The Beautiful Top Being Pursued Relentlessly [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

“World Number AX2581 obliterated.”

The cold, indifferent voice pierced through layers of space, stabbing directly into the ears of the novice System 222. It looked up to see a tall, slender figure suspended above a flowing river of stars.

As if sensing a living entity, Xie tilted his body slightly. Amidst the shifting streaks of cold light, he lazily lifted his eyelids. His well-defined lips were pressed into a thin line, curving slightly downward.

His pale face was paired with flawless features and a sharp, clean jawline. At first glance, his appearance was breathtaking—the kind of face that strikes the heart with immediate, overwhelming impact.

However, the brow he pressed down was exceptionally sharp, and those slightly upturned eyes held an inexplicable, freezing chill.

When 222 met those eyes, it felt as though thin blades were piercing its vision, hooked and twisting, forcing it to look away yet making it impossible to do so.

To gaze upon him was to feel dread enough to make one want to sink to their knees.

222 did indeed want to kneel, but since it had no legs, it could only flatten its entire round body in mid-air, spreading itself out like a pancake.

N-New… New Department Head, h-hello. I am… I am System 222, a new recruit in the department.  222 introduced itself with a heavy stutter.

Xie scrutinized the system before offering a detached hum in response.

222 took a deep breath and secretly pulled out its prepared script. New Department Head, I am very sorry to disturb your vacation, but the Romance Department has run into a bit of… a mountain of trouble. We need you to handle it…

Under Xie’s unmoving gaze, 222’s voice gradually grew quieter. Pressing through the immense pressure, it managed to read the final line of the script: The Realm notifies you to begin your post ahead of schedule.

One second, two seconds… an unknown number of seconds ticked by.

Xie珵 reached up and clicked off the communication device clipped to his right ear. He tucked his overly long, messy, and fluffy silver hair behind his back and informed 222, “Plane coordinates. Let’s go.”

222 felt like it had just survived a disaster. Once Xie珵 had teleported out of the space, the little pink ball started jumping up and down in relief.

Remembering its mentor’s teachings, it ceremoniously pulled out the Romance Department’s handbook and cleared its throat, pitching its voice to a youthful tone.

There is warmth in the world; there is true love among mankind.

Welcome to the Romance Department of this Realm.

“Bzzz—bzzz—”

Bursts of static echoed through an old attic. A radio sat on a dust-covered table, its red power light blinking intermittently. “According to reports… bzzz… City A has completely fallen… bzzz… proceed to the Central Plaza… bzzz…”

“…Would all survivors please immediately… bzzz…”

The trembling voice was filled with helplessness. After struggling to finish the last sentence, the radio faded into nothing but noisy static.

On August 11, 3022, communications were completely severed. The humans who failed to catch the rescue teams were left behind in a living hell, abandoned in a terrifying new era.

Many called it the Apocalypse.

Light, steady footsteps stopped in front of the radio. Xie珵 extended a well-defined index finger and pressed the switch, plunging the cramped attic into an eerie silence.

Faint roars could be heard in the distance, sounding like those of wild beasts, accompanied by the constant thudding of something crashing against the walls and doors.

Xie walked toward the window.

A bout of acid rain a few days prior had corroded the window hinges. Xie珵 looked down, found the weak point, and slammed his elbow forward. With a “clang,” the window was forced open.

A howling wind filled with grit rushed in, messing up Xie’s silver hair and tangling it further. His expression remained entirely devoid of emotion.

The sky was shrouded in a heavy, suffocating haze, looking like layers of thick fabric brushed with paste, sealing away the last remnants of life in the world.

The streetlights below flickered dimly before turning into dark, hollow glass shells.

The water and electricity are out, Xie noted.

He leaned casually against the wall and closed his eyes to take a brief rest. However, the air in the attic was difficult to bear; even after venting the room for so long, a certain smell lingered.

The smell of blood.

Xie opened his eyes with a hint of irritation and stared fixedly at the corpse sprawled on the floor in a “star” shape.

He walked over and finished in a crouch.

The man appeared to be about thirty-five, wearing a pungent-smelling work uniform. He had fallen face-first, his back shredded by sharp claws into several bloody gashes.

The original owner of this attic had likely returned to pack his things to flee with the rescue team, only to be ambushed by a zombie.

What a tragic way to go… 222 suddenly popped up and sighed, floating over to silently close the man’s eyelids.

“Zombie,” Xie said, uttering his first words in this small world. He reached out and flipped the man over.

He pressed his fingers against the man’s neck, applying a bit of pressure. After a moment, he evaluated, “Stone dead. No saving him.”

You… you only thought about saving him just now?

“A normal person could tell at a glance he’s been dead for days. I only did that because I thought you hadn’t given up hope.”

222 felt a bit depressed. The new boss was insulting its intelligence in the calmest tone possible.

The bullied 222 gave a soft, dejected “oh.”

“Since you’re clear on that, get rid of the corpse.”

222 turned into a giant question mark. N-N-New Boss, are you talking to me?

“Why? Is there anyone else here besides you?”

222: “!”

A system… processing a corpse?

Is this how systems are supposed to be used?

“I don’t like inefficient people, even if you are just an object,” Xie said, gesturing toward the body.

New Boss, how about we talk this over…

He was interrupted.

BANG—

With a loud crash, the wooden attic door was violently burst open.

A man covered in blood collapsed onto the floor along with the door frame, making a heavy thud. The brawny man lay slumped at the entrance, completely blocking the way out.

222 was shocked and scrambled back into the system space, leaving behind a quick: New Boss, there’s someone else!

Someone else…

Xie narrowed his eyes slightly and rolled up his sleeves.

Not far away, the injured Jiang Yi lay face-down. He sensitively felt a cold gaze land on him. Years of combat experience allowed him to instinctively shift into a defensive stance.

Propelled by his sturdy forearms, Jiang Yi forced his head up.

In this remote attic, besides those hideous, terrifying zombies, what could there be… a-an immortal?

An immortal was half-crouched on the floor. Long, silver-white hair cascaded down, reflecting a cold, natural luster in the shadows. This light gathered on his pale cheeks, making his skin look exceptionally translucent, before sliding over his sharp, refined features. It was a sight so striking it was almost dizzying.

Jiang Yi froze, staring for a long time, his body involuntarily tensing. He noticed flower petals drifting from the immortal’s hair, spots of blood on the hem of his clothes, and the cold corpse on the floor. His head began to swim.

Is the immortal… eating people?

THUD—

With another sound, Jiang Yi succumbed to exhaustion and fainted, his forehead hitting the floor once again.

Xie stared at the unconscious laborer. He finally stood up, walked over, and grabbed the man’s hair, using brute force to pull his head up. Showing a rare bit of patience, he asked, “Are you dead?”

Jiang Yi’s face turned red as he began to cough.

“Not dead,” Xie said, letting go. “Good.”

THUD—

Ahem, New Boss, let me give you another short introduction. I am Romance System 222, and I will be assisting you in the upcoming missions.

Late at night, Xie had dismantled the attic’s wooden door and cabinets, breaking them into pieces to throw into a fire. The window had been closed again, and the crackling flames provided a brief warmth.

Xie held a wooden stick and poked at the fire, his gaze landing unerringly on 222. “Get to the point.”

I can provide a lot of help, for example…

“What is the trouble with the Romance Department?”

Xie was originally the head of the Destruction Department and had been forcibly thrown into the Romance Department. He didn’t know which idiot had proposed the idea, but all the department heads had voted in favor.

Yes, his objection had been overruled.

Of course, that wasn’t a huge deal.

But he had finally managed to get a vacation, only to be dragged into a mission world by a Romance System. The people in the Romance Department owed him a rational explanation.

Uh, it’s like this… it’s not really a big problem. It’s just, there’s this new employee… he’s a rookie, you see? He was a bit clumsy and accidentally deleted the information for several special planes. We… we need to fill them back in.

Xie rolled up his sleeves again and picked up a nearby iron rod, beginning to sharpen it. His voice remained calm. “What’s his name?”

Well, he’s a new employee, I don’t really know him. 222 saw him sharpening the rod and shivered, quickly adding: B-B-But New Boss, you can’t touch him. He’s a ‘nepotism hire.’ He has very powerful connections.

“Is he the son of that old fox in the Romance Department?”

No, no.

“A son of one of the other department heads?”

No.

“Then is he my son?”

N-No, definitely not.

“Then what the hell is he?” Xie sneered, the iron rod striking the ground. “Even if the department heads showed up themselves, I’d still beat them. Tell me, there is no one I can’t afford to offend.”

He… he’s somewhat related to the Realm’s Emergency Response Team. 222’s voice was weak.

“Fine.”

Fine what?

“I’ll just break his arms and legs,” Xie珵 said, looking away. “Then toss him back to the response team. I don’t keep useless people around me.”

222 hugged itself nervously.

It… it was still a little bit useful.

Please don’t toss it away.

New Boss, why don’t we look at the mission first? These mission planes were all hand-picked by the head of the Purification Department. He guaranteed that once you complete them, the side effects from the ‘World Malice’ infection will be alleviated.

“The head of the Purification Department?” Xie thought for a moment. “Wen Xun?”

The records here say the head of the Purification Department is named Shen Yu.

“Who? That bald tree?”

New Boss, it’s not very nice to speak ill of people behind their backs. 222 pulled out a display screen to show Xie. And look at his profile picture; it’s full of lush, green leaves.

Xie glanced at it. “Photoshopped.”

222: …

“Continue. The mission.”

222 mimicked its mentor’s tone. Clearly, this is an apocalyptic plane. Disaster has just struck…

The protagonist of this world is Xiao Yu. Before the apocalypse, he was an ordinary university student. After the world ended, he obtained an “Apocalyptic Survival System” and used it to establish the Rising Sun Base, eventually being hailed as a savior.

The protagonist “Shou” (submissive partner) is Xu Le. Before the apocalypse, he was a minor streamer with no physical strength. After the disaster, he bounced between various powerful figures.

During an accident, Xu Le was in danger, and Xiao Yu happened to pass by and save him. The two developed feelings and became boyfriends.

However, as the saying goes, “a leopard cannot change its spots.” As Xiao Yu’s base grew, so did the number of lovers around him. Although Xu Le was heartbroken, he always believed Xiao Yu would eventually come back to him.

During this process, Xu Le’s various “knights in shining armor” stepped up, creating eighty-one tribulations for Xiao Yu. In the end, the two protagonists had a heart-to-heart cry and lived happily ever after.

At this point in time, the protagonist “Gong” (dominant partner) has already obtained the system. During the first stage of the disaster, he has built the indestructible Rising Sun Base and gained a group of loyal followers. The protagonist “Shou” has also been successfully rescued by him. With a thriving career and a beauty by his side, he is in his prime.

Xie: “…”

222 sighed. New Boss, you can see that this plot is quite sick, right?

Xie: “…”

Because this is a special plane, the personalities of the two protagonists are… questionable, and their logic is bizarre. It’s very difficult for them to reach a ‘Perfect Ending’ on their own. But now, that new employee deleted all their romantic plotlines. The Romance Department must step in to restore the romance and achieve a ‘Love Ending.’

Xie珵 repeated the word: “Ending.”

222 hopped up and down. Exactly!

“Good or bad are there any regulations on the type of ending?”

Not really, but there must be romantic plotlines, okay? 222 said.

“What counts as a romantic plotline?” Xie asked rhetorically. “Hugging? Kissing? Or sleeping together?”

222 turned into a bright red ball.

The workplace novice stammered, New Boss, be subtle! Don’t be so blunt!

Xie asked again, “Does that count?”

Love isn’t just about doing those things. New Boss, you haven’t grasped the essence of it. Why don’t you… try falling in love yourself? 222 suggested whimsically.

Xie sneered. “Ridiculous.”

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