat at any second. He was handsome, with sharp features and an indescribable ruthless streak.

In the early stages, his name couldn’t even be found on the leaderboard. It wasn’t until the mid-stage that Chu Yuan suddenly surged, harvesting thirty “heads” in a single day. He was the dark horse of the game. Previously a lone wolf, he had unexpectedly joined Ning Ruan’s team just as everyone thought he would stay solitary.

The current Rank 2, Chu Yuan, was far more terrifying and commandingly powerful than the Rank 1, Ning Ruan.

In the darkness, Chu Yuan finally looked up, his gaze cold as ice as he stared at the “dodder flower” across from him.

Pinned by that gaze, Ning Ruan’s eyelashes fluttered involuntarily. He tried his best to suppress the urge to bolt. Terrified, he whispered to 007:

007, is Chu Yuan going to kill me? I feel like he really hates me. If I’m killed, will I fail the mission?

Ning Ruan had apparently forgotten that fifteen days ago, the top three bosses had looked at him with the exact same gaze as Chu Yuan—staring until he almost lost his mind. But those men, no matter how arrogant they were at the start, eventually became incredibly humble before him.

Having been coaxed by men for so long, being stared at with such cold eyes made Ning Ruan feel both unaccustomed and frightened.

Baby, that face of yours wasn’t grown for nothing. You will definitely survive until the end.

O-okay then. Ning Ruan was still scared, but since 007 said so, he shouldn’t act like such a coward.

Host, mission guidance is here! Right now, you are the Rank 1 Boss of the team. To establish your authority, you must arrogantly demand that the fire-ability user, Chu Yuan, start a fire to keep you warm in the dark.

Ning Ruan’s eyes wavered. He bit his rosy lip. He had to bully Chu Yuan? Chu Yuan looked so scary. He looked like he could beat Ning Ruan up twice over.

But thinking of the mission, Ning Ruan steeled himself and stood up. “You…”

He kicked the man’s hand. He hadn’t expected the man’s muscles to be so rock-hard; it felt like kicking an iron plate. Ning Ruan’s voice trembled instantly: “Get up! I’m cold. Start a fire for me.”

“Tch.”

So pampered. Was this the “treasure” those top three idiots were fighting over? To Chu Yuan, he didn’t seem like much.

However, now that those three men were dead, Ning Ruan could only be “inherited” by him. Even if he didn’t want to, there was no choice.

How useless, Chu Yuan thought. He kicks someone else and looks like he’s the one about to cry from the grievance.

Ning Ruan’s foot actually hurt from kicking the “iron plate.” Hearing Chu Yuan’s “tch” only made him angrier. Since joining the Transmigration Bureau, the atmosphere had been great; the systems were cute and gave him things to play with. After starting missions, he always had people pampering him. He hadn’t felt “wronged” in a long time.

Being treated harshly by Chu Yuan made Ning Ruan want to snap back.

“Are you getting up or not? I’m Rank 1 right now. If you don’t start a fire, believe it or not, I’ll…”

“Believe what?” Chu Yuan asked coldly, suddenly grabbing Ning Ruan’s ankle.

The slender ankle fell into Chu Yuan’s palm. It was cool to the touch, with delicate bone covered by a layer of tight, fine skin. Chu Yuan’s eyes darkened. Suddenly, his thumb grazed over Ning Ruan’s ankle bone.

It really is quite cold.

Being touched like that, Ning Ruan’s confidence instantly deflated. He even started to stutter: “W-what are you doing?”

Hearing his own non-threatening tone, Ning Ruan’s watery eyes filled with a thin mist. Chu Yuan was doing this on purpose—bullying him and making him stutter in front of everyone. Not only did it prevent him from establishing authority, it made him lose face completely.

What kind of “boss” starts stuttering just because someone rubs their ankle?!

Ning Ruan glared at him huffily.

Chu Yuan’s lips curled into a cold, mocking smirk. “You can’t even handle a little touch?”