TL: Hua
System 66 floated in the main hall of the Central Management Bureau, looking at the conspicuous 60 points on the screen with a sorrowful expression on its face.
60 points. It must be last place.
Sure enough, the Main Brain turned to 06, letting out a long sigh and lamenting, “Xiao Liu[mfn]Little six[/mfn], this was your first mission, and not a difficult one. How did it end up like this?”
66: “QAQ”
It typed out a crying emoji on the screen, unable to help but whimper.
“Main Brain, I swear, I seriously completed the mission, but my previous host, he, he was really impossible to lead! QAQ”
Its previous host, Xie Yu, was a peculiar character with an eccentric way of thinking, skilled at just barely passing and feigning compliance. The system was already thanking the heavens that he managed to get 60 points.
The Main Brain sighed again: “Our duty is to maintain the normal operation of the small worlds. 60 points… well, it can barely function. But I hope you will try harder next time.”
66: “I will, but can you assign me a reliable host? Preferably one whose personality is similar to the original character in the novel.”
Xie Yu’s personality was poles apart from the original character, leading to a huge deviation in the outcome. But if the personalities were similar, there shouldn’t be any problems, right?
After this painful lesson, 66 had grown. It realized that as a rookie system, it couldn’t turn the tide alone; it needed to rely on a suitable host.
The Main Brain pondered for a moment and agreed: “I will extract keywords for you and open the matching system.”
They fell silent. Countless words flashed across the luminous blue screen simultaneously, transforming into complex data streams. The supercomputer categorized and organized the data.
In just 30 seconds, the original novel was completely dissected.
This was a sci-fi Zerg novel. The protagonist was Lane Corlett, a promising young major general of the Third Legion and the designated heir of the Corlett family. Legend had it that his silver hair was even more captivating than pure white irises, earning him the private nickname “Major General White Iris.”
At the beginning of the novel, Lane was imprisoned because of a frame-up among the nobles and was about to be exiled. As the sentence date drew nearer, Lane faced only two paths: first, offer no resistance and accept the punishment; second, curry favor with a prince in the royal family, become an attendant, and secure bail to avoid punishment, though he would be confined to the inner court forever, losing all freedom.
Lane had unfinished business, so he chose the second option.
The royal family currently had three princes. The first and second princes were notorious, while the third prince had just come of age, was in poor health, and had always lived in seclusion, with no information available about him.
Lane decided to take a gamble. He chose the Empire’s Third Prince, orchestrated a passionate night with him, and offered the Corlett family’s wealth, requesting that the Third Prince marry him.
But as the protagonist of an abusive novel, he undoubtedly lost his gamble. The Third Prince, Lin You, was promiscuous and temperamental, and after deeply marking Lane, he used pheromonal suppression to heavily exploit the Corlett family’s wealth. After toying with all of Lane’s old friends and relatives, he lost interest in him, kicking him aside and refusing to offer comfort, coldly watching Lane struggle in pain from the pheromones, unmoved.
Lane then injected himself with a serum, completely blocking the pheromonal effects at the cost of monthly excruciating pain, and ultimately died on the distant battlefield.
And after losing the support of the Corlett family, Lin You died in a power struggle.
This seemed to be a revenge story.
66 mused, “In short, Lin You is promiscuous, selfish, cold, and temperamental, right? How do I find a host like that?”
It’s quite rare to gather all three of these undesirable qualities at once.
The Main Brain’s screen flickered: “I can try to match you.”
A massive stream of data flowed through the Main Brain. A moment later, the screen froze, and an electronic voice announced, “Found one.”
“Host number 184347, promiscuous and unfaithful. According to our records, he has 328 lovers, each affectionately calling him ‘wife’ and ‘baby’.”
66’s eyes instantly lit up.
328! So promiscuous! So unfaithful! So great!
“At the same time, he is selfish and cold. According to our records, to this day, his 328 lovers have collectively spent 47,830 yuan on gifts for him, but he has not given a single one in return.”
Not a single one! So selfish! So great!
“Furthermore, he is cold-hearted and prefers emotional abuse. His favorite phrases to use with his lovers are ‘go away’ and ‘no’.”
So cold-hearted! So heartless! So great!
“Finally, he is temperamental, often saying ‘thank you’ in one sentence and telling someone to ‘go away’ in the next.”
So temperamental! So great!
What a perfectly terrible chosen one! Isn’t this a perfect match for the novel’s Lin You?
“Most importantly, he just died suddenly from staying up late. You can bind him now.”
What a perfectly delivered, ideal host!
The system made an immediate decision: “He’s the one! Please send me his data!”
—
Twenty Minutes Ago, Jinshi Garden Community
Lin You sent a “starting stream” emoji in his group chat, and the small group of 329 people instantly became lively.
“Wife, what time are you streaming tonight?”
Lin You sighed: “Nine o’clock. Don’t call me wife.”
“Okay, wife. Wife, are you streaming a horror game tonight?”
Lin You sighed: “No horror streams. I told you I’m afraid of ghosts and the dark, and don’t call me wife; I’m a pure top!”
“A pure top can also be a wife.”
“…Go away.”
“If I don’t call you wife, can I call you baby?”
“…No.”
In just a few short sentences, he had already said “no” three times and “go away” once.
After speaking in the group, Lin You skillfully started his stream, choosing a shooting game called “Interstellar War.” He was a moderately popular small streamer, not showing his face, only his hands. Because of his beautiful maneuvers, crisp headshots, and even fluid recoil control and reloading, watching him play was like watching a movie. There were almost no superfluous camera movements or actions, earning him the nickname “the most visually appealing Interstellar War player” from his fans.
Lin You had a pleasant voice and beautiful hands. As his fans became more familiar with him, they all liked to call him “wife,” and no matter how he tried to stop them, it was useless. Even when he put a “pure top” label on his homepage, his fans only got more excited.
Just then, a gift floated across the screen. Lin You thanked the sender: “Thank you to ‘Lin You, wanna try being a bottom?’ for the luxury yacht…”
After reading the name, two veins popped out on his forehead: “Go away!”
It was a bit embarrassing to admit, but even though Lin You considered himself a pure top and was inwardly convinced he could never be a bottom, his overly delicate face and overly polite personality meant that even if he sat in a gay bar with a 10:1 top-to-bottom ratio, only people of the same type would approach him.
Whenever a muscular, burly man sat next to him and whistled loudly at his a$$, Lin You felt like he was going to die.
What was even worse was that all of Lin You’s good friends, regardless of whether they were gay or straight, had already found partners, leaving Lin You all alone. While others were enjoying romantic nights and posting photos on social media to brag, Lin You could only go home and stream games. Now, every time he went to the temple to burn incense, Lin You would ask the Bodhisattva for blessings: “Please give me a sweet romance!”
When would he finally have a sweet romance with a compatible type?
Everyone else was fine, but Lin You’s fans particularly liked to poke holes in his spine, with weird usernames like “When are you going to be a bottom?” flying across the screen. Lin You felt speechless and helpless, so he could only let his fans do as they pleased.
He finished reading the gift list and started the game.
Today’s mission was to delve into a bug nest. Lin You chose a small-caliber pistol. He stealthily moved through the dark and deep underground, his nerves taut. As the bug nest grew darker, countless hoarse rustling sounds echoed around him. But Lin You was a veteran, completely undisturbed, and quickly found his objective.
He hid behind a large rock, equipped his scope, and was about to aim and shoot when a sharp pain suddenly shot through his chest. His heart began to pound erratically, and he felt dizzy, barely able to see the screen.
His vision gradually narrowed, the computer turning into a pinpoint-sized blue dot. His eyes went black, and he knew nothing more.
In a daze, a voice seemed to echo in his ear:
“Welcome, Host Lin You, to this system. This system is an ‘abusive’ NPC role-playing system. You will be playing Lin You, the promiscuous and cold Third Prince from the novel “Lost Stars.” Please carefully study the character’s persona and fulfill the novel’s plot. When your role-playing reaches 60% qualification, you will be rewarded with a chance to be reborn…”
Amidst the eerie mechanical voice, Lin You’s head throbbed. He vaguely opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a head of silky silver hair, shimmering with brilliant luster. Lin You raised his hand, and the long hair slipped through his fingers, leaving a cool sensation.
“Uh…”
There was a sound, and then his fingertips touched warm skin.
Lin You was startled.
He was holding someone in his arms, a beautiful man.
Below him was an excessively soft bed, larger than any bed Lin You had ever seen, big enough for seven or eight people to sprawl out on, like the bed of a CEO or young master from an old-fashioned romance novel. Pure white drapes hung around the bed, and the room itself was excessively large, with a ceiling height of ten meters, a size impossible for modern developers.
…A dream?
Lin You raised his hand to brush the silver hair from the man’s forehead, then quietly gasped. The face beneath the silver hair seemed to have grown exactly to his liking. His clear blue eyes brought to mind the sky and the sea. Fine beads of sweat covered his forehead, and even his upturned neck was incredibly beautiful. His physique was also perfectly within Lin You’s “strike zone,” with well-developed chest and abdominal muscles and smooth, beautiful lines in his calves, like a meticulously carved BJD doll.
Lin You thought to himself, “Could it be that the Bodhisattva thought my wish was too difficult to grant, so he just picked a perfect match for me in a dream?”
This face, this physique, these beautiful waist and calf muscles, and he’s a bottom?
He was still not quite clear-headed when the silver-haired beauty softly chuckled. He leaned close to Lin You, his voice hoarse: “Your Highness, are you satisfied with what your servant has done?”
Lin You: “…?”
Your Highness?
Role-play? Does this dream come with a script?
Seeing his silence, Lane’s expression subtly hardened, but considering his family and career, he still forced himself to endure the discomfort and rolled off the bed onto the floor.
“Your Highness.” He placed one hand over his chest and knelt on one knee, performing a standard, noble, and elegant knight’s bow: “Please allow me to offer the wealth of the Corlett family in exchange for the opportunity to remain by your side.”
Where Lin You couldn’t see, his smile completely vanished, his expression blank; only a bitter smile played on his lips.
Everyone knew male Zerg were promiscuous and unfaithful; there was no such thing as “remaining by their side.” Once deeply marked, with pheromones intertwined, Lane clearly knew his fate and was prepared to face it.
At present, he has no other choice.
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