The Five Alphas My Scummy B Married All Want to Kill Him [Book Transmigration]

Pei Yang transmigrated into a book. That night, he woke up in bed with five disheveled men.

When he saw the naked murderous intent in their eyes, he finally realized he had transmigrated into an interstellar ABO novel.

He had become the book's cannon-fodder Beta seventh prince, who, after failing to differentiate, had angrily married five Alphas. In the end, five villainous powerhouses threw him into the starbeast forest to feed the monkeys.

Pei Yang: "..."

Even a little macaque deserves to live.

Wasn't lying flat and enjoying life better? Why spend every day matching wits with five men?

Personal knight: "Your Highness, the prince of Baixu Star invites you to tea."

Pei Yang casually removed one of the mecha's mechanical arms. "Tell him to use less poison and get more work done, or he'll age faster."

The third prince of Baixu Star, who had just added some aconite poison: "..."

How did he know?

Personal knight: "Your Highness, the young heir of the chancellor's family wants to take you sword dancing."

Pei Yang admired the ion cannon rifle he had just finished. "Tell him not to show off his amateur skills. If he has time to kill, he should work on his abs."

The young heir of the chancellor's family, who had just planned to charm Pei Yang with his sword dancing: "..."

Who... who doesn't have abs?!

Personal knight: "Your Highness, Young Master Qi invites you to a mecha engineering seminar."

Pei Yang, currently stuck on a mecha engineering problem: "Accepted!"

At the seminar, Pei Yang took on the entire room by himself, almost turning the place upside down.

Qi Luo Chu, the down-on-his-luck heir of a noble family who had originally planned to sneak away: "..."

Why do I feel like an illiterate?

And then there were the Federation diplomat, the Empire's general, and one fiancé after another, all watching Pei Yang like hungry wolves.

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A genius mecha engineer had made a name for himself on Imperial Capital Star. He had not only invented all kinds of devices to defend against starbeasts, but also improved the combat capabilities of mechas at every level.

The Star Net newspaper finally landed an interview with him. He wore a mask that revealed only his smooth, fair chin.

The interview ended, and just as the camera was about to pull away, several messages flashed across his unsecured personal terminal.

[Fiance's Harem Group (6)]

Green Tea, Prince of the Enemy Nation: The weather has turned chilly lately. I've prepared some stomach-warming tea. When you're done, may I invite you for a cup, A Yang?

No Abs, Chancellor's Heir: [Image] Eight-pack abs. Who are you saying has no abs?!

Illiterate, Qi Luo Chu: [Link] Your Highness, I've organized another mecha seminar. I hope you'll honor us with your presence.

Old-School Diplomat: Matters between the Empire and the Federation require careful discussion. Your Highness must meet with me in person.

Dads Everywhere, General: It's time for Your Highness's martial arts lesson. Be there on time.

Everyone across the stars: Shocked.jpg

Those contact names are something else.

No wonder that little red mole on the chin of this genius mecha engineer looked so familiar. Isn't this the Empire's famously lecherous seventh prince?!

If I'm not mistaken, are these five bigwigs, who supposedly couldn't stand the seventh prince, actually... courting him?

What a tangled mess. (pointing)

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