Quick Transmigration: I Got Too Far And Was Surrounded By A Bunch Of Crazy Perverts - Chapter 1

[Transmigration, Dual Purity, Not Overpowered, Melodramatic. A silly, straight man who pretends to be a “green tea” subordinate vs. The Big Boss (Multiple Versions)]

The rain was pouring down. The scent of bloody, muddy soil and rotting leaves rushed straight into his nostrils.

The young man kneeling in the mud was trembling. Rain poured down from above, washing blood from his matted hair down his face. He blinked, his fine, dense eyelashes soaked through.

At this moment, a cold, hard object was pressed against his temple.

Miao Yang had just woken up and felt excruciating pain, but before he could think, a sharp alarm rang in his head.

【Life force is about to reach zero! Life force is about to reach zero! Life force is about to reach zero!】 【Danger! Danger! Danger!】

Damn it!

Miao Yang cursed silently.

He struggled to open his eyes, seeing only darkness and a few points of light. It took a long time to make out his surroundings. He was in a deep, dark forest, and someone was digging a large pit beside where he knelt.

Information that did not belong to him flooded his brain.

Before he could process these memories, a heavy, violent blow landed on his head with a bang.

“Ah…”

After a miserable cry, Miao Yang collapsed into the mud, feeling as if he were dying.

“To think this little mongrel could still climb back up.” The voice behind him was icy, like a sticky, venomous snake hissing against his scalp.

Miao Yang struggled to turn his head and saw a pair of long legs first.

Damn, he is so tall.

Looking further up, his blurred vision revealed a handsome man of mixed heritage. Suddenly, the man raised his leg.

Holy sht.*

Miao Yang covered his head and shouted, “Wait!”

His desperate voice was weak, but it was audible through the pouring rain. The man’s expression was sinister; his foot, poised to kick, paused as his leather boot landed on the ground. He wore a transparent raincoat, with raindrops sliding off it and leaving behind stained water marks.

Several men digging the pit nearby were wearing headlamps. In the pitch-black night, there was a small amount of light.

The man lowered his eyes, staring viciously at the person lying on the ground. Half-dead, with half of his face covered by soaked hair, only a pair of eyes flickered under the glow of the headlamps.

The youth struggled to crawl up to the man and suddenly hugged his thigh.

The man did not avoid him, instead lowering his head with interest, looking down at the little wretch as if bestowing a favor.

Miao Yang looked up. The rain washed away the bloodstains and the strands of hair sticking to his cheeks, revealing a fair, handsome face. He was not even twenty years old; his face still carried the callowness and innocence of youth. He truly had a fine appearance.

Being so battered and lowly ironically catered to the mixed-race man’s aesthetic. The shattered, bloody, pathetic expression and the trembling body stimulated the senses. Shi Lan liked men, especially those who looked both delicate and pitiful.

Unfortunately, this one was not a quiet type.

Miao Yang’s T-shirt was in tatters, barely hanging on his body. As the rain washed the mud from his skin, several red, swollen patches were visible on his pale complexion. He clung tightly to the man’s thigh, his chest pressed against Shi Lan’s knee.

He rubbed against the man’s knee in a way he was completely unaware of.

However, Shi Lan’s eyes narrowed. Even though he felt nothing specific, his nerves tingled as if electrocuted. He squatted down, reached out, and patted Miao Yang’s face—making a loud slapping sound. “Wait for what?”

Miao Yang grabbed the man’s trousers tightly, his teeth chattering, but shouted, “Big Brother, I am not a spy! I am just a gay man!”

Shi Lan raised an eyebrow and pinched his cheek. “Oh?”

While receiving information from System 168, Miao Yang shivered and said, “I was just trying to seduce the boss. I did not hear anything. I am being framed, Big Brother!”

Yes, Miao Yang was a small, expendable spy. He had not even started his mission when he accidentally overheard the bosses talking and received his death sentence. Now, he was in the middle of being executed. The one carrying out his execution was Shi Lan, the boss’s capable subordinate.

Miao Yang was terrified. He had just finished paying off his debts this year and moved into a new house. His happy life had not even begun, he had not even had the chance to date a girlfriend, and his young life had been cut short by an accident.

He was unwilling to accept this, so he refused to die until System 168 suddenly appeared in his brain. 168 said it detected his strong will to survive, so the Main God System gave him a chance to be reborn.

However, Miao Yang had to complete one “cannon fodder” mission after another until he gained enough life force to be reborn. A character like him in a small world was already destined to die; if he could find a way to survive and obtain the protagonist’s “Luck Value,” he could gain extra life force.

To him, this was a hellish difficulty level. Especially since he had arrived in such a pathetic state, hurting all over. His head was still bleeding, and he was freezing—partly from fear and partly because the cold felt as if it had seeped into his bones. He felt his life slipping away.

System 168’s mechanical voice suddenly appeared: [That is because you are about to die, Host.]

Miao Yang: “…”

The last word had a humorous, icy tone. Heh heh heh!

In this small world, there were factions, and fighting for territory and resources was common. Miao Yang had originally been sent as a minor mole to the Qin family, but he had become a sacrificial lamb for the Qin family head to intimidate others.

It is worth noting that the Qin family head was one of the protagonists of this small world. He liked men, and the other protagonist was his “wife,” the protagonist shou. They had an engagement and were about to start a “marriage-before-love” story. Shi Lan, the capable subordinate, also liked men.

Miao Yang: “…”

In desperation, he chose to “seduce” his way out. He could not think of any other way.

“Big Brother, I am clean and innocent; I just have impure intentions,” Miao Yang gasped, his voice thin as a thread. “I do not want to die. Let me follow you; I will definitely serve you well and make you feel heavenly.”

Shi Lan sneered and slowly raised his hand, the gun in his hand pressed against Miao Yang’s forehead.

Miao Yang: “Wait, wait, wait! Actually, I was sent by Young Master Shen Xumo.”

Shi Lan’s brow furrowed slightly. “Shen Xumo?”

Shen Xumo was the protagonist shou of the small world.

Miao Yang swallowed hard. “Yes, our Young Master is about to marry into the Qin family. He sent me ahead to make preparations so he would not face difficulties later.”

Shi Lan laughed loudly and grabbed him by the hair, causing Miao Yang to wince in pain. With the muzzle pressed against his chin, he said in an icy tone, “Do you think I believe you?”

Miao Yang’s face was deathly pale; it was unclear whether the beads falling from his eyes were rain or tears. He grabbed Shi Lan’s arm with his dirty hands. As rain entered his eyes, he blinked his wet, red lids and stared helplessly at this fierce man, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear: “You have met our Young Master before, Big Brother Shi. Our Young Master helped you when you were young. Have you forgotten?”

Yes, the small world was that explosive. Shi Lan would eventually fall in love with the protagonist shou, Shen Xumo, and betray his boss.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, Shi Lan’s pupils contracted. Almost no one knew about that incident except for him and Shen Xumo. The man’s brows knit together slightly, as if pondering the truth of his words.

Meanwhile, Miao Yang’s body grew weaker and weaker. His head lolled onto the man’s thick arm. In that instant, he felt his body warm up slightly. But the sign was fleeting; he soon began to shiver and ache again, collapsing against the man’s arm. Once more, his body miraculously warmed up a little.

Hm?

“168, what is going on?” Miao Yang asked weakly.

168: [Host, please note my name is 168, not “Get Rich.” You are currently absorbing the other party’s Luck Value, so your body is showing signs of improvement. However, it is very weak. You must get a doctor to save you, otherwise, not even the gods can save you.]

Miao Yang: “So, this Luck Value is useless?”

168 replied: [If you did not have this Luck Value, you would have already died, Host.]

Luck Value was primarily for extending the host’s lifespan, obtained from people in the small world with strong luck. But since Miao Yang was a “dead ghost,” this bit of Luck Value was like a drop of water in the ocean. Surviving a crisis in the small world was meant to earn Luck Value, not that having it made everything fine. When facing danger, one could still die.

168 finished explaining, but Miao Yang could not listen anymore. Basically, he had to get Shi Lan to save him.

Hearing his conclusion, 168 chimed in: [Yes!]