The Cannon Fodder Character Attacked The Arrogant Male Protagonist. - Chapter 1

“Why hasn’t this consumptive ghost brought back by the Demon Lord woken up yet?”

“It is so annoying. He still has not woken up. Does he really think he is that precious?”

“He is so ugly. I do not know what the Demon Lord sees in him.”

Faintly, two voices could be heard whispering. Yu Zhao had just regained consciousness when he was greeted by this wave of mockery. It had been a long time since anyone dared to speak to him in such a manner. His head felt dizzy and heavy. As he listened, Yu Zhao found the situation quite novel. He could not help but shakily raise his hand to wave it, responding to the two people whispering by his bedside.

“I may be a bit plain, but I am truly not ugly.”

His voice was clear and elegant, but it gave the two people by the bed a massive fright.

“Ah!” A plate hit the ground and shattered.

Yu Zhao opened his eyes and turned his head. They were two charming, captivating young women dressed in uniform sect robes, surrounded by swirling demonic energy. These were disciples of the Demon Sect. At this moment, they were staring at him wide-eyed, one of them looking terrified.

The two quickly gathered their composure, ignoring the shattered plate, and rushed to Yu Zhao’s side. Yu Zhao was helped into a sitting position, and a cushion was tucked behind his waist. Both of them appeared overjoyed.

“My Lord, you have finally woken up. The Demon Lord will be so happy.”

Yu Zhao had been in the Demon Sect for over a month, and this was the first time he had regained consciousness. The two disciples looked at him with pity in their eyes. Yu Zhao sat steadily. After drinking some water, his lethargic expression after lying down for so long softened.

Their innermost thoughts immediately flooded into Yu Zhao’s ears.

Scared me to death; I actually thought this person could hear my thoughts.

How could the Demon Lord have such a partner?

This consumptive ghost has finally woken up. At least we can report back to the Demon Lord.

Their internal chatter was incessant, causing a throbbing pain in Yu Zhao’s forehead. One of the disciples noticed his expression and immediately cried out.

“Quick, go call the Demon Lord! The Lord is unwell again!”

“The Demon Lord is not in the Demon Realm; he is currently dueling with Venerable Dadan at the Wangze Sea.”

“Then hurry and send a message.”

Indeed, Yu Zhao possessed the ability to hear others’ thoughts. Relying on this power, he had once successfully dominated the world. But now, regarding the insincere behavior of these little girls, the former Emperor Yu did not care much. He was concerned with something else, something much more urgent.

“Do not go,” Yu Zhao called out to the person intending to report the news.

The person turned back, looking blankly at him alongside the other disciple.

Yu Zhao calmly surveyed his surroundings. This was a magnificent Demon Palace. It was not as golden and brilliant as the imperial palace, with lanterns shining all night, but was illuminated by spiritual light, sufficient to showcase the style of the realm.

Yu Zhao coughed weakly. “I am fine. I was just feeling distressed recalling the past. I have not seen your Demon Lord for a long time, and I am feeling a bit timid. Could you chat with me about him first?”

Although Yu Zhao was a man over 1.8 meters tall, he had specifically asked the system to use a disguise technique on him before leaving the imperial palace. Currently, he looked remarkably ordinary. The two disciples had never seen him conscious before; they did not expect him to be so different from the image of the man who had been lying there. He was tall with fair skin, his every movement elegant and polite, and his clear, melodic voice instantly calmed their anxious hearts.

His plain face suddenly felt different when enhanced by his temperament. Especially when looked at by those clear, autumn-water eyes, the two women actually felt somewhat shy. Their chatter ceased, and their faces turned red. “My Lord, if you want to know about the Demon Lord, we will certainly tell you everything we know.”

As Yu Zhao wished, they did not send a message to call him back.

Yu Zhao smiled. “Thank you both. I have troubled you with your care these past few days.”

Yu Zhao was naturally gifted with a gentle temperament that made him approachable. The two women’s impressions of him improved significantly. “My Lord, you are too kind. We have only been delivering tea and water for you.”

Yu Zhao intentionally sighed and frowned. “Regardless, thank you both for your care. By the way, you just mentioned that your Demon Lord is not in the Demon Realm? He is dueling someone? What is his temperament like nowadays? I have not seen him for many years, and I am afraid he might have changed.”

As long as that person was not here, Yu Zhao could find an opportunity to leave. Their Demon Lord, the Master of the Demon Realm, Jiang Jindeng, was Yu Zhao’s ex-wife. Although the ex-wife was now a major figure among major figures, Yu Zhao did not dare to see him. It had been an unknown amount of time since he last saw him. He had originally completed his mission and successfully raised the Long Aotian protagonist, then left, only to open his eyes and find himself back in this world.

Yu Zhao had not figured out what to do when he encountered the fully grown Long Aotian. He had tried to play dead, but he had unexpectedly fallen into a month-long slumber. Waking up this time, he had unsurprisingly been brought to his sect by the fully leveled-up Long Aotian.

Thinking of something, the two disciples looked pale. “The Demon Lord is the number one in the Demon Sect, so people often ask him for guidance. However, the Demon Lord’s cultivation is heaven-defying; they are just overestimating their own abilities. It is just that the Demon Lord’s temper.”

“If you have any questions, you can tell me.”

The door suddenly opened.

Yu Zhao still maintained a gentle smile.

Dead silence. Yu Zhao withered.

It felt like shattered Kunlun jade, yet it carried a boundless coldness that made one tremble for no reason, wondering what would happen next. Yu Zhao saw Jiang Jindeng, who should not have been in the Demon Realm.

The young Long Aotian had been somewhat green, but now there was only cold indifference left. Jiang Jindeng was extremely handsome, even to the point of being androgynous. However, someone with such a face was terrifyingly gloomy, his complexion so pale that even Yu Zhao, who had been lying in bed for a month, had to bow down in shame. While this did not diminish his beauty, it made people terrified to covet even a shred of it.

It seemed that, just as the plot described, having cut off the red dust, he had grown into a great Long Aotian.

The two disciples hurriedly bowed to Jiang Jindeng, greeted him, and retreated quickly.

Jiang Jindeng walked over and stopped behind Yu Zhao. Yu Zhao stiffened for a moment, then calmly turned around, ignoring the man and the Long Aotian. His face was no longer wearing a practiced smile; he stared at the gauze curtains of the bedstead.

Jiang Jindeng spoke again, clearly indifferent to being ignored.

“Why, won’t you turn around and look at me?”

Yu Zhao tried to listen to his heart, but he could hear nothing. Yu Zhao remained silent, thinking about how to find other ways to leave this place.

“Is Your Majesty afraid?”

Yu Zhao remained silent. Seeing that the Long Aotian’s mental state was unstable, Yu Zhao did not intend to provoke him. What if some word of his triggered him, and he killed Yu Zhao directly?

Perhaps finding it dull, Jiang Jindeng stopped speaking. Suddenly, Yu Zhao felt a chill on his back. He was only wearing a thin undergarment, so he could clearly perceive the wetness there.

It was as if some warm liquid was overflowing from someone’s eyes, sliding down their chin, and falling onto him. The Demon Lord, who had been looking down from a position of superiority just moments ago, was crying.

When he first transmigrated into this novel, Yu Zhao was preparing for a meeting the next day. One moment his eyes were open, the next he was here. Without any warning.

He was on a high platform in an ancient palace. The space was enormous, supported by numerous giant red pillars. He sat on the high platform. Beneath his feet, a crowd of people in ancient official robes were arguing fiercely about something.

Yu Zhao felt a headache, and a massive amount of memory surged into his mind. Even a person like Yu Zhao was stunned for a moment before accepting a fact: he had transmigrated into a novel.

Yu Zhao looked down at himself. He was wearing an exquisite yellow robe, embroidered with a five-clawed dragon that looked vivid and lifelike on the silk. Yu Zhao’s heart jumped. He slowly turned his head and saw his reflection in the bright golden screen.

The screen reflected a young man in dragon robes, sitting on the throne with a high crown on his head. He was tall and elegant, his temperament outstanding. Most importantly, his face was like jade and his brows like distant mountains, as if he were sitting on a divine throne. His appearance had not changed; Yu Zhao could tell that he was still in his original body.

“Ding-dong! Hello, Host! I am 007.” A mechanical voice composed of electrical currents appeared out of thin air, speaking cheerily. “Host, do not be confused. As long as you can save the Long Aotian protagonist, you can return to your original world!”

This was a dark-themed Long Aotian counter-attack novel. The protagonist, Jiang Jindeng, was the Demon Prince, a heaven-defying talent. Unfortunately, in this world, the Demon Race was oppressed and sealed by the Immortal Realm, and the protagonist was disliked by his father and brothers. To resist the Immortal Realm, the protagonist was sent by the Demon Lord to the mortal realm to stir up trouble. Then, the protagonist began to darken step by step, ultimately slaughtering immortals and demons to dominate the three realms.

Originally, this novel was not much different from other web novels, but the problem lay in the author’s setting. Jiang Jindeng was a Long Aotian protagonist whom the author had maxed out with beauty buffs.

In the early stages of this book, the author designed an outrageous plot for this purpose. Just as Long Aotian Jiang Jindeng arrived in the mortal realm, before he could start causing trouble, he ran into the human Emperor. Because his appearance was too outstanding, he was actually targeted by the lustful, brainless Emperor and imprisoned in the harem.

Yu Zhao transmigrated into this perverted Emperor.

Although, as a male-targeted novel, Jiang Jindeng was naturally not harmed. He quickly escaped this predicament, and not long after, he eliminated the Emperor and burned the entire imperial city. But it still disgusted the protagonist and the readers for a long time.

The author explained that this was for the protagonist’s growth. After encountering this incident, his already meticulous mind would become even more resourceful, but readers kept shouting, “Perverted author, stop ruining my son!”

Moreover, in the later stages, the author simply did not arrange any romantic subplots for the protagonist, saying that because of what happened earlier, he had already cut off his emotions and desires. In short, he hated humans.

The readers’ resentment was too powerful, triggering a space-time disturbance. Since the characters in the book were already set, the Space-Time Administration could not directly eliminate the Emperor character. Yu Zhao was chosen to transmigrate and change this event.

The officials below were still arguing. Yu Zhao waved them away casually. Perhaps it was his current status, but the Emperor had previously been quite absurd, and the officials soon retreated respectfully.

Yu Zhao rubbed his forehead and asked helplessly, “I have never been exposed to this kind of web novel; why was I chosen?”

007 cried upon hearing this: “Host, you were chosen from hundreds of millions of people! According to tests, your emotional value is generally stable at ninety percent. Even the lowest has never fallen below eighty percent. You are an emotionally stable player chosen from millions!”

“Up until before you transmigrated, you possessed vast wealth in your original world, and the employees you managed evaluated you surprisingly well. You are simply a dream boss!”

“Gentle! Stable! Wise! Leaving Long Aotian to you is definitely the right choice! We have also provided you with a golden finger.”

As he spoke, the system sensed a notification: “Host, hurry, hurry, hurry! Long Aotian is in danger in the Imperial Garden!”

Yu Zhao immediately called a eunuch to take him to the Imperial Garden. On the way, Yu Zhao asked, “By the way, what do I need to do for the protagonist?”

“Of course, let the protagonist inherit the traditional male-targeted novel tropes!” 007 said happily, though he felt a bit awkward. “You must warm Long Aotian so that the future Long Aotian will be willing to accept a romantic fate. It is best if the more the better!”

If he remembered correctly, Yu Zhao had heard that such protagonists were called stud male protagonists.

They arrived at the Imperial Garden. Although it was winter, the Daming Palace had invited immortals to cast spells, so the snow-covered garden was still a blaze of colors. Yu Zhao soon found the Long Aotian protagonist.

To Yu Zhao’s surprise, the protagonist Jiang Jindeng was lying in a flowerbed. At this moment, the snow had covered his body, making his already fair face appear slightly blue. What surprised Yu Zhao even more was how truly beautiful the protagonist was.

In the flowerbed, Long Aotian looked delicate and fragile, yet his closed brows revealed an astonishing arrogance. At this age, the Long Aotian clearly had not fully matured. He was only eighteen or nineteen years old, like a green, crisp fruit.

Yu Zhao did not dare to think too much now, because Long Aotian was currently lying there with his eyes closed, motionless. Yu Zhao felt something was not right.

Yu Zhao had just waved away the eunuchs to go over when the person in the flowerbed suddenly opened his eyes.