Transmigrated into a Trashy A and Ended Up with My Grudge-filled Best Friend and My Own CP - Chapter 30

The game’s death expulsion notification echoed in her mind three or four times before finally fading away.

Inside the pod, the long lashes of a young girl fluttered slightly, as if she were about to awaken.

Ding Moyan opened her eyes, greeted by the sight of a glass cover. Her body showed no abnormalities, though her head felt dizzy and heavy.

She was the second-round elimination, a loser.

Having spent too long in the holographic game, Ding Moyan’s pupils were slightly unfocused, her lips chapped and peeling. At this moment, she looked utterly exhausted. Her slender frame lay in the massive pod, appearing small and fragile.

Ding Moyan took a moment to steady herself, breathing in the air of life. The suffocating pain of her recent virtual death still lingered vividly in her memory.

I should’ve just killed Shen Changle when he made that shady vow instead of letting him exploit my hesitation with his nonsense.

Truly, villains die from talking too much and so do cannon-fodder female side characters.

This was something Ding Moyan needed to quietly reflect on.

She pushed open the pod door, sat up, and removed the pitch-black holographic glasses from her face. Closing her eyes wearily, she pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger, trying to alleviate the dizziness and discomfort from just exiting the game.

The game had felt tense and rushed, as if no time had passed at all. Ding Moyan checked the watch on her wrist, it was already 11:30 PM, nearing midnight.

She had played obsessively for hours, yet reaped no rewards or achievements, eliminated in such a foolish manner.

Ding Moyan clenched her fists in frustration, her slightly long nails digging crescent-shaped marks into her palms. She resolved that the next time she challenged this game, if she ever drew the 301 Ancient Mansion scenario again, she would absolutely return the favor for that bullet-induced death.

Outside the window, the night sky was pitch black.

Ding Moyan sat on a chair in the back hall, her back to the nightscape. She picked up a paper cup and sipped warm water to soothe her parched throat.

Half an hour had passed, yet Wang Ye and the others still hadn’t been eliminated by the ghosts. It seemed they had escaped 301 Ancient Mansion and completed both their personal and team objectives.

“Excuse me, Miss Ding.”

The sound of footsteps disrupted Ding Moyan’s thoughts. She looked up to see several well-dressed adult men approaching hurriedly. Her lips parted slightly in question. “Who are you?”

“We’re part of the official backend team for this holographic game,” the man at the front, wearing a manager’s badge, replied as he handed her his business card.

Ding Moyan straightened slightly, surprised by their arrival.

The manager spoke respectfully, “Miss Ding, your performance in this game was outstanding. The boss of 301 Ancient Mansion our young master and the creator of this game was deeply impressed. He would like to invite you for a discussion to gather your feedback on the game’s flaws and potential improvements.”

“…?”

Ding Moyan paused for a few seconds before taking a calm sip of water and shaking her head in refusal. She had no interest in meeting the game’s creator, nor did she have time to waste discussing its shortcomings.

Seeing her indifference, the manager sweetened the deal. “Miss Ding, you won’t be going in vain.”

“Our young master has stated that if you’re willing to provide your evaluation and suggestions for the game, he will reward you with a Game Black Card.”

Ding Moyan’s eyelids lifted slightly. “Game Black Card?”

The manager’s smile grew even warmer. “Yes, this card is limited to just ten pieces across the entire galaxy. It grants free access to all mobile games, online games, and full-immersion VR games throughout the galaxy, including some unreleased titles.”

Ding Moyan was particularly intrigued by the prospect of unlimited free gaming across the galaxy and showed keen interest in the card.

“But I’m waiting for someone,” Ding Moyan set down her paper cup.

Seeing an opportunity to complete his task, the manager clapped his hands. The attendants standing behind him stepped forward, positioning themselves before Ding Moyan. The manager reassured her, “You needn’t worry. When your friends arrive, they will be notified and properly accommodated by our staff.”

“Mm.” Ding Moyan stood up with a smile and nodded politely, signaling her agreement.

The corridor was cool, its walls made of transparent glass filled with water on the outside. Schools of seafood and fish swam along both sides, occasionally interrupted by sharks chasing after them with gaping jaws.

As she walked, Ding Moyan glanced sideways at the spectacle. The corridor’s design was novel, lending more vitality and artistry than a gilded gallery. Under the dim lighting, her faint reflection could barely be seen shimmering on the glass.

Especially when a shark charged toward her with its maw wide open, Ding Moyan felt as though she had truly stepped into the depths of the ocean. Following the guidance of the full-immersion staff, she arrived at the private room at the end of the corridor.

The gold-trimmed, gem-studded door stood out starkly against the marine-themed hallway.

The gaudy, multicolored gemstone fan door, paired with gold accents, exuded a tacky, nouveau riche vibe. Ding Moyan even suspected that the corridor and the door reflected two entirely different aesthetic sensibilities.

The attendant considerately pushed the door open for her, bowing humbly to invite her inside.

Stepping through, Ding Moyan surveyed the interior with a lighthearted curiosity.

Past a folding screen painted with ink-wash landscapes, she reached the center of the private room.

The moment she took a step forward, her gaze landed on the most conspicuous spot, the central C-position.

Instantly, Ding Moyan’s face turned ashen.

“!!!”

Oh my god, why is the President here? Could she be the owner behind this game? If so, wouldn’t she have seen all my ridiculous antics?

Ding Moyan’s outstretched leg stiffened before she subtly retracted it. For a fleeting moment, she wished she could bury herself underground and vanish.

Of all the characters in the novel, Ding Moyan least wanted any interaction with the President. The reason was simple whenever she crossed paths with the President, she always ended up the one suffering losses without gaining any favor.

This was hardly a worthwhile trade-off.

Ding Moyan averted her gaze, suppressing the overwhelming urge to flee, and halted in place.

From the novel’s later developments, Ding Moyan had grown increasingly aware of the President’s ruthless tactics. The more one tried to evade her, the more it provoked the President’s contrary instincts.

Ding Moyan steadied her expression and spoke first, trying not to sound too nervous. “P-President.”

“We meet again, young lady.” The man seated across from the President looked up at the girl he had parted with not long ago. A faint smile curved his lips as he greeted her with refined grace.

The familiar voice and face made Ding Moyan’s eyes widen in shock, her mind instantly flooded with disbelief and the urge to punch someone.

The man, clad in a black tailcoat, mimed the provocative gesture of aiming a handgun at her.

He grinned as he looked at Ding Moyan’s fair and beautiful face, shaping his hand toward her head. His pale pink lips parted slightly, and with a “pop,” the sound escaped his mouth.

Ding Moyan’s hands, hidden in her sleeves, trembled with anger. Rage surged through her, and in that moment, she seemed to forget the presence of the President standing nearby.

Gritting her teeth, Ding Moyan glared at the man in black and spat out three words: “Shen. Chang. Le.”

Author’s Note:

Finally, this novel is about to enter its VIP phase. Thank you all, my dear readers, for your support and encouragement along the way.

This novel will go VIP on August 19th. On that day, there will be a hefty update, and small red packets will be scattered in the comment section. Sending love! ∠※

Next up for pre-order is my little darling, “Raising the Evil God [Infinite].”

[Sadistic, bloodthirsty, insane gong × Beautiful, scheming, dramatic shou]

Ding Shu is stunningly beautiful, with a goofy yet faux-cold personality.

As the factory director of Infinite Manufacturing, she delights in creating bizarre and peculiar items every day.

She’s dabbled in all sorts of supernatural scripts and settings until one day, a little bloodsucking creature popped up in her factory.

This little creature was lively, often dancing all over Ding Shu’s pet peeves.

After several incidents, Ding Shu couldn’t help but take notice of it.

Recently, the horror game business’s profits have been declining. As the director of the horror manufacturing industry, Ding Shu was publicly reprimanded by her superior, reduced to tears.

Thus, Ding Shu began the miserable life of a 007 work slave.

The daily work pressure sapped her motivation, leaving her no energy to keep an eye on that troublemaker provoking her.

She thought her days would just pass like this.

But then, on a certain sunny afternoon, this little creature kicked down her superior’s door, wielding a machete, and successfully ascended as the heir of the horror game world.

Now, he was her new boss.

“Tell me, dear Creator, with declining profits and staff turnover, such negligence deserves punishment, don’t you think?” His fingers trailed from her cheek to her chin, gripping it as he pinned her against the wall.

Ding Shu swallowed hard, her voice trembling. “W-what kind of punishment do you want?”

The new boss bit into Ding Shu’s neck, sucking the sweet blood, and murmured against her skin, “Dear Creator, I’m in need of a cat secretary…”

Later, lying in bed, Ding Shu found herself holding a black lace catgirl cosplay outfit: QAQ

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