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!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
