Chapter 1, Becoming a Player

【You are a philandering Omega, raising an alpha that’s like an ocean, but recently the fish in that ocean seem a little restless.】

【Just now, that young crown prince used an unmistakably nonrefusable tone to demand that you attend the enthronement ceremony three months later with him as the future crown princess.】

【But an hour ago, you received a call from the most powerful grand duke in the interstellar world, and the other party casually invited you, as his fiancée, to attend a banquet for his close friend with him.】

【What is even more unfortunate is that the banquet the grand duke is going to attend is the very one the media tycoon you said goodnight to specially arranged on his private island in order to announce his relationship with you.】

【Although all of the above is headache-inducing, in your eyes, someone who has seen every kind of storm and wave does not think much of it. The most terrifying thing is that they have already……】

“What is this?”

Cicadas cried faintly in the distance outside the window. In the quiet library, there was a faint scent of books and wood, and soft, tranquil light filtered through the white gauze curtain and spilled over the sandalwood-colored table.

Bo Yu looked at the words on the paper tucked between the pages of the book.

Although he recognized every character, once they were strung together, he no longer understood them.

Why was this “you” simultaneously dating N big shots, putting himself into such a low-level crisis?

“Live-action RPG love game.” A low, clear voice answered him softly.

“RPG?”

“Role-playing game, role-playing game.”

Bo Yu looked up and saw that, at some point, a thin, tall young man had sat across from him. His bangs were a little long, covering part of his brows and eyes, but they still could not hide the beauty of his face.

“Is this yours?” Bo Yu asked, pointing at the paper tucked into the book.

The young man gave an almost imperceptible nod.

“I’ll give you the paper, can you let me have this book?”

The young man did not speak, only lifting his head slightly and looking at him quietly. Even in such a languid, indifferent state, he still made one unable to stop marveling at his beauty, unable to guess what his face would look like once his bangs were brushed up.

This book was clearly the first thing the young man had taken and placed on the table. Since the other party was unwilling to part with it, Bo Yu had no choice but to offer it back. “People usually don’t read this kind of book very much.”

“Because it’s needed for this afternoon’s lecture, you can take it after you see me leave and after the lecture ends.” The young man did not take it, and said that.

Bo Yu paused slightly, but still pushed the book over. “Then forget it.”

The young man did not spare the pushed-over book a single glance. His fingers slid into his hair and casually lifted the carefully styled bangs, revealing an extremely eye-catching face, and he silently watched Bo Yu leave.

Bo Yu was a perfumer. The perfumes he blended were extremely polarizing, loved by those who liked them, who praised him as a genius and called him a miracle. Those who hated them could not bear them, claiming that the perfume’s afterscent made them feel as if they were trapped in a daytime nightmare, and viewing him as Satan.

During this period, in order to find inspiration and break through his bottleneck, Bo Yu rarely stopped to return to the country for a vacation, and by accident was pulled along to attend his alma mater’s lecture.

Of course, the public explanation was that he had been specially invited as a famous alumnus.

Bo Yu did not like this sort of occasion where he had to exchange pleasantries with many people, so he deliberately stayed in the library until now, calculated that there were still ten minutes left before the start time, and entered the auditorium right on schedule.

Just like how he had always gone to and from class on the dot in the past.

The back door of the library led to the auditorium, and from the third floor down there was a long flight of stairs. The paving stones beneath the stairs had a pattern like white fine sand, and under the sweltering afternoon heat, the bleaching sunlight, and the lush green shade, it gave one the illusion of being on a tropical beach.

Bo Yu was thinking about how many people below would doze off during the lecture when he belatedly realized that the sensation under his feet seemed a little off, as if he were really stepping on soft sand.

Unknowingly, the ever-continuous cicadas in the distance and the scent of camphor trees in the wind vanished.

Realizing this, Bo Yu paused and looked around.

What he saw was that the campus, which should have been quiet and shaded with green in front of him, had turned into an endless expanse of blue sea.

He was standing on a beach. A cool sea breeze blew toward him. Not far behind him, under coconut trees, there was a crowd enjoying the seaside scenery. Farther back stood a white-and-blue villa, and servants around it busily weaved through the crowd. Clearly, this was the banquet scene on a private island.

He looked down at himself. The formal suit and shirt he had originally prepared for the lecture were gone, replaced by an expensive beach formal outfit that appeared simply tailored, but in fact had every detail cut in a very scheming way.

Bo Yu subconsciously raised a hand to adjust his glasses, trying to hide the emotions that were not at all calm at the moment, but then paused slightly.

The gold-rimmed frame on the bridge of his nose was gone.

This was an essential item for him whenever attending occasions with many people, something he would absolutely never forget.

Only then did he realize, after the fact, that not only were his glasses gone, the bag in his hand was gone too.

A servant passed by him and handed him a glass of pale gold liquor, saying respectfully, “Mr. Bo, the master is preparing a surprise for you. He’ll be here very soon, so please be sure to wait patiently for a moment.”

Bo Yu took the liquor and drank it with a frown.

The true taste of ice-cold champagne stimulated his brain, telling him that everything before his eyes was not an illusion.

But what exactly was going on?

Where was the library? Where was the school?

He had been at the back door of the library, less than one hundred meters from the auditorium, and in an instant had arrived on some island?

Something must have happened in between, it was just that he had not yet figured it out.

In the sea breeze, a sheet of paper flew over with the wind, like Bo Yu’s own subtly disordered mood at this moment.

He subconsciously reached out and caught it.

The paper looked very familiar. It said, ——

【You are a philandering Omega, raising an alpha that’s like an ocean, but recently the fish in that ocean seem a little restless.】

In that instant, a strange thought flashed through his mind.

...Attend a close friend’s banquet as a fiancée... private island... announce a relationship... beach... sea breeze... surprise...

“Hm?”

No matter how he looked at this situation, it was a bit like the player’s crash scene in this RPG game framework?

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“Your Highness, h-he really appeared, at that person’s private banquet.” Trembling hands, a heavy voice.

In the room, the luxurious decorations on the walls and dome had an old, historically accumulated splendor.

But the surrounding furnishings were very modern. For example, an antique table that should have been in a museum, and behind it, a luxurious and comfortable swivel chair that was completely out of place with the table and the room as a whole.

The chair had its back to the person speaking. Hanging beside the armrest was a long-fingered hand, the fingers neatly trimmed and smooth, at a glance clearly one raised in comfort.

This was a young person’s hand, but at this moment it hung listlessly. Its owner seemed like a lazy, proud big cat, or like someone who was in such extreme depression that he looked as if he were on the verge of death.

There was only one incongruity, that hand was pinching a milk chocolate sesame bar.

From behind the chair came the sound of something like biscuits being bitten apart, crack, crack.

“He actually dared to treat Your Highness like this!”

The listless young voice was calm and flat without the slightest rise or fall. “I think so too.”

“Is there still a need to proceed according to plan...” The confidant forcefully suppressed his grief and indignation, and lowered his head even more respectfully, removing his glasses to wipe the corners of his eyes, thinking about how to deal with that young man who dared to openly betray the crown prince, and the wedding ceremony that would need to be canceled afterward. Their crown prince was truly too pitiful, for his first love to encounter such an absolute scumbag.

On the chair, that hand that seemed as weak as though it were critically ill slowly clenched, as if its owner had finally been unable to restrain the emotions in his heart and had made up his mind, exerting so much force that the knuckles turned white and trembled slightly.

“It is too much indeed, to actually make me wait three months. Darling must have thought it was too long too, which is why he didn’t choose me. Otherwise... I should just ascend the throne early?” The young voice was spoiled and innocent, yet there was no anger a man ought to have after being cheated on, as he spoke carelessly while biting the sesame bar.

The confidant looked at the cheated-on crown prince in shock and confusion, not understanding what he meant, jumping from being cheated on to staging a coup.

“Then... now is it... coup, coup... or... mar... marr...”

The young fingers instantly crushed the sesame bar, murderous, proud, and displeased. “Is that even a question? How can the future empress appear in such a position? Disappear! It must disappear! This sesame bar tastes pretty good, want some?”

“Dis... disappear?”

The confidant took the half-broken sesame bar and helplessly gestured with it, sinking into confusion over the crown prince’s command. Was this asking him to “invite” the person back from the banquet, or, he blankly took a bite of the sesame bar, crack, implying that he should make that young man completely disappear from this world?

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“Grand duke, that person has appeared directly on the beach. It seems the other side has already made a choice.”

The secretary did his best to keep his voice devoid of any personal emotion and tried his utmost to reduce his own sense of presence.

No one understood better than he did just how sharp the methods of this grand duke, who had the broadest private star domain in all the interstellar world and the greatest power, were when dealing with enemies.

And that young man, the first in history to be fortunate enough to gain the grand duke’s favor, was actually so unwise. Not only did he dare to keep the grand duke in his own fishpond, he even chose someone else at a time like this.

The secretary narrowed his eyes. There was no need to think about it, the other side would definitely die horribly, horribly, horribly.

In the garden, the man was personally watering several pots of golan flowers with one hand while holding a watering can. Summer sunlight passed through the water stream and scattered. In backlight, his figure was tall and broad. The off-white casual clothes made the man’s temperament seem elegant and easygoing, but this noble elegance carried a faint air of quiet authority that made one involuntarily hold one’s breath and tense up just from looking at his back.

A low sigh.

Very light, as if exhaled from the nose, lacking desire and interest, and unable to stir up much enthusiasm.

Even though he was about to be publicly handed a green hat by his fiancée, the man did not seem to have much emotional fluctuation, and still watered the flowers one pot after another with great care.

His low voice was cool like mountain spring water, with a special patience, as if the afternoon were passing slowly and unhurriedly. “What he chooses is not important. What is important is that I generally do not make this kind of lifelong plan with people. If I do make one, then I have to carry it through to the end.”

The secretary was surprised, then suspicious. Could it be that the grand duke truly loved that young man? So much so that he was love-struck enough to endure being cheated on? Then as the secretary, he would have to solemnly reevaluate his attitude toward the young man.

The man casually handed the watering can to the side. Being distracted by future career planning did not affect the secretary’s professionalism. The elite-looking secretary immediately stepped forward respectfully, taking the watering can while handing over a towel.

After drying his fingers, the man lowered his eyes and casually glanced at his wristwatch. Backlight faintly outlined the excellent and perfect lines of his side profile, making the contours extraordinarily handsome.

The man said indifferently, in a slightly cool voice that was attentive and easygoing, “The time to attend the banquet is almost here. Go and invite my fiancée over. I have prepared a gift for him. Tell him, it is a very special gift, custom-made by me personally for him, and he will like it.”

The secretary felt a chill in his heart and thought of the last time this low, gentle tone was used to say he had prepared a gift for the other party, and the fate of those opponents who received the gift... The secretary’s hand trembled unconsciously, and he immediately bowed his head ninety degrees, not daring to look at the man’s expression at this moment.

“Yes!”

……

On the beach.

Bo Yu looked at the paper in his hand and discovered that this sheet of paper was a little different from what he had seen in the library.

【In the end, you decide to attend the banquet on the private island hosted by the media tycoon, as his lover. The guests present are all friends with whom that gentleman has a rather good personal relationship, either social elites and royal nobility, or interstellar-famous stars.
Of course, your fiancé, that grand duke with power over everything, will also be there.
But since you have made your choice, you clearly understand this point and have already made preparations to deal with it.】

Bo Yu did not understand.

“Who does this ‘you’ refer to? Me?”

His whole body felt as if he had suddenly been thrown onto the waves, knowing nothing about what he would encounter next.

This strange sense of the unknown and adventure was, for Bo Yu, who had always strictly followed life plans and absolutely never did anything beyond control or outside the things on the plan list, a very fresh experience.

It was indeed fresh, an unprecedented experience, so much so that he had been a little flustered at first.

But it did not stop him from becoming a little interested in the game on this paper.

Not bad. Although it sounded unbelievable, Bo Yu suspected that the reason he appeared here had a great deal to do with this strange RPG game that kept appearing before his eyes.

At this time, a servant walked over to him and said respectfully, “Mr. Bo, please come with me. The master has been waiting for you for a long time.”

Bo Yu looked at him, folded the paper neatly into a square, and put it into the inner pocket of his clothes.

Just right, he was also very curious who exactly this master was.

Was it the young man he met in the library?

Author’s note: I wanted to save up a lot of drafts before posting, but every time I try to save drafts, my writing efficiency gets super low. I’m a lonely little one who needs little angels to whip me into diligence~

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Upcoming: “Listen to Shizun’s Words”

Nangong Wu was a top student in science in high school, and his only hobby was reading certain cultivation novel tribulation passages on a certain site while suffering from insomnia before exams.

The day before the college entrance examination, a pirated pop-up ad appeared on the app interface. The full screen of censored words described a piece of new-era literature in which unworthy disciples committed all manner of offenses against a cold immortal lord who had failed in his ascension. It shattered his worldview, so the next day he was momentarily dazed and had an accident.

After death, he became a genius in a cultivation world, living every day just like in his previous life, going into seclusion to solve questions, taking exams, and advancing in rank. Several thousand years passed, and he steadily迎接 the ascension tribulation. Suddenly, the trashy new-era literature he had seen in his previous life flashed through his mind.

As the ninefold thunder tribulation struck down, he opened his eyes completely unharmed and heard heavenly will say: 【You are a cold immortal lord. In the future, because you will lose cultivation power while saving the world, the disciples who have coveted you for many years will finally be unable to hold themselves back and will furtively reach out to you... At the same time, those opponents you once defeated will also seize the opportunity to come seek revenge on you...】

Nangong Wu revealed a strange smile. How coincidental, it looked just like the new-era literature he had read back then.

Heavenly will: 【Those people who do this and that to you are all your destined tribulations, and they are related to whether you will ascend and attain the Dao, or fall here and now. You must not rashly harbor killing intent toward them, or it will反噬 back onto yourself a hundredfold.】

Nangong Wu nodded with dignity, his peerless beauty cold and detached, free of desire and also free of desirelessness. “I know what I should do.”

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“Good Disciple Academy” opened, and in the blink of an eye, a mysterious old man appeared in the cultivation world. With his whisk sweeping across the six domains and his sword formula clearing the eight directions, his only hobby was taking disciples. Half of the eastern continent was flattened by him. From the son of the demon emperor to the newly appointed demon lord, all were beaten once by him.

Then the instigator, with that old face that could scare ghosts into vomiting, said kindly, “Young man, your qualifications for being beaten are not good enough. This old man is afraid I cannot take you as my disciple.”

The peerlessly gifted young cultivation geniuses of all the immortal sects, for the sake of upholding the righteous path, bore humiliation and heavy burdens, and after overcoming layer upon layer of obstacles, entered his door.

They had originally wanted to dive into the tiger’s den and act on behalf of the heavens to uphold the Dao, but who would have thought that once they boarded the pirate ship they could not get off, and their daily routine became studying how to betray the sect.

Until one day, the old fellow was struck in the face by someone’s sword, the ghost-scaring old face cracked open, and the face of the world’s number one immortal lord who had long since perished was revealed.

A group of disciples knelt on the ground: “Welcome, Immortal Lord!”

At the same time, unpromising tears flowed from the corners of their mouths: Shizun is too beautiful, I want to commit an offense, what should I do?

Nangong Wu closed his eyes and smiled, ethereal and detached: If disciples want to commit an offense, it is mostly because Shizun did not teach them well. Just beat their faces ten times a day and it will be fine.

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The protagonist is unbelievably gorgeous, stunningly beautiful, everyone has a one-sided crush, 1V1.

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Preorder: “I Returned from an Infinite Flow World and Became a Top Star”

After returning from a horror infinite flow world, Ye Zun discovered that what should have been him entering a new map had unexpectedly become a return to reality.

Not only that, all of his experiences in the horror infinite flow dungeons had become the film and television dramas he had filmed.

As someone just entering the entertainment industry, he thus exploded in popularity and became a top star.

What is going on? Is this world fake, or was the experience in the Demon God Amusement Park just his imagination?

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The agent said that a few days ago while filming “404 Train Murder Case,” there was an accident on set, and Ye Zun thus suffered a concussion and experienced memory displacement.

Was that really the case?

A stalker fan was possessed by a ghost, hiding under the bed, and from time to time staging a midnight horror scene.

Filming on set was also not easy, and if one was not careful, it would connect straight through to another dimension.

Going on a slow variety show to retire, “Longing for the Countryside,” he turned it into “Longing for the Graveyard.”

“Our Journey” was turned by him into “Our Road to Death.”

“Exclusive exposure, the newly popular top star met a mysterious person at night, suspected of being a scandalous girlfriend...”

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The gossip exposure paralyzed the trending searches overnight, and the agent went crazy. “Who exactly did you meet at night?!”

Ye Zun said indifferently, “It was a ghost chasing me, not a night date.”

The agent was about to go crazy. “Can you shut up? If you tell such a lie, do you want people to say the newly popular top star is raising little ghosts? It would be better to say you and the director are Brokeback Mountain.”

Before the words had even fallen, the trending searches were paralyzed again because of a video.

In the video, the director, who was universally acknowledged to be more handsome than all the male stars in the entire entertainment industry combined by an entire galaxy, raised his brows lightly at the camera and smiled innocently. “Ah, you found out? The person who had a night rendezvous with Ye Zun was me, do you have a problem with that?”

The melon-eating crowd went wild. “No, no, we’ve already pinned down the heads of the solo fans. Top star, offer him up, do as you please!”

Ye Zun: “……”