Lin Yu's expectations were dashed. The tall, burly young man—whose name he still didn't know—did not transform into a Super Saiyan as Lin Yu had imagined, punching the bullies all the way to the moon. Instead, he stood there meekly, taking the kick without resistance, his demeanor radiating a timidity that clashed absurdly with his hulking frame.
At that moment, staring at the young man's flushed, strained face, Lin Yu finally realized with clarity: this wasn’t Niu Dafei.
The real Niu Dafei would never let himself be bullied like this.
The Niu Dafei in Lin Yu’s memory, though honest and mild-mannered, would instantly turn into an enraged bull if pushed too far, effortlessly knocking out anyone foolish enough to provoke him with a single punch or kick.
He wouldn’t cower like some oversized quail.
As the group surrounding the tall young man raised their fists again, Lin Yu couldn’t take it anymore.
Even if this guy wasn’t Niu Dafei, the fact that he looked exactly like him meant Lin Yu had to step in.
Besides, there was no way two identical-looking people had no connection at all.
Impossible!
Lin Yu took a step forward, lips parting to curse, when suddenly, a melodious yet grating tune blared through the air—the kind that could give a person a heart attack.
It just went to show:
No matter how beautiful a piece of music was, the moment it was designated as a school bell, it lost all its charm and became nothing more than an eerie, frantic death knell.
After the recent incident involving the delinquent girl’s bullying, the school had clearly cracked down on discipline.
At the sound of the pre-class bell, the group of troublemakers—clearly from the A campus—immediately forgot about the tall young man and hurried toward the school building, their fear of being late making them look more studious than the actual honor students.
What had the school done to make these delinquents so obedient?
Having skipped school for nearly half a month, Lin Yu was puzzled, but since the situation had resolved itself, he didn’t intervene further.
The unnamed tall youth dusted off the footprint on his thigh, wiped his slightly reddened eyes with his sleeve, and then followed the crowd toward the building.
Watching the young man’s slumped, lonely figure, Lin Yu felt no pity—only rising anger.
What the hell are you so scared of with a build like that?
Just freaking fight back!
With your size, even if they carved you up and divided the pieces, each chunk would be heavy enough to crush those bastards. What’s there to be afraid of?
Lin Yu couldn’t wrap his head around it.
If someone like Tang Manman—a sweet, delicate beauty—was bullied and put on a pitiful act, it would naturally stir people’s protective instincts.
But you? A hulking guy over six feet tall, getting bullied by a bunch of kids who barely cleared five-seven… and then crying about it?
I swear, I wanna punch that stupid face of yours!
Useless!
That afternoon, after three classes, Lin Yu set down his textbook during the final self-study session and pulled out his notebook again, planning how to save the second female lead.
First step: get close to her.
To protect her, he needed to establish a normal, friendly relationship and exchange contact info so she could reach him if she ever found herself in danger.
Otherwise, if he just lurked around her like a creep, forget about protecting her—he’d be lucky not to get arrested as a stalker!
Second, once they were on good terms, he had to gradually instill in her the idea that the world was a dangerous place.
He couldn’t be by her side 24/7, so the safest bet was to teach her to protect herself.
Pepper spray, anti-wolf alarms, portable stun guns—he’d get her all the essentials.
Maybe even some self-defense techniques…
Wait.
No.
Scratch that.
Those so-called "self-defense" moves might just end up being an open invitation.
Lin Yu wiped cold sweat from his forehead, recalling the "women’s self-defense" videos he’d seen in his past life.
Good lord.
After watching those, even a saint would turn into a wolf!
Finally—and this was the hardest part—he had to contend with the invisible force of fate in this ero-manga world.
Lin Yu’s expression turned serious.
To defy this unseen, intangible adversary, he would have to make choices that went against his own instincts whenever he interacted with the second female lead.
If he faced another crossroads—like the one outside the convenience store or the intersection—he’d have to pick the option he’d normally avoid.
Maybe then he could fight back against fate and free her from the destiny of being violated.
With the plan outlined, how should he execute it?
Lin Yu stroked his chin and soon landed on an idea.
His "heroic" rescues of Tang Manman had skyrocketed her affection for him. Could he use the same tactic to win the second female lead’s favor?
Given his delinquent looks—the sharp features and that ridiculous hairstyle—trying to befriend a decent girl through normal means was next to impossible.
After a brief hesitation, though he felt a twinge of shame at the idea of staging a rescue, Lin Yu decided it was necessary to save her.
Besides, it was the fastest, most effective method.
But there was an art to these "delinquent heroics."
He couldn’t overdo it and risk her developing too much attachment—that would only lead to complications later.
Better to keep it subtle.
Make sure her predicament wasn’t too dire, so his help felt more like a minor favor than a life-changing act.
She’d be grateful, but not obsessed.
Then, bit by bit, he’d drill into her the idea that the world was dangerous and she needed to stay vigilant.
At this thought, Lin Yu sighed.
If he had a choice, he’d avoid getting entangled with any of the four female leads.
But compared to watching the second lead fall into someone else’s clutches, he’d rather be the one to step in.
At least he’d go easy on her!
When self-study ended, Lin Yu didn’t bother asking the teacher for homework this time. He planned to spend the next few nights fine-tuning his "delinquent rescue" scheme.
He couldn’t afford any slip-ups during execution.
If all went well, he’d launch the plan this weekend.
No point dragging it out—who knew when that random extra might make his move?
If the guy succeeded before Lin Yu even finalized his plan, that would be one hell of a dark joke.
As for homework…
He’d deal with it later.
Operation: Save the Second Female Lead—
Commence!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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!
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.”
