[Quick Transmigration] I Cried After Scumming the Little Puppy - Chapter 1

When the nosebleed soaked through her clothes and refused to stop, Fang Yu didn’t panic. She simply changed into a clean T-shirt and calmly hailed a taxi to the hospital.

During the ride, blood surged again, ruining her white shirt. With dark red stains blooming across her chest, she looked less like a patient and more like a victim fleeing a gruesome crime scene. By the time she reached the hospital entrance, she was the center of attention.

“The cancer cells have metastasized to 75% of your body. Given your condition, I wouldn’t recommend chemotherapy.”

“You’ve lost this much weight without ever thinking to come in for a check-up?”

The doctor’s words hit Fang Yu like a heavy club. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine she’d have liver cancer and terminal at that. Beyond help, beyond hope.

She felt a surge of indignation, but what good was that? Even in this era, medical science had its limits.

“Doctor,” she asked softly, “how much time do I have left?”

“No more than three months.”

Three months. Even shorter than she’d feared.

Suppressing the bitterness rising in her chest, Fang Yu forced a smile. “I understand. If you could just prescribe me some hemostatic and painkillers, I’d appreciate it.”

Seeing her so composed, even the doctor who was well-acquainted with life and death felt a sting in his nose. She was simply too calm.

After collecting a three-month supply of medication, Fang Yu went to the bank to check her balance. Five million dollars. She had the teller consolidate everything onto a single card for convenience. The doctor had warned her about late-stage complications, including memory loss. It would be much easier to remember one PIN than five.

Fang Yu was a second-generation socialite. She had an older brother, Fang Xian, though their relationship was the “casual acquaintance” type, they’d chat and exchange pleasantries, but they didn’t live in each other’s pockets.

Her father was a total “daughter-con” who supported her in everything. When she said she had no interest in managing the family business, her father dumped the entire workload onto her brother. His will was even drafted according to her wishes: liquid assets for the daughter, the grueling corporate empire for the son.

As Fang Yu put it: “If you give me the company, I’ll just bankrupt it. Leave the heavy lifting to Brother.”

Consequently, even with a terminal diagnosis, she had no intention of telling him. Fang Xian had married his sweetheart two years ago, and they were still in the “honey-sweet” phase of marital bliss. Fang Yu didn’t want to ruin their happiness.

As she flipped through a world map to plan her final tour, a voice blared from the television at a most inconvenient moment: “Spring is here, the season of rebirth, when animals begin to mate.”

Fang Yu shivered. For some reason, the Brazilian rainforest sounded like a good idea. Why not make that the first stop? She immediately had her assistant book a flight.

While packing, Fang Xian called. His first words were: “What are you doing going to Brazil?”

“Traveling,” Fang Yu replied, pinning the phone between her ear and shoulder while folding clothes. She wondered how he’d found out so fast, it hadn’t even been an hour since she’d told her secretary!

“For how long?”

“Two or three months. I want to travel around the world.”

“Why the sudden urge?”

“I just want to have some fun!” Fang Yu replied with a deliberate air of spoiled stubbornness, making it clear she wasn’t going to explain herself.

Fang Xian didn’t push it; he knew his sister’s temperament. He moved straight to the point: “You went to the hospital today. Are you alright?”

“Brother! Are you psychic or something?” Fang Yu cried out in mock alarm.

Hearing her joke around, Fang Xian relaxed. “It’s not that I’m psychic; it’s that information travels fast on the internet.”

“Fine, I won’t bother you. It’ll be good for you to clear your head.”

Once the call ended, Fang Yu searched the web and immediately found the source of the leak. Someone had snapped a photo of her covered in blood at the hospital entrance and posted it with a clickbait headline: [Woman Rushes into Hospital Covered in Blood! You Won’t Believe Why.]

Fang Yu’s teeth itched with annoyance. As her anger flared, her vision suddenly blurred, and she nearly collapsed. She gripped the table to steady herself, recalling the doctor’s warning: avoid intense emotions, or the tumor will worsen.

Taking a deep breath, she began to chant scriptures in her head—Buddhist, Taoist, anything to find her Zen. Peace and quiet. Peace and quiet.

On the flight from Shanghai to Rio de Janeiro, Fang Yu leaned back and drifted into a nap. She was jolted awake by violent turbulence.

She wasn’t the only one; the entire cabin was awake and confused.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Flight KS-284 has encountered powerful atmospheric currents. We are investigating. Please remain calm.”

Ten minutes later, another announcement: “We have identified the cause. A powerful tornado has formed to the southeast, affecting our flight path.”

Children began to wail as parents tried to soothe them. In an instant, the cabin became a chaotic den of anxiety.

“Unable to divert course. The captain is searching for an emergency landing site.”

“No safe landing sites available.”

“The aircraft will ditch in the ocean in fifteen minutes.”

“Tail fin has broken off. Sustained flight is no longer possible.”

As the grim reports kept coming, the adults began to sob along with the children.

“We were on our honeymoon, why is this happening?”

“I’m so sorry, honey. I should have listened to you and gone to the Maldives.”

Fang Yu felt even worse. She had planned to donate all her remaining money after her trip. Now, she wouldn’t even get to see the world, let alone decide where her fortune went.

The countdown for everyone on board had begun. First came sparks in the rear cabin, then the doors blew out. Shrapnel sliced through skin and eyes. Finally, the aircraft disintegrated.

As she sank toward the ocean floor amidst the wreckage, a silent scream erupted in her heart.

I don’t want to die!! I really don’t want to die!

Ding.

A mysterious light gathered in the dark water. It was no larger than a human palm, yet it miraculously supported her body, stopping her descent.

[Do you wish to live?] a voice echoed in her mind.

Fang Yu blurted out, “Of course I do!” She still had three months of life left and a mountain of cash to spend. She wasn’t about to become fish food.

[If you enter a contract with me, I can save your life.]

A contract? Fang Yu was puzzled. Though she didn’t speak aloud, the voice pierced through her thoughts.

[I am Yandere Reformation System No. 018. To contract is to bind with me as my Host. If you successfully complete your missions, I can return you to your world and reward you with a healthy body.]

“A healthy body? For real?” That was exactly what she needed most.

[Indeed.]

“Bind me then! Hurry!” Fang Yu was practically vibrating with impatience to start.

The System was slightly taken aback. In its entire career, it had never met a Host as decisive as Fang Yu. She hadn’t even asked what the missions were. Under her urging, the binding was completed.

“Hey, 018, what’s the job?” Fang Yu asked, her tone already overly familiar.

System: Host, your role is that of a “Scumbag Top.” You must enter various worlds and successfully reform the heroines you once mistreated, making them fall in love with you again.

Well, that sounds easy enough!

Fang Yu rolled her eyes. She had a feeling she had just boarded a pirate ship with no way off. And “reforming heroines”? She arched an eyebrow. Did the System pick her because it knew she was naturally “crooked” (gay) to begin with?

[Host.]

“Never mind. Send me in.”

[I love a Host with initiative!] the System chirped, offering a bit of flattery.