I Look Strong, but My Tastes Are Bizarre [Quick Transmigration]

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I've Been a Ghostly Reaper for Years

Transmigrated into a Manga as a Rich Person

[Blurb]

Su Ran: What's our specific mission?

System: Every protagonist needs an enemy who teaches him to grow on the road to success.

You can use any means, including but not limited to humiliation, suppression, smearing his name, and showing contempt, to spur the protagonist on to work hard and reach the pinnacle of life.

In return, we receive Humiliation Points.

Su Ran: What are Humiliation Points for?

System: They can be exchanged for points at a one-to-one rate, and spent in the shop.

Su Ran O(∩_∩)O: Got it √ (Humiliation Points = points = cash)

A worker works with all their heart. Even if they die on the job, their soul keeps working.

System 888 and its work-loving, money-loving Host Su Ran begin a diligent (and tireless wool-shearing) transmigration journey.

1. The Fallen Deposed Crown Prince Is My Little Pet

Su Ran spent fifteen years defending the country, commanding a million troops and ruling over forty-one provinces, standing as an equal to the court of the Great Zhao Dynasty. Everyone knew that Prince of Zhenbei Su Ran held immense power, showed no regard for the emperor, and lorded it over the court, while the ministers could do nothing about it.

As crown prince, Song Qiyuan had useless maternal relatives and no allies in the palace. For twenty-eight years, he had trodden as if on thin ice, never forming factions or daring to make a misstep. Yet he still could not escape the treachery of power. Caught in a conspiracy, he was deposed and confined to the Imperial Clan Court.

Su Ran needed to get the fallen crown prince out of the Imperial Clan Court so he could shear him for more wool. He looked at Song Qiyuan, who knelt at his knees, lashes wet with tears, ears like luminous pearls, and a beautiful, pale neck. He was in a wretched, vulnerable state.

Su Ran's expression: Confused and conflicted.jpg.

Su Ran's thoughts: M-make him cry!

With nowhere else to turn, Song Qiyuan had placed his last hope in the Prince of Zhenbei, casting all his dignity to the ground as he pleaded,