No Pampering the Vicious Cannon Fodder! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

“Name: Xin Rong. Affiliated with the Human Sanctuary, a healing-type harmless experimental subject.”

“Now voluntarily binding with the Vicious Cannon Fodder System. Upon completion of role-playing tasks, time and space can be reversed to seek revenge against a designated target.”

“Once the contract takes effect, you will be declared dead in the real world and your memories will be erased. Final confirmation: have you decided to sign the contract?”

A youth’s voice, clear as pure wine, rang out: “Yes.”

“Now, please write the name of your enemy on the contract.”

In almost an instant, the tip of the pen fell, and two words stained the paper. The movement was crisp and neat, without a hint of hesitation.

The receptionist routinely entered the information into the light-brain, but suddenly paused, his brow furrowing slightly.

“Huh, that’s not right…” His gaze shifted back and forth between the screen and the contract. “This person, didn’t they die long ag—”

Before the word ‘dead’ could leave his mouth, the youth abruptly looked up.

A clear and beautiful face was fully revealed—hair black as ink, skin whiter than snow. His pitch-black pupils were round and bright, yet at this moment, they were terrifyingly hollow, like two bottomless pits embedded in that overly exquisite face.

He looked exactly like a paper doll that had lost its soul.

His dull gaze dropped bit by bit, finally settling on the two large words he had written himself—

“Fu Sang.”

A ripple quietly stirred in his stagnant eyes, only to return to silence a second later.

When he spoke again, the youth’s voice was bone-chillingly cold, like a dagger dipped in poison.

“I want to kill him with my own hands.”

“Congratulations to contestant Jing Yue for advancing to the finals of tonight’s ‘Sky Cup’ fighting tournament with a record-breaking undefeated streak!”

…What was that sound?

His head hurt so much.

People were pushing and shoving from all directions, the air was sticky and cramped, and the heat was irritating.

Xin Rong instinctively took a deep breath and nearly choked on tears right then and there.

It felt as if all the foulest odors in the world had been mashed into a pot and splashed under his nose, sending his stomach into a churning mess.

Just then, a voice laced with static squeezed through the deafening roar of the crowd and drilled into his brain.

“You’re awake?”

Along with the words, a pitch-black little light ball fluttered into his field of vision.

Xin Rong stared at it blankly, his watery black eyes blinking in confusion. His nose crinkled slightly as he muttered something softly.

050 didn’t hear him clearly and leaned closer, ears perked.

“…It stinks too much.”

His tone was aggrieved, as if he had just been tossed into a dumpster to roll around in dirty water and hadn’t recovered yet.

050’s heart tightened, his conscience aching for a second.

“Ho—Host, please bear with it for a bit! You just entered, and the item mall hasn’t been unlocked yet, so I can’t give you a sensory blocker for the time being…”

This was a future interstellar ABO world, and Xin Rong happened to be an Omega, naturally suppressed by the pheromones of other genders.

Not to mention the underground arena they were currently in was located in the Lower District, surrounded by red-light districts and slums. In a place where even food and warmth were issues, who would spend money on luxury items like pheromone-blocking stickers?

It was too much suffering.

050 was an intern who had just started the job; this was his first time leading a host alone.

His mentor had said that task-takers who voluntarily came to sign contracts were mostly ruthless, hate-filled desperados. They were the easiest type to lead, finishing tasks with the swift fall of a blade.

So, the mentor had comfortably handed the host over to him and became a hands-off manager.

050 had prepared himself to welcome a fierce and malevolent person, but when he saw the youth before him, he was stunned.

He looked no more than seventeen or eighteen. His skin was as white as porcelain, and his lips were red and moist like freshly picked berries that would bleed juice with a single squeeze.

050 doubted his mechanical life on the spot.

Could… could he really do this?

But since they were already there, 050 could only bite the bullet and follow protocol. He handed over the previously signed contract as evidence while introducing the world-view and task content.

Simply put, this was a hodgepodge ABO novel mixed with tropes like true and false young masters, interstellar mechas, and imperial power struggles.

The protagonist, Jing Yue, was the biological son of Imperial Marshal Shi Yuan, but through a series of accidents, he ended up living among the commoners, scraping by by fighting black-market matches in the arena.

The role Xin Rong had to play was an inconspicuous Omega in this world who had harbored a secret crush on the Marshal’s son, Shi Xingyao, since childhood. He had traveled thousands of miles to the Capital Star just to confess his love.

Unfortunately, his timing was terrible. Shi Xingyao had just been rejected by an Omega junior he liked—and that junior was dead-set on the true young master, Jing Yue.

To win his crush’s favor, Xin Rong decided to go find trouble for the true young master.

“Your first task is to drug the protagonist to make him miss tonight’s match. Here, this is our latest ‘One-Sniff-and-Faint Powder.’ It’s colorless and odorless, one touch and they’re out. It’s absolutely effective… Ho—Host?”

As 050 rambled on, he realized there was no movement from the other side.

He saw Xin Rong bowing his head, his thin eyebrows furrowed as he bit his lip. His slender, fair fingertips were lightly pinching the contract as if he were stuck on something.

050’s heart skipped a beat.

He couldn’t be… getting cold feet, right?

He quickly recalled the talking points his mentor taught him: “Host, set your mind at ease! Our Vicious Cannon Fodder System is a positive-energy system that punishes evil and promotes good. Our goal is to stimulate the protagonist to counterattack in desperate situations and reach the peak!”

“Think about it, if you didn’t stir up trouble, how would the true and false young masters ever cross paths? How would the gears of fate turn? So, your role is crucial, Host—”

Before he could finish, Xin Rong suddenly stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and started walking out.

050 hurriedly fluttered his wings to catch up.

“And your ending is miserable! You’ll be exiled to a garbage planet by the protagonist, where an invading insect tide will tear you to pieces until not even your bones are left! How’s that? Positive enough, right! Host, Host, wait! Where are you going?”

Xin Rong tilted his head slightly, his eyelashes curving, his eyes full of confusion: “To do the task.”

“Huh?”

The youth spoke in a soft, sweet voice, the end of his sentence carrying a lazy lilt: “The protagonist just left through the back door, didn’t you see?”

050: “…”

It had been so busy pouring chicken soup for the soul that it hadn’t noticed where the protagonist went!

Besides, usually, when a new host traveled over, they would spend time agonizing and hesitating, asking “Why should I trust you?” or “Is this a scam?” ten times over. How was this one able to enter the state so seamlessly?

“It should be most convenient to drug him while he’s eating, right?”

“I… I guess so…”

“Then let’s go,” Xin Rong said, a hint of pure, harmless laughter surfacing in his eyes as he casually stroked 050’s round body. “Little Coal Ball.”

Ten minutes later, one person and one ball stood before a dilapidated large truck, both stunned.

A few rust-stained iron barrels stood by the roadside, supporting a folding table with peeling paint. A few battered small stools were scattered around.

And the person currently sitting at the table was the protagonist of this world—Jing Yue.

By now, he had taken off his heavy metal fighting suit. His helmet rested by the table, and he was focused on eating with his head down.

“Little Coal Ball,” Xin Rong asked with crinkled nose and total sincerity, “does the protagonist usually eat trash?”

“…It’s not trash, Host. That’s a mobile food truck, they’re very common in the Lower District.” then he added weakly, “Also, my name is 050, not Little Coal Ball…”

Xin Rong curled his lip and walked toward the table with an air of grandiosity.

“Wait!” 050 flew up in a fright to stop him. “Host, what are you doing?”

“Drugging him.”

Xin Rong looked innocent, as if he completely didn’t understand why the system was making a fuss.

050 practically wanted to facepalm: “You can’t, Host! You’re being so blatant, what if you’re caught?”

Xin Rong tilted his head slightly, thought seriously for two seconds, and gave a lazy curl of his lips.

“If I’m not caught, where’s the fun in that?”

“…”

050 suddenly felt a chill down its back.

In its moment of distraction, the host had already put his hands behind his back and sauntered over to the protagonist.

“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?” The youth’s voice was soft and waxy.

Hearing the voice, the man didn’t even bother to move his head, only lifting his eyelids.

A few strands of hair, messy from the helmet, hung over his forehead, the tips still stained with undried blood. The exhaustion and wretchedness on his face were fully exposed, yet even so, they couldn’t hide the sharpness and handsomeness of his features.

His lead-gray eyes were bloodshot, still retaining the killing intent brought from the arena.

The moment their eyes met, Xin Rong instinctively felt a shiver in his heart.

…So scary.

Fortunately, the other party said nothing, only giving a faint shake of his head.

Xin Rong breathed a sigh of relief. He briskly pulled out the small stool, sat down with a thud, and gripped the edge of the table with two fingers, boredly tapping the surface while his eyes darted around.

His gaze quickly landed on the bowl of stuff in front of Jing Yue. Instantly interested, he stretched his neck to peer over.

“What are you eating—”

Before he could finish, his nose unexpectedly slammed into a wall, causing pain that made tears well up in his eyes.

When he opened them again, Jing Yue had already picked up his meal tray and helmet, moving to the other end of the table with a cold expression.

“What is the meaning of this!”

Xin Rong covered his nose, complaining huffily.

050 stepped forward in concern: “Host, are you okay?”

Xin Rong’s skin was naturally delicate; his nose had turned a large shade of red from the impact. He muttered aggrievedly, “If you didn’t want me to sit here, you should have just said so. Who waits until someone sits down to run away with their plate? That’s so disrespectful!”

050 felt sweating: “Host, we are indeed not people who deserve respect.”

“But I haven’t started doing bad things yet.” Xin Rong flattened his lips softly, looking perfectly justified. “Why is he being mean to me?”

“Uh…” 050 was at a loss for words and quickly changed the subject. “This Protagonist Jing really does have a bit of a bad temper. He’s currently at the lowest point of his life. He was originally the top student at the military preparatory school, guaranteed a spot at the Imperial First Military Academy, but he was diagnosed with a congenital disability right before enrollment. His dreams are shattered, can he not be irritable?”

Is that so…

Xin Rong clicked his tongue.

That was indeed quite miserable.

But speaking of which… disability?

He looked Jing Yue over.

He had hands, legs, and a head. His features were straight, and his limbs were intact.

This didn’t look like a disability?

Besides, if he really were disabled, how could he remain undefeated in the arena?

Before completing the first task, Xin Rong couldn’t unlock the full plot, so he could only rely on his eyes, trying to dig some clues out of the protagonist.

Jing Yue lowered his head again. There were only a few dry pieces of beef in the bowl; the rest was all protein supplement, looking completely tasteless.

No wonder he was eating so slowly.

His gaze inadvertently moved up the man’s arm, and Xin Rong’s eyes suddenly widened.

Only then did he realize that he was eating slowly not because the food was bad.

He saw a dark, blotchy stain soaking through the right shoulder of his jacket—clearly blood.

He was wearing a jacket that wasn’t thin, yet it was soaked through with fresh blood. One could see the injury was not light.

Jing Yue himself sensed something was wrong. He coldly took off his jacket, revealing the blood-stained bandages underneath.

He stared at the wound for a while, reaching out to adjust the bandage. The moment his fingertip touched the wound, his brow furrowed in pain.

A moment later, as if resigning to fate, he sighed and threw the jacket back over his shoulder. Acting as if nothing were wrong, he picked up a cup and tilted his head back, gulping down a large mouthful of pale yellow liquid.

Witnessing all this, Xin Rong’s eyes grew round as saucers.

…What was this person doing?

Injured like that and still drinking?!

Not to mention that eyesore of a bandaging technique—the gauze was wrinkled and the edges were turning black. It was clear he hadn’t disinfected it properly; there might even be metal shards left inside.

It was a perfect petri dish for bacteria.

A thought popped into Xin Rong’s head.

Could this person’s disability… be in his brain?

“Little Coal Ball,” Xin Rong asked in all seriousness, “does the protagonist have an intellectual disability?”

050 couldn’t keep up with Xin Rong’s train of thought at all: “…Huh?”

Just then, the suspected intellectually disabled gentleman suddenly stood up and walked toward the truck.

From a distance, Xin Rong heard him tell the owner: “Going to the restroom. Keep my cup for me.”

Xin Rong’s heart lit up.

The opportunity had come!

Watching the man walk away, he quickly scanned the surroundings. After confirming no one was watching, he swiftly poured the “One-Sniff-and-Faint Powder” into the helmet, then sat back in his original spot.

Victory was in sight, 050 was overjoyed: “That’s great, Host! When he comes back and puts on the helmet, the task will be complete!”

But as the minutes ticked by, Jing Yue was nowhere to be seen.

Xin Rong started to feel suspicious: Could he have fallen into a pit?

If he really were intellectually disabled, it wasn’t impossible…

Ten minutes later, unable to restrain himself any longer, he decided to go check for himself.

The public restroom wasn’t far from the food truck; one just had to go around a dim alleyway.

The entrance to the alley was lit with a dim yellow light, and there was no one in sight.

Just as Xin Rong poked his head in to look, he was caught off guard by a broad, rough palm covering his mouth.

Before he could see who it was, he was slammed against a tree trunk by a tyrannical force.

“Haven’t you looked at me long enough?”

The low, cold voice was like a blade grazing his neck. Xin Rong’s whole body shuddered, every hair on his body standing on end.

He instinctively struggled, but he was pinned down so firmly he couldn’t move at all.

“You haven’t even grown all your hair yet and you’re already learning to drug people.” Jing Yue leaned down, his breath carrying a thin heat, puffing into his ear from a close distance. “Who sent you?”

Xin Rong’s brow furrowed slightly, and he forced a few words from his throat: “…Don’t use force.”

“Hmm?” Jing Yue let out a cold sneer, the corner of his lips curling chillingly. “Afraid of pain?”

As he spoke, the force in his hand tightened rather than loosened.

“How about now?”

Xin Rong sucked in a breath of cold air, the corners of his watery eyes welling with a thin layer of tears.

“…Don’t use force anymore.” the voice, as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, continued tremblingly. “It’s… it’s bleeding…”

050 was pacing in a panic on the side: “Host, just shut up! Saying these soft words will only provoke him!!”

“Even if you’re lying, you should have some common sense.” Jing Yue sneered, raising his other hand. “If I choke your neck, you’ll only stop breathing.”

“Only when I gouge these things out,” his calloused fingers brushed past Xin Rong’s reddened eye corners, “will you bleed.”

“Who… who’s lying to you…”

Xin Rong was panting heavily, his gaze scattered from lack of oxygen, yet he hung on by a thread to finish his sentence hoarsely.

“Your shoulder… is bleeding a lot.”

“It’s going to hurt…”

The entire ball of 050 froze: “Wait, Host, what are you talking about!!”

But at that moment, Jing Yue’s movements paused. His killing intent seemed to be snapped off by someone, and his eyes suddenly went blank for a heartbeat.

Dazed, he looked down at his own shoulder.

Fresh blood was gushing out, piercingly red.

As if he had crashed, he froze on the spot, his arm dropping soundlessly. For a long time, there was no reaction.

In that lightning-fast moment, Xin Rong felt a jolt of energy. Taking advantage of the situation, he flipped his wrist, shook the last bit of powder out of his pocket, and covered Jing Yue’s mouth and nose.

Jing Yue’s eyes swam, his vision blurring rapidly.

Before his consciousness completely dispersed, the last thing he heard in his ear was a soft, sticky voice, laced with a hint of reproach—it was unclear if it was acting spoiled or accusing him.

“I already told you not to use force, why wouldn’t you listen…”

“Now look, you’re bleeding so much… what a hassle.”