What’s it like to transmigrate into the lowest-ranking cannon fodder in the villain faction?
Lin Yuan says: Thanks for the invite. I’m at the Dark Base, and I was just nearly killed on a mission after some idiots from the Chicken-Cow Squad dragged me down.
The good news: In my previous life, I was a veteran player who knew the plot by heart.
The bad news: I’m now a nobody the protagonist’s crew could kill in a second, Serial Number C-137, Codename “Little Chick.”
The worse news: The class system in this world is harder than iron. The aristocrats buy their ranks with piles of gold, while commoners can’t even afford a single Gulu Ball. And my immediate superior is Enzo, the madman who’s bent on breaking the class system.
Caught between the deadlock of order and freedom, Lin Yuan just wants to make it out alive.
Then he finds an injured Spark, triggers a side quest no one else can see, and catches a glimpse of ordinary people ground down by the times: their regrets, their obsessions, and that tiny light they refuse to let go out.
From then on, the cannon fodder’s fight to survive begins to stray from everyone’s script.
A friendly reminder: The villains in this story aren’t purely evil, and the good guys aren’t always right. As for what the third path might be, Lin Yuan is still looking for it himself.
