A Cannon-Fodder Scoundrel's Guide to Starting Over

[Quick transmigration + a touch of universal adoration + comeback + no fixed pairing]

This is a new writer’s first story, so please be kind, dear readers. (Please, start from the fourth small world. The earlier parts really don’t make sense, and I’d like to deny that I wrote them.)

Well, the moment I opened my eyes, I’d become a love scammer, and then I was blown to pieces. Very tiny pieces, the kind that leave you as a shredded mess. I finally managed to fuse enough pieces together to keep one soul alive, only for the System to take advantage of me and trick and abduct me all over again. Faced with a fate where refusing meant getting wiped out, I could only decide through my tears to play a cannon-fodder role in different small worlds.

You want to know my name?

I don’t know, but right now it’s Shen Jiayi. I’m a hapless guy who can’t do his job well and doesn’t want to work anyway.

Worlds:

[1] A scholar’s servant in a farming family during the imperial examinations

[2] The leader of a street gang who loves cooking

[3] A Casanova who falls for someone of the same sex while dating online

[4] An insectoid dating show: What am I, anyway? (I recommend starting here. I had no outline for the earlier parts, and they ended up a mess.)

[5] The right way to become the apocalypse’s universally adored heartthrob

To be decided...