The Heroic Master Is Tough-Talking but Soft-Hearted: The Aloof Major General Has Fallen - Chapter 2

Asher lowered his eyes submissively. “Yes, Master.”

Accustomed to the volatile and violent temperaments of Highborns, he showed no surprise. He stood up and left, closing the door behind him.

The moment the door clicked shut, Cen Li let out a cold sneer. “Your system really believes in forced buying and selling, doesn’t it?”

007 had not expected that the host it had randomly bound would be so dismissive of a chance at rebirth. The system’s tone weakened slightly out of a sense of guilt, and it offered a forced explanation. “Host, weren’t you a scumbag in your original world? Playing this kind of role should be second nature to you. Why are you so unwilling to do the missions?”

The system truly could not understand.

Cen Li laughed out of sheer exasperation. “Me? A scumbag? I have never even been in a relationship, and you are calling me a scumbag?”

007 froze. What Cen Li was saying stood in stark contrast to its data records. It asked tentatively, “Did you not dump two boyfriends? You played with their hearts recklessly while remaining emotionally detached yourself. Your favorite thing to do was admire those untouchable types after you broke them, watching them lose their souls after the breakup.”

007 sighed inwardly. This information perfectly matched their criteria for a host; he was supposed to be the fighter jet among scumbags.

The veins on Cen Li’s temples throbbed. “Everything you just described were roles I played in dramas! They are all fake! You have the wrong person. I am not a scumbag!”

Cen Li had only ever acted in two dramas. One was a scumbag supporting male lead, and the other was also a scumbag. Because he had made a bet with his family, Cen Li never intended to rely on their influence. He had no connections and no resources. As a newcomer, he lacked seniority. In the eyes of others, he was nothing more than a stunning, unforgettable face.

Relying on his outstanding looks, his first step was a small web drama. For the second, he was scouted by a famous director by sheer luck. His only grievance was that in both dramas, he played a piece of trash who, without exception, was eventually slapped in the face by the protagonist and left to live in regret.

Cen Li was filled with remorse. Now, because of roles he took on a whim, he was being haunted by this so-called system.

007 had not expected such a massive misunderstanding. There was no precedent for unbinding a host, so it braced itself and pushed forward. “Once bound, a host cannot be unbound. Why do you not just follow the plot? Otherwise, the Mainframe might judge you as being passive, and you will be punished with electric shocks again.”

He had truly boarded a pirate ship!

The memory of the agonizing pain from the current surging through his body was still fresh. Seeing there was no room for negotiation, Cen Li gritted his teeth and gave a silent, resentful consent. Seeing that Cen Li was no longer resisting, the system was overjoyed. It immediately packaged the original owner’s memories and the mission background and transmitted them to Cen Li.

This was a Zerg society. Due to the scarcity of males, the status quo for the past thousand years had been that males are superior and females are inferior. Social resources were skewed toward the precious males. Consequently, most of them were extravagant, cruel, and tyrannical, finding pleasure in whipping females.

Females were divided into two categories. First were the Military Females, who were tall, sturdy, and possessed high mental power. They formed the army and guarded the Empire. Second were the Sub-Females, who were delicate with sweet voices and highly favored by males.

Males had weak, delicate bodies and held a particular dislike for the powerful Military Females who were stronger than them. They took a pathological delight in making these warriors crawl beneath them, savoring the expressions of pain they revealed while being tortured.

Clearly, Cen Li was a typical male of this sort. He had a Sub-Female attendant given to him by his father to enlighten him. However, because the original owner had a leg disability, he had no interest in such matters and had never touched him.

Having fully received the memories, Cen Li now possessed a God’s perspective with the system’s help. Cen Li scoffed. “To think the original owner was not born a cripple, but was actually poisoned.”

Cen Li was born with A-rank mental power, a rare high-level male. His father, Duke Yolai, had high hopes for him. The accident happened when Cen Li was fifteen. Dense black spots began to appear on his face, and his legs grew weak. The Duke took these abnormalities very seriously. After all, this was his only son with A-rank talent.

However, the hospital could not find anything wrong. Even with the Empire’s most sophisticated equipment, they found nothing. Gradually, Cen Li’s face became covered in hideous black spots. His left leg lost all sensation, and he had a premonition that his remaining right leg would soon follow. Eventually, he would lose complete control over his legs and become a total trash bug.

As a result, the original owner’s personality became increasingly eccentric and unpredictable.

“Duke Yolai’s female consort was jealous of Cen Li’s high talent,” the system explained. “He ordered a Sub-Female to put a new type of Federation drug into the original owner’s daily meals. It is colorless and odorless. Even the Empire’s precision instruments cannot detect it.”

On the surface, that Sub-Female was sent to the original owner by Duke Yolai, but in reality, he belonged to the Duke’s consort.

“The consort did this for the future of his own B-rank male cub. By making the original owner a cripple, his own cub could inherit the title. After all, the Berkeley family precepts explicitly state that an heir cannot have physical disabilities.”

Stepping into the original owner’s shoes, Cen Li felt the man was truly miserable and unlucky. If he had not gone through this, his personality might not have been so foul.

“They certainly planned it well,” Cen Li remarked.

Seeing Cen Li’s immense dislike for this body, the system tried its best to sell its benefits. “As long as the host works hard to earn Humiliation Points, we will issue rewards from time to time. Neutralizing the toxins in the original owner’s body or upgrading your mental power rank will be a piece of cake.”

Cen Li narrowed his eyes. “Since you can detoxify me, do it right now. Carrying this appearance around is truly depressing.”

He held a mirror in his hand. Ever since the original owner was disfigured, mirrors were forbidden in the house. He had found this one at the bottom of a drawer by following his memories. A minute ago, when Cen Li saw himself in the mirror, he almost threw it across the room in shock.

There was no other way to put it; this face was too ugly. The hideous visage in the mirror was even worse than Cen Li had imagined. It was so ugly he did not want to look at it a second time. The only redeeming feature was the eyes. They were clear as lake water and drew people in. Yet, there was no warmth in them, only a bone-chilling coldness.

This setup suited a scumbag lead perfectly. However, having such a pair of charming eyes set into a disfigured face looked bizarre and unnervingly out of place.

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