The Male Leads Who Are Becoming Stranger and Stranger [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

At the darkest hour before dawn, She Yi opened his eyes.

Faint blue electric arcs leaped from his fingertips. In the weak glow, one could faintly discern that this was a simple room with very little furniture and sharp, clear outlines.

The light dimmed and gradually vanished.

With a single glance, She Yi understood his current environment. He had no intention of getting up to turn on the light; avoiding unnecessary trouble as much as possible was a truth he had learned across multiple worlds.

A trace of a cold touch came from his cheek, and his eyes, which were staring at the ceiling, shifted slightly.

A lizard, only the size of a finger, emitted a faint, fluorescent green glow. Its cute little head was affectionately rubbing against She Yi’s cheek, trying its best to assert its presence.

This was the companion who had always stayed by his side—Xiao Long (Little Dragon).

Xiao Long was a chameleon, and simultaneously, his “System.”

“What is the mission for this world?”

His fingertip lightly stroked Xiao Long’s head. A trace of warmth flowed into his eyes, which seemed to merge with the surrounding darkness. This was She Yi’s most genuine leak of emotion, and likely something only Xiao Long could enjoy.

Xiao Long spat out a crystal bead from its mouth that was completely out of proportion to its body size. It extended its little tongue to diligently lick away all the saliva on it before pushing the crystal bead toward She Yi.

“Heh.”

A light laugh escaped his lips, and his gaze grew even softer.

With his slender fingers, he picked up the crystal bead. She Yi closed his eyes in contemplation, letting his divine sense permeate into it.

This was a novel about a post-apocalyptic male protagonist’s rebirth. It told the story of the protagonist, Jian Yan, who, at the start of the apocalypse, accidentally performed a blood-recognition ritual on a jade ring left to him by his late mother, obtaining an upgradable space.

With the help of the spirit spring inside the space, he successfully awakened fire-type abilities.

At that time, the protagonist Jian Yan was still a college student who hadn’t entered society yet. His sense of caution toward people wasn’t serious, and he likely felt a desire to share this joy with others. Consequently, he told everything to his best friend since childhood.

A boy who was weak and introverted in character, yet extremely kind-hearted.

During the outbreak of the apocalypse, Jian Yan, possessing self-preservation abilities, naturally took his good friend under his wing. They were both orphans who grew up supporting each other, so their feelings were naturally extraordinary.

Don’t get the wrong idea here it was familial affection. Jian Yan had always treated him like a younger brother.

The subsequent plot was predictable. With the “golden finger” of the space, the protagonist moved forward triumphantly, collecting subordinates and a harem, enjoying himself immensely.

But just as the protagonist was about to reach the pinnacle of life, while in seclusion to break through to the tenth level the strongest domain of power he was betrayed. His powers backfired, and his meridians were completely shattered.

In his final vision, he saw his best friend take the jade ring from his finger and engage in a pleasant conversation with the leader of an enemy organization. That scene deeply pierced his eyes.

Then, the protagonist welcomed a new beginning rebirth.

It was a very common novel theme, but the role She Yi played in it was: the protagonist’s best friend, the person who ultimately betrayed him.

She Yi’s divine sense continued to look further down.

[Main Missions: One, obtain the artifact Jade Ring; Two, conquer (romance)the protagonist, Jian Yan.]

[Side missions will be read randomly.]

[World Difficulty Level: Grade B.]

She Yi raised an eyebrow. He had to get the jade ring AND… conquer the protagonist? This was the first time he had encountered a mission to conquer a major plot character. Was it enough to just brush the protagonist’s favorability to one hundred?

Before this, She Yi had already experienced four worlds. He had played the cannon fodder who gives equipment to the protagonist, a fixed NPC guarding a treasury, a stumbling block on the protagonist’s path to godhood, and a bizarre mission to eliminate outsiders.

In the darkness, Xiao Long, emitting its faint fluorescent green light, licked the finger before it, seemingly offering silent support.

“It’s fine. Everything is just beginning now, isn’t it?”

The reborn protagonist was filled with a chest full of resentment toward the She Yi who betrayed him in his previous life. But the current She Yi was quite innocent; he was still just a cowardly, kind boy.

Moreover, in his heart, he also regarded the protagonist as his best friend in life, the only person who was good to him.

…

The next day, having digested the original host’s memories, She Yi walked into the bathroom with practiced familiarity. The original host didn’t live in the dorms; instead, he rented a simple house not far from the school.

The reason?

Naturally, he was ostracized by his roommates. His cowardly nature made him afraid to mention it to the teacher, and he was naive and kind to a fault, believing that as long as he took a step back, the world would be at peace.

Truly… What a big “White Lotus.”

But now, this White Lotus was the character he needed to play.

A cold sneer curled at the corners of his lips. No one ever ruled that a White Lotus couldn’t be a fake one, right?

She Yi took a shower in the bathroom and, with a towel wrapped around his waist, approached the mirror step by step. Finally, he propped his hands on the sink and looked directly at the person in the mirror.

Overly long black hair hung over his forehead, with water droplets dripping down. The skin exposed to the air was very white, like high-quality mutton-fat jade porcelain. His full lips were a pale pink rose color, perfectly shaped.

She Yi used one hand to lift the shattered hair from his forehead, revealing a face that deserved to be kissed by God, beautiful to the point of being androgynous. However, those narrow eyes should have carried a bit of fox-like charm, but the pupils within were thick and devoid of light. His expressionless look made this handsome face appear cold and strikingly beautiful.

She Yi stared at himself in the mirror for a long while. Suddenly, he closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the coldness in his eyes had turned into a bit of confusion, innocent yet extremely pure. Letting his long hair down, it covered most of his face, revealing a somewhat silent and timid flavor.

This was the true expression of the White Lotus in the memories. For him to play it, it naturally came easily.

After getting dressed and leaving the bathroom, She Yi grabbed Xiao Long, placed it in his chest pocket, picked up his backpack, and went out. He bought breakfast at the roadside and ate it on his way back to school.

This morning, the protagonist did not bring him or rather, the original host breakfast. This was something that had never been interrupted before.

Of course, She Yi knew in his heart that this was because the protagonist had been reborn—just this morning.

From the initial shock and panic to shock and joy, where would he still remember that trivial little matter from his college days? Even if he remembered, he probably wouldn’t do it. In his heart, he likely couldn’t wait to kill him to vent his hatred.

After all, “he” had betrayed him.

…

“It’s you… why are you doing this?!”

“Do you know what those people say about me? A toy boy who only knows how to rely on men!”

The usually gentle and pure eyes were now left only with frantic distortion. Then, he nonchalantly raised his brow, the corners of his mouth curving up as if carrying endless mockery.

He squatted down, and the small knife in his hand swung down. Subsequently, he took the jade ring from the severed finger and put it onto his own.

Facing “himself” lying on the ground, face pale with pain, he lightly spat out a few words:

“Don’t worry, I will take good care of ‘my’ base for you.”

Then, that small knife that had cut off the finger was plunged mercilessly into his heart, twisting.

…

Jian Yan suddenly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently, drenched in sweat.

After a good while, he reached out to touch the location of his heart. After a long pause, the hoarse gasping turned into a suppressed laugh.

“Ha… Heh heh heh…”

He didn’t die!