Bright lights shone on Xie Yan’s face. He blinked, a trace of peculiarity in his eyes. One second he was trapped in the absolute-kill array by numerous cultivators, and the next second he had arrived here, with a mass of inexplicable information suddenly filling his brain.
“There’s a good show to watch. The Xie family’s good-for-nothing playboy actually dares to go up against President Gu.” “Whose trouble shouldn’t he pick? He has to pick trouble with President Gu, tsk tsk.”
All around were malicious whispers. Xie Yan didn’t hear them very clearly, but he clearly saw the appearance of the man in front of him. Jet-black and straight hair, slanted and majestic sword-like brows, black eyes containing a cold and stern aura, thin and lightly pressed lips, and sharp, well-defined facial contours. An Immortal Venerable?
At this moment, Xie Yan was still holding a goblet filled with red wine, and almost instinctively, he wanted to draw his sword. Only to find out that all he had in his hand was a wine glass! And then, as if possessed, he splashed the red wine from the cup right onto the man’s face.
“Hiss.” Inside the grand hall, the sound of people gasping in unison instantly arose. How on earth did this Xie Yan dare to do such a thing?
Perhaps no one expected him to be so bold, so absolutely no one was on guard against him, not even Gu Huaichen himself managed to dodge in time. The wine-red liquid flowed down the man’s stern face just like that, eventually dripping from his jawline onto his white shirt, and even onto his suit.
“President Gu!” Assistant Chen, standing beside the man, finally reacted and reached out to capture the innocent-looking Xie Yan. Never would he have thought that Xie Yan would easily dodge away. Assistant Chen felt a momentary flash of astonishment, but he didn’t dwell on it much longer and stopped trying to deal with Xie Yan. Instead, he took out a handkerchief, wanting to wipe it clean for his big boss.
However, the peerlessly handsome man had already taken out a handkerchief himself to wipe away the liquid on his face, his gaze resting coldly on Xie Yan. Noticing that gaze which seemed capable of killing, Xie Yan’s eyes curved upward, a faint smile hanging on his face, not the least bit intimidated by the terrifying presence exuding from the other man.
Gu Huaichen’s fingers holding the handkerchief paused slightly, and then he said in a cold voice, “I don’t want to see him again.” Because of those very words, amidst the crowd’s gossiping and gloating gazes, Xie Yan was driven out of the banquet hall, becoming the laughing stock in everyone’s conversations.
Xie Yan didn’t offer any resistance either, simply following the staff’s urging to leave this bizarre place. He needed to find a place to sort things out. Behind him, the continuous sounds of a man and a woman apologizing faintly lingered.
The place he found was right beneath a tree outside the main entrance. Squatting down right there, he began to ponder the meaning of life. Everything before his eyes was completely unfamiliar to Xie Yan, and he curiously looked around his surroundings.
[Host, the plot has already been sent to you. I hope you will work hard and change the original owner’s cannon-fodder fate.] A round little creature drifted out from between Xie Yan’s brows, looking just like a white egg.
“What kind of little monster are you?” Xie Yan reached out and grabbed this strange-looking little thing. Oh, it could even be squeezed flat!
[Host, I am the Cannon Fodder Counterattack System Number Ten, not some little monster!] The system’s virtually generated body could only be seen and touched by its bound host. The round system was grabbed by the young man’s slender, jade-white fingers and casually squeezed, as if he had found some fun new toy.
Xie Yan rested his chin in one hand while his other hand firmly grasped what he considered to be a little monster. “System? Never heard of it.” Thinking of himself as a demon seed nurtured by heaven and earth, what hadn’t he seen or heard of? But a host, a system… he really had never heard of those. (Note: ellipses inside dialogue removed and replaced with a semicolon). “System? Never heard of it.” Thinking of himself as a demon seed nurtured by heaven and earth, what hadn’t he seen or heard of? But a host, a system; he really had never heard of those.
[Let me reintroduce myself. I am the Cannon Fodder Counterattack System Number Ten, and you are my host. You need to complete missions in order to leave this small world and return to the world you originally came from.]
Having struggled to no avail, the system grew tired and simply lay flat, letting itself be squeezed. “Oh.” Xie Yan’s response was extremely cold; returning or not returning didn’t seem all that important to him.
[Host! Do you want to receive the original plot now?] “Mm.” Xie Yan released his grip, and Number Ten took the opportunity to break free from those evil fingers.
The original owner was also named Xie Yan, originally the pampered young master of a wealthy family. But at the age of sixteen, it was discovered that he was merely a fake young master who had been swapped at birth, while the real young master was his classmate, Lin Ran. From that point on, the original owner’s tragic life began.
The original owner had a childhood sweetheart, and furthermore, he liked this childhood sweetheart very much, but the childhood sweetheart only liked the real young master. This in itself wasn’t a huge problem, but the issue was that while the sweetheart liked the real young master, he simultaneously belittled and stepped on the original owner, causing the original owner to constantly sink into self-doubt. Consequently, his temper grew increasingly eccentric, making him disliked by everyone around him—a pure scumbag Gong. (Wait, let’s remove the dash here). Consequently, his temper grew increasingly eccentric, making him disliked by everyone around him, making him a pure scumbag Gong.
Later, the real young master entered into a marriage alliance with the Gu family, a top-tier prestigious family. Grief-stricken, the scumbag Gong once again remembered his spare-tire fake young master. The original owner was also a complete fool prone to love-brain, actually thinking that the scumbag Gong truly liked him, and thus foolishly allowed himself to be toyed with in the palm of the other’s hand.
“Hmph, why is he also named Xie Yan?” Seeing the plot reach this point, Xie Yan furrowed his handsome brows, feeling displeased in his heart. Even knowing that it wasn’t him, watching someone who bore the exact same name as him do such stupid things still made him unhappy. He was, after all, a born demon seed and the supreme leader of all demons.
[Of course it’s so the host can better immerse yourself. No other system has this function; only I, who won the Excellent System Award, have it oh.] With that full-of-pride tone and voice, if it only had hands, it would probably have had them shoved into its pockets while tilting its head upward at a 45-degree angle to gaze at the sky. Unfortunately, it was merely a system with a round body!
What greeted it was a light flick from a finger, sending the system rolling a full circle in midair. [Ouch!] [Host, how can you bully the system!] [I am a gold-medal system, after all! The hosts who want to bind with me could line up all the way to the God Realm space!]
Number Ten mumbled with dissatisfaction; which of its previously bound hosts hadn’t been desperate to treat it like royalty? Chirping on and on, annoying to death. Xie Yan pulled out a piece of ragged cloth from goodness knows where and tied the little white egg up tightly.
[Mmm-mmm!] There is no justice, a system’s life is so hard! The world finally grew quiet again. Xie Yan continued to read the rest of the plot.
Good times never lasted long; the real young master’s marriage alliance partner got into a car accident, resulting in paralyzed legs. From then on, he could only use a wheelchair, and it was rumored that his functioning in that department had also run into problems. Upon learning this news, the scumbag Gong perked up again, once more approaching the real young master with deep affection to pour out his love.
Faced with this persistent pursuit, the already hesitant real young master struggled for two days before readily agreeing to date him, completely disregarding the fact that he was still bound by a marriage engagement. However, to avoid implicating himself and his family, the scumbag Gong came up with a malicious trick: having the original owner seduce that disabled eldest Young Master Gu.
How could the original owner, who deeply loved the scumbag Gong, possibly agree? So the scumbag Gong lied to him, claiming that it was the disabled eldest Young Master Gu who was forcing him, and that for the sake of the family, he had no choice but to push the original owner away. Believing it to be true, the original owner pointed right at eldest Young Master Gu’s face and cursed him out at a banquet hosted by the Gu family.
In the end, the Gu family flew into a rage, dissolving the engagement with the real young master of the Xie family. To shirk responsibility, the Xie family pushed the original owner out as a scapegoat. The real young master successfully broke off the engagement and suffered zero consequences because he had always maintained a gentle and kind persona in front of others. Afterward, he even staged a hunger strike over the broken engagement, making everyone believe he was the one who had been wronged and dragged down by association.
As a result, the disabled eldest Young Master Gu gave the real young master a lot of support and assistance, allowing him to smoothly take over the Xie family business and make the enterprise grow larger and larger. The original owner was driven out of the Xie family, and because he had offended the Gu family, he hit walls everywhere he turned. In the end, he could only go work on a construction site moving bricks, and within a few years, he worked himself to death from exhaustion on the site.
Until the day he died, the original owner never knew that aside from the Gu family’s influence, the ones pushing him into walls everywhere in his job search were actually the scumbag Gong and the real young master pulling strings behind the scenes. The original owner died of exhaustion from brick-moving, while the scumbag Gong inherited the family business and held a century wedding with the real young master, living a happy and fulfilling life until the end of their days.
Having finished reading the plot, Xie Yan fell into deep contemplation. Could these two pieces of trash actually become the sons of destiny of a small world? He couldn’t understand it, but he was utterly shocked.