1: Chapter 1 is over. Am I destined to be a villain who doesn't even survive past chapter 100?
My head hurts.
It felt as if someone had smashed his temples with a battering ram; the excruciating, hangover-like pain forced Qin Yuan's consciousness to struggle out of a chaotic void.
What met his eyes was an unfamiliar ceiling.
It was a chandelier pieced together from thousands of Austrian crystals, its design luxurious and intricate, the refracted light even somewhat blinding.
Qin Yuan's eyes rolled with difficulty as he surveyed his surroundings.
This was not his thirty-square-meter rented apartment.
This was... the presidential suite of the top-tier Sofitel Hotel in Jiangzhong City.
The kind that offered a panoramic view of the bustling nightscape of most of Jiangzhong City.
"How... could I be here?"
Qin Yuan struggled to sit up from the ridiculously large Simmons mattress, rubbing his throbbing temples, his mind a complete mush.
He only remembered that he had been pulling an all-nighter to finish his manuscript last night, while also catching up on a brainless power fantasy novel titled "Urban Dragon King Divine Doctor."
And yet, with one blink, he had changed maps?
He stumbled to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the bustling city below, a handsome yet utterly unfamiliar face clearly reflected in the glass.
Sword-like brows, star-like eyes, and a high-bridged nose.
Yet, between those brows, there was always an indelible arrogance and imperiousness.
An arrogance etched into his very bones, the kind that made anyone who saw it want to stomp on him twice.
"Is this... me?"
Qin Yuan subconsciously touched his face; the sensation was incredibly real.
Just then, a massive torrent of memories that did not belong to him rushed violently into his mind like a bursting dam!
"Argh—!"
Qin Yuan let out a pained grunt, clutching his head tightly with both hands, feeling as if his entire skull was about to be torn apart.
The twenty-two years of life memories belonging to the "Young Master of the Qin Family in Jiangzhong," Qin Yuan, were forcibly poured in.
Luxury cars, beautiful women, parties, and unbridled extravagance.
And... an imminent, deeply humiliating death.
A few minutes later, the memory fusion was complete.
Qin Yuan slumped onto the expensive Persian rug, drenched in cold sweat, his eyes filled with shock and terror.
He finally understood the situation.
He had transmigrated.
And, as luck would have it, he had transmigrated right into the novel he read last night, "Urban Dragon King Divine Doctor."
He had become the top-tier, doomed villain in the book who shared his name, the one who jumped out at the very beginning to fight the protagonist for a woman, only to be slapped in the face repeatedly, see his family go bankrupt, and finally die miserably on the street before reaching chapter one hundred!
"Damn it, no way, right?"
The corners of Qin Yuan's mouth twitched wildly; he felt as if the sky had collapsed.
According to the original plot, today was the turning point in his life as a villain, and also the beginning of his downfall.
Today was the engagement banquet between him and the number one beauty of Jiangzhong City, the ice-cold CEO Su Qingxue.
And in just a few hours, the Child of Destiny of this book, the divine doctor Ye Chen, who had just returned from the Kunlun Mountains, would kick open the doors of the banquet hall.
Then, in front of all the powerful figures in Jiangzhong, he would declare that Su Qingxue was his woman, and then use his unfathomable martial arts to trample this "frail" rich second-generation heir under his feet and ruthlessly crush him.
From then on, he, Qin Yuan, would become the laughingstock of all Jiangzhong City, walking step by step toward destruction.
"No, I cannot just sit here and wait for death!"
Qin Yuan stood up abruptly.
Run away?
No, the Qin Family held absolute power in Jiangzhong; where could he run to?
Hire bodyguards to kill Ye Chen?
Even worse! That is the Child of Destiny, who comes with an intelligence-lowering aura and a health-locking cheat; sending more cannon fodder would just be delivering heads.
Then what should he do?
Was he really going to just watch himself become a stepping stone for the protagonist?
Just as Qin Yuan was burning with anxiety, a cold, emotionless, mechanical voice rang out crisply in his mind.
"Ding! Detected strong will to survive from the host, [god-level favor system] has been activated, binding in progress..."
"Binding successful!"
Before Qin Yuan's eyes, a light blue, transparent screen that only he could see instantly appeared.
[Host: Qin Yuan]
[Identity: A cannon fodder villain destined not to last a hundred chapters]
[Current Favor Points: 100 points (Newbie Gift Pack)]
[System Function: This system can materialize "social favors." The host can earn Favor Points by solving problems for others, intercepting the opportunities of the Child of Destiny, and other methods.]
[Uses of Favor Points: Can be exchanged for an "unconditional intervention" opportunity from a top-tier figure in a specified field. The higher the Favor Points, the higher the level of the figure that can be exchanged, and the stronger the effect.]
Qin Yuan stared blankly at the introduction on the screen for a full half minute.
Then, a wave of wild joy surged into his heart!
A system!
The standard cheat for transmigrators, it had arrived!
And this system... was practically tailor-made for his current dead end!
Compete in martial arts with the Child of Destiny? That was something only an idiot would do.
Ye Chen possessed the heaven-defying medical skills and ancient martial arts passed down from the Kunlun Mountains.
And I, Qin Yuan, have the top-tier family background as the son of Jiangzhong's richest man, and terrifying connections throughout the province!
In this society that values social favors and background, having hard fists sometimes really isn't as effective as having money and power.
"Interesting, very interesting..."
Qin Yuan's breathing gradually steadied, and the terror and panic in his eyes were replaced by a flame called "excitement."
He walked to the massive walk-in closet and casually tore off the wrinkled bathrobe he was wearing.
In the mirror, his perfect physique, comparable to a top-tier male model, was reflected.
He leisurely selected a handmade, custom Armani haute couture suit, then took a Patek Philippe Celestial watch worth ten million from its box and carefully put it on.
When he adjusted his tie and looked up again.
The eyes of the man in the mirror had completely changed.
They were no longer filled with the hollow arrogance of the original owner, but with a cold and playful scrutiny, like a hunter eyeing its prey.
"Ding-dong."
The doorbell rang, and the respectful voice of Butler Chen came from outside the door.
"Young Master, the guests have all arrived; the engagement banquet is about to begin."
Qin Yuan looked into the mirror and pulled off a perfect, evil, charming smile that belonged to a villain.
He slowly turned around and, surrounded by a group of black-clad bodyguards with mountain-like physiques and dead, hollow eyes, pushed open the heavy solid wood door of the presidential suite.
Outside the door was the long corridor leading to the banquet hall downstairs; at the end of the corridor lay his fated slaughterhouse.
But this time, who was the hunter and who was the prey remained to be seen.
Qin Yuan strode forward with long legs, his leather shoes making no sound as they stepped on the soft carpet, but his eyes flashed with the excitement of the hunt.
"A divine doctor coming down from the mountain? Today, I will let you know what true social influence is!"