This time, I refuse to believe in fate

After finishing his meal, Lin Yu, as usual, prepared to head to the convenience store to buy a sweet drink. On the way, he pondered a question—one concerning the second female lead.

Thanks to the four-day break from the Mid-Autumn Festival and Sunday, Lin Yu's mind had recovered to a fairly good state. Over these past few days of intense brainstorming, he had recalled more fragmented memories about the second female lead and confirmed that there were indeed two explicit scenes involving her.

The first scene was, naturally, the kind everyone would enjoy.

"Miss, surely you wouldn’t want your sweet and adorable little brother to get bullied at school, would you?"

As for the second scene—the one that had left Lin Yu with deep psychological scars—he could only recall a few key details.

First, the second explicit scene didn’t involve the stereotypical "blonde-haired antagonist."

Second, the male lead in this scene wasn’t the second female lead’s canon love interest either.

In other words, the protagonist of this second scene was a complete nobody.

Who was he? What did he do? Why would he do such a thing to the second female lead? Lin Yu had no clue.

Perhaps the doujinshi had briefly mentioned the man’s identity or motives, but back then, Lin Yu had been in a hurry and hadn’t paid much attention to those small lines of text. As a result, he was now completely in the dark about this character.

One thing, however, remained clear in Lin Yu’s memory—the second scene’s theme was assault.

And so, a dilemma presented itself.

Should he intervene?

Lin Yu stroked his chin, utterly torn.

If he didn’t do anything, it would be a betrayal of his identity as the moderator of the "Pure Love Forum."

If you stood by and watched a "netorare" (NTR) event unfold right before your eyes, then what kind of "Pure Love Forum" moderator were you? Might as well go play with goblins!

But if he did intervene… how?

Lin Yu scratched his head in frustration.

He knew nothing about the man—his identity, his motives, or even when and why he would act.

How could he possibly stop it?

It wasn’t like he could glue himself to the second female lead’s side 24/7 to protect her.

Didn’t he still have college to attend?

What worried Lin Yu the most, however, was the unspoken force of fate.

Not long ago, his life had completely diverged from the original "blonde antagonist’s" trajectory. And yet, just like the original character, he had ended up at that small tavern at noon on that exact day, meeting the second female lead, who had come to confront him about her younger brother.

The scene of their encounter—even the angle of their gazes—had perfectly mirrored the manga panels, down to the most chilling detail.

It felt as though an invisible hand was orchestrating everything, pushing events to unfold exactly as they had in the original hentai manga.

If such an unseen force truly existed in this world, silently pulling the strings…

Did that mean that no matter whether Lin Yu wanted to save the second female lead or not, no matter how hard he tried, she would still be assaulted by that nameless nobody under the so-called "arrangements of fate"?

Just like how, no matter how much he deviated from the blonde antagonist’s path, he had still ended up meeting the second female lead at the tavern.

The thought made cold sweat break out on Lin Yu’s forehead.

An inescapable fate?

What kind of bullshit was that?!

...

Wait—no!

Lin Yu suddenly realized there was one variable in all of this: himself!

Fate might force him to meet the four female leads in predetermined ways, but he could still choose not to engage in the hentai manga’s events with them.

So what if fate manipulated their meetings?

As long as Lin Yu’s soul resided in this blonde antagonist’s body, none of the depraved events tied to the original character would ever come to pass!

Lin Yu stroked his chin, a bold idea forming in his mind.

What if…

He fought back against this so-called "fate"?

What if he tried to help the second female lead escape her tragic destiny?

As he mulled it over, Lin Yu’s gaze gradually hardened.

Screw it!

This time, he’d give it a shot!

Let’s see what this damn "fate" was really made of!

If it dared to pull any NTR nonsense in front of the "Pure Love Forum" moderator, he’d rip out its fangs even if it were the goddamn Jade Emperor himself!

Lost in thought, Lin Yu had unknowingly arrived at the school convenience store. After buying a three-yuan bottle of soda, he headed back to the classroom, still brainstorming ways to save the second female lead.

As he walked, lost in contemplation, he suddenly spotted an eerily familiar face.

It wasn’t Tang Manman or any other character from the hentai manga—this was someone who felt only vaguely familiar.

No, this was a face that had been an integral part of Lin Yu’s short life before his transmigration.

It was the face of his best friend, Niu Dafei!

Staring at the tall, burly young man being cornered against a wall in the distance, Lin Yu could hardly believe it wasn’t actually Niu Dafei.

The resemblance was uncanny.

Height, appearance, everything—this guy was a carbon copy of the Niu Dafei from his memories.

So identical it was like someone had copy-pasted him from a computer file.

There wasn’t a single difference.

Lin Yu was still debating whether to approach and test if this guy was really Niu Dafei in disguise when one of the delinquents standing next to him suddenly lashed out with a vicious kick.

The sight made Lin Yu’s eyes nearly bulge out of his skull.

What the hell was that idiot doing?!

Kicking Niu Dafei?!

Did he have a death wish or something?!

In his past life, Lin Yu—raised in a martial arts family and trained systematically since childhood—had never feared any of his peers.

But Niu Dafei?

That guy was the exception.

And for one simple reason: his monstrous physique was downright broken.

The man was a literal human tank—high attack, insane durability.

You could punch him ten times, and he wouldn’t even flinch.

But if he punched you once?

Heh.

Consider at least one of your bones shattered—unless Niu Dafei hadn’t eaten enough that day.

Watching these scrawny delinquents (who looked like middle schoolers next to Niu Dafei) pick a fight, Lin Yu couldn’t help but sneer.

Heh.

You messed with Niu Dafei?

You’re done for.

Just wait till he snaps—he’ll rip your skulls right off your shoulders!