The plot of "Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic One Always Collapses" is incomplete.

The night was deep, and the puddles on the ground after the rain reflected the warm yellow light.

Wen Yubai carried a plastic bag from the convenience store, filled with instant noodles and bread, and walked home at a leisurely pace.

He had just finished his night shift and his clothes smelled of convenience store coffee and oden.

A cold wind blew by, and he subconsciously pulled his coat tighter around himself before walking into the dimly lit alley.

Footsteps came from ahead, accompanied by a scrutinizing gaze.

Wen Yubai glanced at him—the other person's hat was pulled low, obscuring their features.

He didn't pay much attention, but while he was working, customers would always stare at him with eyes as sticky as a snake's forked tongue.

"How disgusting," he thought.

Just as they were passing each other, a strong force suddenly pulled him away.

A sharp pain shot through my abdomen, as if it had been stabbed.

"Pfft—Pfft—"

The sound of knives piercing flesh echoed in the silent alley.

"Ugh..." After a moment of confusion, he staggered backward, clutching his stomach.

The blood seeped out and trickled down between his fingers, dripping onto the ground.

"Why...?"

He suddenly grabbed the man's wrist and looked up to see the man's face clearly.

But he was kicked away hard.

A man's murmur reached my ears.

"Go to hell, that way you won't..."

He tried to get up, but blood welled up in his throat.

Through his blurred vision, he saw the man's back as he turned and left.

The man in black at the scene of the fire two years ago is exactly the same as the one in the photo.

At the age of eighteen, he stood downstairs and watched as his home exploded and was engulfed in flames.

The parents were unrecognizable and perished in the fire.

Police said it was an accident caused by a gas leak.

But he clearly remembered seeing a man in a black hoodie walk out of the stairwell when he went downstairs to throw out the trash.

There was nothing on the surveillance footage.

Everyone said that he was mistaken.

And now, that figure has reappeared, and this time he killed him.

—Am I going to die?

But he still hasn't figured anything out...

He was unwilling to accept this.

Before darkness completely engulfed my vision, a mechanical voice rang in my mind.

[Ding—Soul strength test passed.]

[System 188, establishing connection... Binding successful.]

-

Wen Yubai suddenly opened his eyes.

All around was pitch black, with only a semi-transparent sphere of light floating in front of me, with a few faint points of light at its bottom.

Want to be resurrected?

Anthropomorphic mechanical voices came from all directions.

He looked down at his hands: they were clean, without any bloodstains, but there was still a lingering pain in his abdomen.

"What do you need me to do?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Complete the task to earn points. Approximately 10 points can be exchanged for 1 unit of energy. Once you have enough energy, I will revive you.

The answer was concise and clear, without much explanation or guidance.

"What if I refuse?"

Wen Yubai tentatively took half a step back, his feet landing on the void, which then echoed.

[Refuse?] The system's voice suddenly rose, laced with sarcasm.

If it weren't for your unwavering determination breaking through the barriers of this world, how could I have chosen you when you were on the verge of death? Don't get me wrong, you chose me!

Wen Yubai raised an eyebrow. This system seemed unstable, even harboring resentment?

He reached out and touched the ball of light; his fingertips felt icy cold.

"Looks like you're in trouble too."

System 188 complained: "If that traitor hadn't plotted to severely injure me, how could I have ended up in such a lowly world?"

The sphere of light flickered violently, and silver specks of light flew everywhere.

Once I contact the Supreme God, I will absolutely reduce that guy to dust.

"So the purpose of collecting energy is to connect with the so-called main god." Wen Yubai quickly clarified the logic.

[It's also to resurrect you.]

"How much energy is needed?"

See this ball of light? Filling half of it, roughly 50 points, will allow me to contact the main god.

"It's a pleasure to work with you then. Tell me about the task you mentioned."

There is no other choice now; if Wen Yubai wants revenge, he has to live.

I've already died once, so I have nothing left to lose.

The system remained silent for a few seconds, seemingly surprised that he agreed so readily.

【It's a pleasure working with you.】

There are many types of tasks, the most common being role-playing. In many fictional worlds, to conserve energy, not all characters are meticulously designed; some even lack what you call a soul.

They will only act according to the will of the world, but there will be exceptions. For example, some may awaken and, not wanting to be a supporting character, choose to leave the world.

To prevent the plot from collapsing, the world's will will cooperate with our Quick Transmigration Bureau, issuing missions and providing rewards.

This is just one possibility; other possibilities include missing plot points, unauthorized intrusion, or a character's character deteriorating.

However, with my current access level, I don't have access to these advanced tasks.

"I understand now, let's begin the mission."

【become.】

188's energy is depleted, the permission module is corrupted, and it can no longer be as selective as before.

Having accepted a recent global commission, he passed it on to Wen Yubai.

[Teleporting to the quest world.]

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[Beep, transmission successful.]

[Current Task: Play the role of the vicious senior brother in a cultivation romance novel, driving the main plot forward. Do not deviate excessively from the character's established traits.]

I'll send you the plot details.

"it is good."

A flood of information rushed into his mind, and Wen Yubai rubbed his forehead to process it.

It's hard to say.

He had read some novels, but never this strange type.

The protagonist, Chu Mingyuan, is a chosen one who was born a beggar. He was taken in as a disciple by Qingheng Immortal Venerable of Xuantian Sect and entered the sect, where he frequently showed his talent.

The senior disciple he plays is extremely jealous of Chu Mingyuan, who is born with a sword bone, because he secretly loves his master Xie Linchen. He repeatedly tries to frame Chu Mingyuan.

Chu Mingyuan remained silent and patient, but unexpectedly, he was betrayed by his senior brother during a training exercise, his sword bones were destroyed, and he was pushed off a cliff.

Severely injured, he was rescued by the second male lead, the Demon Lord. In order to take revenge, Chu Mingyuan fell into the demonic path and became the confidant of the Demon Lord Ye Lanxuan. He hid his identity and returned to the Xuantian Sect, revealing Wen Yubai's true colors and personally crippling him.

This is still a normal male-oriented novel.

Later, Chu Mingyuan stole the Heavenly Key. To avenge Chu Mingyuan, the Demon Lord plotted to frame Wen Yubai. The Xuan Tian Sect Master was furious and wanted to execute him.

The dying Wen Yubai was rescued by Qingheng Immortal Venerable, which angered Chu Mingyuan, who began to take revenge on Xie Linchen. The two began a bittersweet romance, while the second male lead, the Demon Venerable, also realized his feelings and attempted to force himself on Xie Linchen. The three became entangled...

As for Wen Yubai, not long after he was rescued, he was killed by a demonic cultivator who was his enemy, and his body was left to rot in the wilderness.

"This plot..."

Wen Yubai rubbed his temples, utterly shocked. "This is outrageous."

[It's nothing unusual.]

To help you better immerse yourself in the story, we've used your actual appearance and name.

[One more thing: although this is a declining intermediate world, it's best not to deviate too much from your character's established persona, otherwise being ostracized by the world will be very troublesome.]

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful suction force came from the soles of his feet.

Wen Yubai's soul left the transfer station, and at the same time, fragments of the original owner's memories flashed through his mind at an extremely high speed.

To be honest, it was like watching a movie.

At this point in the story, the protagonist's sword bone has been destroyed, and he has been pushed off a cliff.

When Wen Yubai opened his eyes again, the blinding sunlight made him squint.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, holding a blood-stained sword in his hand.

At his feet, a blood-soaked boy stared intently at him, his eyes like poisoned knives.

Wen Yubai looked at his blood-stained hands, then at the dying Chu Mingyuan.

After a few seconds of silence, he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and slowly wiped his hands.

To Chu Mingyuan, who was lying on the ground severely injured, this was blatant disgust.

One second, this person used a sword to destroy his dantian meridians; the next second, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, as if he had touched something filthy.

Does he see even blood as dirty?

"Senior brother, why?"

His constant forbearance only resulted in his senior brother wanting to kill him.

"You're in my way."

A seemingly casual remark struck Chu Mingyuan's heart.

He suddenly laughed, a hoarse laugh, his eyes surging with intense hatred.

"Wen Yubai, you'd better not let me live."

Wen Yubai was too lazy to waste words, so he raised his foot and kicked the person down cleanly.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down, until the figure disappeared into the mist.

According to the plot, Chu Mingyuan will meet the second male lead, the Demon Lord, at the bottom of the cliff.

Chu Mingyuan's figure plummeted rapidly, but his eyes remained fixed on him.

On the cliff, the man, dressed in white stained with blood, stood like a plum blossom in the snow, aloof and cold.

In reality, it's rotten to the core.

Chu Mingyuan thought that if he could live, he would definitely fold down this lofty winter plum blossom with his own hands.

It fell to the ground and was crushed into the mud.