The Stupid Omega Bound to a Rewind System - Chapter 1

“Secretary Song, organize the phone records.”

“Secretary Song, invite the guests for the annual meeting.”

“Secretary Song, go pick up the Madam and bring him home.”

“Song…”

“Song your great-grandfather! Do you want a knuckle sandwich?” In the massive conference room, Song Ruochen opened his eyes.

A collective gasp of shock filled the room.

Song Ruochen: “?”

Is the air spicy? No, wait… where is this?

Before his consciousness went blank, he was in a university lecture hall, listening to an old professor go over the final exam review. After hearing the professor say, “Everything I’ve taught is on the exam,” he had been so enraged that he rose to protest, only to trip over his own feet and crash into his chair.

“Hey, student, don’t pass out!” he remembered the professor’s panicked voice. “Can’t you just memorize everything I taught?”

Since he couldn’t actually memorize enough to pass the test, Song Ruochen hadn’t woken up.

Until now—

“Secretary Song, go pick up Yan Ci and bring him…” The man who had been issuing a stream of orders paused. “Secretary Song, what’s wrong with you?”

Yan Ci?

That name sounded so familiar.

Isn’t that the “Protagonist Shou” (bottom) from that blood-pressure-raising, dog-blooded drama that dragged on for over 500 chapters?

Whenever final exam week arrived, every book suddenly seemed worth reading. Last night, while looking for study materials, he had been inadvertently pushed this trashy novel by a web algorithm. He had scoffed at the beginning, thinking, How cliché, and yet the entire night had slipped away while he binge-read it.

The Protagonist Shou was insecure and sensitive; the Protagonist Gong (top) was oblivious and thick-headed. The two of them had countless misunderstandings and endless romantic obstacles, torturing the readers for over 500 chapters. It was agonizing, heart-wrenching, and completely addictive…

Wait a second.

If that’s the case, isn’t Secretary Song just the nameless “tool character” in the book? The one who clears enemies for the company, paves the way for the couple’s romance, and finally dies while blocking a knife for the Protagonist Shou?

Song Ruochen only knew that having the same name as a character carried the risk of transmigration (and the need to memorize the entire novel). Who knew that even sharing the same surname was enough to transmigrate?!

How much of this do I need to memorize? Everything is on the exam, right?

Since he was already here, he had to follow the rules. Was there a system?

【There actually is one.】

A voice appeared in his mind.

【The system is here.】

【My formal name is the “Rewind Piggy Bank,” but you can call me…】

“Little Zero?” Song Ruochen asked.

Both the human and the system fell silent.

【Call me Fatty Tiger (Pang Hu).】

【And don’t make things difficult for me.】

A piggy bank appeared in Song Ruochen’s hand. Coins clinked inside, and the denomination was… one second?

Clink. A handful of coins made a crisp sound.

【Current balance of the Rewind Piggy Bank: 50 seconds.】

The time around him rewound, returning to ten seconds ago. At this moment, Secretary Song had not yet run his mouth.

“Secretary Song.” In the conference room, the Protagonist Gong opened his mouth, continuing his task. “Go pick up the Madam and bring him home.”

Song Ruochen thought without hesitation: “I want to resig—”

Wait. The book mentioned that Secretary Song had a genetic disease. If he lost this job and his source of income, he’d die even faster.

“Resign from what?” the Protagonist Gong asked.

“Resign from the old year and welcome the new spring,” Song Ruochen said, knowing when to fold. “I wish you a Happy New Year in advance.”

It was about a half-hour drive from the company to the Protagonist Shou’s location. Song Ruochen used this time to recall Secretary Song’s daily routine.

When he read the novel, he saw comments in the forum complaining that as long as the main couple said, “Secretary Song, take care of it,” even if they wanted the stars in the sky, Secretary Song would find a way to skewer them on a stick and bring them over.

【Although he is a tool character, in the mid-to-late stages of the book, Secretary Song plays a huge role in the confrontation with the book’s biggest villain, the Protagonist Gong’s younger brother, Jian Yuheng,】 the system reminded him.

Song Ruochen: “…”

Me? Me?!

If he could play such an awesome character, maybe he actually had some skills.

【…】

“But I won’t provoke him,” Song Ruochen said. “I value my life.”

The car stopped in front of an e-sports center. Song Ruochen recalled the plot: as a game streamer, the Protagonist Shou should have just finished commentating on a tournament.

After getting lost for a solid ten minutes, he finally found the trembling Protagonist Shou in the guest lounge.

A couple was verbally assaulting the Protagonist Shou. Song Ruochen vaguely recognized them; this little unlucky Protagonist Shou had a family of vampires. These people would pop out every now and then to forcibly contribute “tragedy points” to the novel.

“Your brother is getting married, and you can’t even help out?” the Protagonist Shou’s alpha father said. “You married into the Jian family, and all you do is show off outside, looking all glamorous, without even checking how the family is living.”

“I didn’t…” The shouting attracted more and more people. The Protagonist Shou said timidly, “Mom, Dad, let’s go back and talk, not here.”

A few steps later, Song Ruochen stopped in front of the Protagonist Shou, Yan Ci.

“Madam.” Song Ruochen tried his best to maintain the persona while his toes curled into his shoes in embarrassment. “CEO Jian sent me to take you home.”

Yan Ci looked up, dazed. Every time he argued with Jian Feng, it was always this secretary who came to pick him up.

No matter where he ran or what kind of temper he threw, this man would always pinpoint his location, pack him up, and drag him back to Jian Feng, even if he was completely unwilling.

He lowered his gaze. In any case… Secretary Song would settle everything for him.

“What do you mean ‘take him home’?” the alpha man on the side suddenly raised his voice. “Yan Ci was raised by us. You can just take him away because you say so?”

“That makes sense,” Song Ruochen said. “Then you keep raising him.”

He didn’t want to do this job anyway.

“?” The alpha man’s rage was cut short; he went momentarily still.

“Secretary Song, his brother needs a place to live,” the alpha man lowered his tone. “We don’t have enough money; we need the family to support us a bit.”

“You need a place to live, is that it?” Song Ruochen asked. “Are there any requirements for the move-in date?”

Hearing this, the alpha man’s face brightened: “No, just a place to lie down is fine. Any time is fine; we aren’t picky.”

“Understood,” Song Ruochen said. “One moment.”

Yan Ci opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but no sound came out. He wanted to say that his adoptive parents were greedy if they were satisfied this time, there would be a next time. They would never be satisfied.

But Secretary Song’s task was only to bring him back to Jian Feng’s side.

Song Ruochen pulled a number from Secretary Song’s contact list and dialed: “Hello, is this for sale? I’d like to book a unit. Deduct the payment from CEO Jian’s account.”

“Phone number?” He turned to look at the Protagonist Shou’s alpha brother.

The man reported the number with a cheeky grin.

“Just wait,” Song Ruochen said. “A text message will be sent to your phone. I wish you an early move-in. It belongs solely to you and cannot be resold.”

“Well, of course, it’s for us to live in,” the man said. “Is the neighborhood you bought in quiet enough?”

“Quite quiet,” Song Ruochen said. “I guarantee your satisfaction. Now, can you hand the Madam over to me?”

“Of course, of course,” the man said.

“Let’s go, Madam.” Song Ruochen turned to look at the Protagonist Shou and said firmly, “I have a meeting to chair later.”

Yan Ci followed him to the car timidly. The moment the car drove off, the alpha brother called.

What? What?

Was the next demand from the vampire family really refreshing this quickly?

Sure enough, once their needs were met…

“Yan Ci!” his alpha brother cursed on the phone. “Holy shit, you actually had someone buy me a grave! I hope your whole family dies a horrible death!”

Yan Ci: “…?”

Xiaoshi Group.

The book’s biggest villain, Jian Yuheng, was being invited into the conference room by his assistant, who was bowing and scraping.

“Second Young Master Jian, you just returned to the country today to parachute into the Xiaoshi Group. Let me introduce you to the company situation,” the assistant said. “Currently, the most capable person beside the Eldest Young Master is Secretary Song.”

“The ultimate secretary, a ‘hardcore’ player on the national server, stats verifiable,” the assistant said. “According to my analysis, if you want to take over the company, your biggest enemy isn’t the Eldest Young Master, but Secretary Song.”

Jian Yuheng’s gaze lifted. At the door of the conference room, a slender, upright omega youth had appeared at some point.

The man was thin, wearing a simple white shirt and a neatly tied tie. He was looking down, recording something on the clipboard in his hands. Occasionally, someone would pass by and greet him, and he would only nod slightly without answering.

“Him?” Jian Yuheng asked.

This omega spoke so little he was like an NPC with a broken voice synthesizer. How ruthless could he possibly be?

He was… unusually pretty. The cold, slightly pursed lips held a tiny lip bead, and the color was a bit pale. Other than that, the face was exquisite, with not a single flaw.

“At this very moment, Secretary Song is probably calculating how to kill you,” Jian Yuheng’s assistant added fuel to the fire. “He definitely wants to tear you, the company’s new manager, into eight pieces.”

“Hmm.”

“Ah.”

“Oh.”

Secretary Song responded coldly and perfunctorily to passersby, while his pen wrote a string of “HELP” on his notebook.

This timing for his transmigration was terrible, he’d landed face-first into a disaster. He had arrived just as the biggest villain in the book was parachuting into the company.

Jian Yuheng, the Protagonist Gong’s younger brother, had been staring at him with a scrutinizing gaze since he walked in. Clearly, the man was following the original plot, having locked onto him as his main rival.

Alphas really are so tall. Song Ruochen had never felt the size difference between AOs in these novels so clearly. The man’s shoulders and back were broad and sturdy; he looked like he was of better “quality” than an omega, and a single slap would be enough to restore him to “factory settings.”

He took a seat across from Jian Yuheng and opened his folder to block his face.

The Protagonist Gong started the meeting. He had just expressed an opinion about the upcoming annual meeting when Jian Yuheng, sitting opposite Song Ruochen, raised a hand.

“I disagree,” Jian Yuheng said. “With such a good opportunity as the company annual meeting, it’s a pity not to use it for promotional purposes.”

The big villain lived up to his name. He had only just parachuted into the management team and was already questioning the Protagonist Gong’s opinions.

Song Ruochen shrank into his chair, trying hard to lower his presence, not daring to provoke this villain, only daring to peek.

Jian Yuheng’s gaze swept lightly over him. He sparred with the Protagonist Gong on the annual meeting plan a few times, his slender right hand twirling a fountain pen.

“Second Young Master.” The assistant beside Jian Yuheng said, “Secretary Song has been rolling his eyes at you.”

Assistant: “You spoke to his boss like that; he definitely wants to kill you in secret. You have to know, there are still a lot of bad people in the world.”

Jian Yuheng lifted his eyes to sweep over the omega opposite him. Secretary Song was extremely quiet, his white-as-jade fingers gripping his pen so tightly that his fingertips were pressed into a faint red.

Jian Yuheng’s lips curled in contempt: “He doesn’t have the guts.”

Song Ruochen was busy writing his minutes in a daze. The Protagonist Gong and Jian Yuheng were like two kings who couldn’t coexist. Their opinions clashed repeatedly, and their words became a bit harsh.

“Many of the company’s management are older; they don’t like to be in the spotlight, and they don’t like your radical plans,” the Protagonist Gong said. “Do you have to make them sick with anger?”

“Isn’t that perfect? If they’re old, they should retire,” Jian Yuheng said. “I insist on my plan, unless the Eldest Young Master finds someone to bury me.”

Protagonist Gong: “I don’t have that int—”

Before the words finished, a text message popped up on the Protagonist Gong’s phone, which was linked to the conference room computer screen.

“Billing Notification: Hello, Mr. Jian, the grave pit you purchased has been dug. Purchaser: Song Ruochen. Total: 50,000 yuan. The bill has been sent to your email.”

Jian Yuheng: “?”

Protagonist Gong: “?”

“Secretary Song?” The Protagonist Gong frowned. “You bought… what?”

“Secretary Song,” Jian Yuheng spoke, a faint smile on his lips. “Are you provoking me?”

Song Ruochen: “…”