No Pampering the Vicious Cannon Fodder! [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

The next day, the combat section of the Star Net anonymous forum exploded.

A shocking upset occurred in the Heavenly Vault Cup fighting tournament grand final. The number one seed, Jing Yue, was absent without reason. Many spectators who had bought tickets specifically for him were stood up, and countless gamblers lost everything.

The forum was a chaotic mess of curses, suspicions, and conspiracy theories. Some people even blocked the entrance to the arena, forcing the organizers to give an explanation.

A fighting match never just involves victory or defeat; it is a secret war involving an entire chain of interests.

According to the original plot, Jing Yue would become a sacrificial lamb in this game of capital. He would lose his job and be forced to gamble everything, sinking deeper into the abyss…

However, that was a story for later.

For now, Xin Rong still had some finishing work to do.

He saved screenshots of the most heated discussions on the forum, preparing to go to Shi Xingyao to claim credit. But before he could act, Shi Xingyao sent someone to call him to a private club first.

The place was a blur of neon lights and choking cigarette smoke. As soon as he stepped in, Xin Rong felt his head throb from the fumes.

He sidestepped past the drunken playboys filling the floor, weaving through the clamor to the innermost room. Finally, in the center of a surrounding crowd, he saw the legendary son of the Empire’s Marshal—Shi Xingyao.

The man was leaning lazily back in a sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, looking reckless and cynical. The smoke nearly made Xin Rong cough on the spot; he could only force a smile and hastily hand over the task report.

Shi Xingyao was quite impressed by Xin Rong’s efficiency. Learning that he had come specifically from a fringe planet to the Capital Star to test into the Imperial First Military Academy, Shi Xingyao waved his hand and made a blunt promise: after the new semester started, he would arrange for him to be a transfer student in the preparatory school.

“I’m letting you go, but not for free.” Shi Xingyao curled his lips meaningfully. “In your class, there will be a student named Qiu Han. You… keep a close eye on him for me.”

“Okay.” Xin Rong answered instantly.

Shi Xingyao’s corner of the mouth twitched, a hint of suspicion flashing in his eyes: “You’re not even curious about who he is?”

In truth, Xin Rong didn’t have the slightest interest in asking more; he just wanted to finish the job and leave.

Besides, having read the plot outline, he was perfectly clear on the details.

Qiu Han—wasn’t that the Omega junior who ungratefully rejected Shi Xingyao and was stubbornly infatuated with Jing Yue?

Xin Rong remained calm on the surface, a smile on his lips and a respectful posture: “I will do exactly as Young Master Shi commands.”

This attitude actually gave Shi Xingyao a pause.

He stared at the frail youth before him. For some reason, he felt this person was somewhat different from the one who had confessed to him a few days ago.

The surface was still respectful, but the expression felt like he was just going through the motions. His mind wasn’t on it at all, giving off an indescribable sense of weirdness.

Shi Xingyao cleared his throat and asked as if casually: “By the way, didn’t you say that day that you had a gift for me?”

Xin Rong blinked: “What?”

“I remember it was a necklace.” Shi Xingyao arched an eyebrow.

Xin Rong’s expression froze. He immediately reached into his pocket out of instinct.

Empty.

Frowning, he searched thoroughly again.

Still empty.

The necklace… was gone?

He stared blankly for a moment. Seeing that Shi Xingyao was still waiting, he forced himself to stay calm and replied: “My apologies, I forgot to bring it today.”

Shi Xingyao let out a dissatisfied hum but didn’t press further, just shrugging: “…Forget it then.”

Leaving the club, 050 popped out excitedly, announcing cheerfully: “Congratulations Host! The follow-up mission is settled. You’ve successfully infiltrated the fake young master’s little clique! It’ll be much easier to bully the protagonist from now on!”

Xin Rong didn’t respond. He lowered his head in thought for a while before suddenly speaking: “Little coal ball, if a mission item is lost, are there any consequences?”

“Well, if it’s an unused item, you have to pay out of your own pocket to buy it again. But if it’s already been used, then it doesn’t matter. Things that don’t belong to this world disappear automatically after the mission ends.”

Xin Rong pressed: “Generally, how long does it take to disappear?”

“That’s hard to say. It depends on the system’s refresh time. It could be an hour, or it could be several days. Why, are you worried about that necklace?”

Xin Rong didn’t say a word.

050 comforted him: “Don’t think too much. According to the plot, Shi Xingyao wasn’t going to accept your necklace anyway. Now that the mission is done, there’s no use keeping it. Maybe it disappeared automatically.”

Xin Rong thought that made sense. Suppressing the slight, unidentifiable unease in his heart, he asked again: “When is the next mission?”

“We have to wait until the weekend. Host, take a good rest these next few days!”

Jing Yue woke up at noon.

A violent, dense headache swept over him, nearly drowning him.

Just as he pried his eyelids open, the piercing sunlight made him instinctively want to close his eyes. But in the next second, the sight that suddenly met his eyes made him freeze instantly.

Above him was a giant mirror embedded in the ceiling, reflecting his current sleeping posture in full view.

…And beneath him was a set of gaudy peach-pink velvet bedsheets that were almost blindingly bright.

He practically launched himself off the bed.

He quickly scanned the surroundings—the garish sheets, the strangely colored spotlights, the sickly sweet fragrance in the air that was nauseating… a red iron cage in the corner, candles and handcuffs on the nightstand, and colorful little cards scattered all over the floor that one didn’t even need to look at to know the content of…

Without a doubt, this was a love hotel.

Memories flooded back like a tide—

The dark alleyway, the figure suddenly approaching, the hand reaching toward him, and the ensuing dizziness…

Rage instantly exploded in his chest.

Jing Yue whipped the blanket aside, flipped out of bed, rushed downstairs in a few steps, and went straight to the front desk.

“Check the room records for last night, please.”

“Awake so early?” The receptionist was a thin young Omega, wearing an ambiguous and punchable smirk. “Looks like you didn’t play hard enough last night.”

“Room records,” Jing Yue urged, his patience thinning.

“What’s the rush, handsome? It’s not like I won’t let you check.” the receptionist slowly turned the screen around and shook it at him. “Here, this one.”

Jing Yue stared at the empty record. Aside from the date, there was nothing.

“The name?”

The receptionist’s smile became even more meaningful: “What, still want more? Thinking of a second round?”

“Cut the crap.” Jing Yue’s voice carried an unquestionable pressure.

The receptionist shrugged, looking innocent: “There really isn’t one.”

Jing Yue frowned: “You don’t register guests upon check-in?”

“Handsome, do we look like that kind of ‘proper’ hotel to you?”

Jing Yue was speechless. His fists clenched at his sides. He took a deep breath: “What time was the room opened?”

“Around seven or eight.”

Jing Yue’s gaze sharpened: “You remember it that clearly?”

“Trust me, if you saw a dainty little Omega carrying a man a head taller than him walking in, you’d find it hard to forget, too.”

Having said that, the receptionist leaned closer toward him, lowering his voice mysteriously: “And it was a princess carry.”

Jing Yue froze, his eyes darkening: “What nonsense are you talking?”

“The whole lobby saw it. Why would I lie? Your bedmate was quite impatient; he urged me to open the room as soon as he stepped in, rambling about ‘can’t hold on much longer.’ Tsk tsk, such a beautiful and proactive Omega… Handsome, you’re eating quite well.”

Jing Yue felt as if he’d been struck by lightning.

That Omega from yesterday?

He could princess carry him?

For a moment, he couldn’t distinguish which was more humiliating: being drugged or being princess carried into a love hotel by a thin-limbed Omega.

“But why did he run away in the middle of the night? Buddy, it couldn’t be that you… can’t perform, right?”

Jing Yue’s face changed instantly. His expression became predatory and ruthless, making the receptionist flinch and quickly pile back on that frivolous smile.

“Just kidding, just kidding. Don’t be so fierce, handsome. You’re so hot, how can you not take a joke…”

Foul words kept drilling into his ears. Jing Yue frowned, shook his head, and turned to leave.

Just then, another receptionist poked their head out and said in a not-so-low voice: “Stop being boy-crazy. Can’t you tell? This guy has no glands…”

Jing Yue’s footsteps halted.

“Really? He’s so handsome and his body is so top-tier, I thought he was a top Alpha.”

“Otherwise why would his bedmate slip away in the night? This guy is basically a cripple—”

Before the words were finished, Jing Yue had already turned around.

In a few strides, he reached the front desk. He violently kicked over the counter, sending items crashing everywhere. He grabbed the man by his collar and roughly hoisted him up.

“You seem to have done a lot of research on ‘cripples’?”

The man’s face turned deathly pale, his limbs struggling frantically: “No… I don’t…”

Jing Yue’s grip tightened, his knuckles cracking. The man immediately screamed in pain.

“Big brother! I really know I was wrong! Big brother, spare me!”

Then he threw the man back against the counter, rubbed his wrist, and turned to leave.

Before exiting, he dropped a cold sentence.

“Then experience it for yourself.”

After returning to the hotel room, Jing Yue turned on his phone.

Unread messages were piled up like a mountain—the arena owner, sponsors, his manager… as expected, things had already turned into a mess.

He rushed into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and plunged his head into cold water.

The mirror reflected a face with a locked brow, hostility churning in his eyes.

How he wished he could dig three feet into the ground to hunt down that audacious Omega.

He wanted to personally gouge out those eyes and crush his fingers one by one.

This time, he would not hesitate for even a split second.

But in this vast Capital Star, trying to find someone whose name he didn’t even know was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

He wouldn’t mind spending a lifetime tracking him down, but there were so many people at the arena waiting for him to give an account…

Jing Yue had to temporarily suppress his rage and swallow his pride. He washed the heat from his face, preparing to rush to the arena.

Perhaps because he had used too much force when hitting that person earlier, the wound on his shoulder was aggravated. He reached out to adjust the bandage, but his movements suddenly stopped.

The knot in the bandage was tied neatly and meticulously finished. It was clearly not the messy wrap he had done himself before.

Someone had… re-bandaged him?

Was it… that Omega?

The memory of the alleyway last night suddenly surfaced—the way that person’s eyes were full of worry when they saw his shoulder bleeding…

It felt like his heart had been lightly flicked by something. He irritably shook his head and splashed more cold water on his face. The freezing sensation sliding over his skin barely managed to suppress that strange palpitation.

Collecting his thoughts, Jing Yue turned to leave the bathroom.

Suddenly, a soft sound came from under his feet.

Looking down, a pink heart-shaped box was lying on the floor.

Wrapped in satin with a carefully tied ribbon, it looked like the innocent masterpiece of some lovestruck kid. In this flashy and tawdry room, it was exceptionally eye-catching.

Jing Yue frowned, leaned over to pick it up, and opened the lid.

Inside was a necklace. Hanging from the end was a black gemstone, dark and translucent, looking like a night sky studded with stars.

Even if he knew nothing about jewelry, he could tell from the luster of the stone that it was worth a fortune.

And below the gemstone, a string of numbers was engraved.

3084.04.23.

Jing Yue’s heart skipped a beat.

His birthday.

This was… for him?

Just then, he saw a slip of paper tucked at the bottom of the box, so he pulled it out.

A thin sheet, folded neatly into a square. The delicate and beautiful handwriting leaped into his eyes, every stroke carrying a cautious tenderness.

“My admiration for you has continued until now. Even if you never know my name, I am like a devout believer, always looking forward to every encounter with you. The mining date engraved on the Star Brilliance stone necklace is the same day as your birthday. May you always be as dazzling as this gemstone, and my heart shall remain as eternal as the jewel.

With love,

Xin Rong.”