A Cannon Fodder Who Loves Courting Death [Quick Transmigration]

[Thanks for reading. My next novel is Abuse-the-Protagonist Fiction, but I’m a Spoiled Cannon Fodder [Quick Transmigration]] 1. You are cannon fodder tasked with pushing the plot forward. 2. You love courting death. 3. Follow the prompts and get moving! In an apocalypse, you’re an arrogant rich second-generation kid with a death wish. Even knowing zombies have surrounded the city, you still insist on going out to retrieve the keepsakes your parents left behind. In a supernatural world, you’re a spoiled young master who insists on having a room to yourself, even in a creepy, ominous mansion. In a strange survival-game world, you’re a willful employer who tries to throw around real-world money, now worth no more than wastepaper, to buy off the number-one player. Qi Shuyue is a coward. He’s afraid of ghosts and monsters, and can’t stand hardship. Luckily, the System promises that if he successfully courts death in a minor world and makes a glorious exit, he’ll get to enjoy a year-long vacation! So after reading the plot, Qi Shuyue is moved to tears. He thinks to himself, “I’m so good at courting death. If I don’t die, who will? I’ll be dead for sure the moment I show up!” But Qi Shuyue just won’t die. Because in the story, he has a boyfriend who accepts all of Qi Shuyue’s willful, picky ways. Even when Qi Shuyue starts courting death for no reason, his boyfriend indulges him without a shred of principle. And his boyfriend is ridiculously strong and resilient. After taking Qi Shuyue through one deadly trial after another, the first thing he does is straighten Qi Shuyue’s slightly rumpled collar. Seeing two spots of blood spattered on it, he frowns in displeasure. “It’s dirty here. I’ll be more careful next time.” Qi Shuyue: “...” Bro, you’re laying it on a little thick. Then his boyfriend’s hand slowly slides down to his waist. His other hand grips Qi Shuyue’s wrist with near-forceful restraint, and he places the lightest of kisses on Qi Shuyue’s pale, slender wrist. His scorching breath makes Qi Shuyue want to pull his hand back, but he can’t move. A bright red mark is left on his skin. “Shuyue, I was very obedient this time, too.” His boyfriend’s face is cold, but his gaze burns as if he wants to devour Qi Shuyue alive. “What reward are you going to give me?” Qi Shuyue: “...” You want a reward, too? He’s so exasperated he could faint. *Please check out my upcoming novel, Hire a Prince for 1,500 a Month* Ji Qingxu is a legendary figure who fought his way out of a desolate star and into the top academy, a school full of the privileged elite. A world-destroying genius, he can take down every opponent in his year. He’s so talented that the elites who used to flirt with him get beaten until they’re both in love with him and terrified of him, and can only respectfully call him “Class Rep.” In his third year, Ji Qingxu switches from the Mecha Department to Mecha Manufacturing. Countless Mecha Department students weep in despair, while the Manufacturing Department students are delighted, even if they don’t understand why! Later, someone asks Ji Qingxu why he switched to Manufacturing. Was it divine inspiration, some kind of heavenly revelation? Ji Qingxu answers calmly, “I need money. The boss in the Manufacturing Department, my advisor, pays me more.” * Sylvien is the Empire’s eldest prince. He’s handsome and exceptionally well-qualified, and should be the man of countless people’s dreams. But whenever the nobles of the royal capital mention him, their expressions turn rather peculiar, and they steer clear of him at all costs. Everyone knows the eldest prince excels in every way, but he’s especially... thrifty. Stingy, even. He’s the sort who can leave an auction without spending a cent and still take home a fruit platter. The royal family is at its wits’ end, and finally, unable to take it anymore, sends Sylvien off to the Federation to cure him of his bad habits before letting him return. * Ji Qingxu and Sylvien meet in a cheap apartment building, where they share a room as ordinary roommates who keep to themselves. Ji Qingxu is always short on money and frugal with food, clothes, and everything else. But he discovers that his new roommate seems to be even more hard-up and pitiable. So Ji Qingxu quietly recommends part-time jobs to him and shares his extra food. After seeing his roommate come back filthy from another day of hard labor, Ji Qingxu decides to temporarily hire the poor man as his “bodyguard.” It’ll also keep all those lovesick suitors at bay. “Think of it as another part-time job. I’ll contact you when I need you. The pay is 1,500 a month. How does that sound?” Sylvien doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He may be stingy, but he’s never sold himself this cheaply before. Yet when he looks into Ji Qingxu’s beautiful, glass-like eyes as they gaze earnestly at him, his heart suddenly stirs, and he agrees as if possessed. A thousand five hundred a month. No reason to turn down free money, right? First month’s pay: 1,500. Spent 30,000 on Ji Qingxu. Second month’s pay: 1,500. Spent 160,000 on Ji Qingxu. Third month’s pay: 1,750. Spent 1,070,000 on Ji Qingxu. At first, Sylvien feels the pinch every time he spends money. Later, he gradually grows numb to it. Until much later... Ji Qingxu: “...Stop buying things.” Sylvien scoops Ji Qingxu into his arms and buries his face in Ji Qingxu’s chest, grumbling, “No. Poor baby, you’ve been staring at that mecha for three whole seconds and still haven’t bought it. Let me spend money on you.” *A ridiculously charming, beautiful, strong, popular bottom who has no flaws apart from being poor, and isn’t really suffering that much X a highly capable, powerful top who used to be stingy but later considers spending money on his sweetheart an honor Theme: Even cannon fodder can shine and make a difference, discovering the value of their own lives.