A drunk dad, a missing mom, mountains of debt, and a broken him↓
When Jiang Chixu wakes up after transmigrating into a Korean comic, he realizes his ass is in danger. The System tells him that unless he quickly changes the fates of all the weak bottoms in the original comic, he won’t just lose his ass, he’ll lose his life.
Jiang Chixu breathes a sigh of relief: At least it’s a comic, not an explicit web novel...
The System’s old face turns yellow: Dear, it’s a Korean comic~
Jiang Chixu’s heart skips a beat: What kind of Korean comic?!
The System’s old face turns even yellower: Dear, the kind with a mop~
World One: [A fragile white flower transforms into a defiant mad dog and tames a powerful kingpin who rules both the underworld and the legitimate world]
When he was 19, the original bottom was sold by his gambling-addict father to the biggest pleasure district in Province A as collateral for a debt. After escaping, he was imprisoned for eight years for killing his father. Jiang Chixu arrives in the original bottom’s body the year he gets out of prison.
Go into hiding? No way! Suffer a tragic mopping? No way! He stakes everything, clears his name, sells off his family’s assets, and uses his knowledge of the plot to build his own business empire.
To win over powerful business interests, he stumbles upon the new head of the underground drinking club where he was once sold as collateral.
Under the hazy glow of laser lights, Jiang Chixu pins the powerful man beneath him: “Marry me. We’ll get our marriage license tomorrow.”
Han Junye flips him into his arms: “You want me to be your backer? Do you think you’re worthy?”
Jiang Chixu chuckles. “Two madmen. We’re perfect for each other.”
World Two: [A caged canary transforms into an iron-blooded powerhouse and gets a happy ending with his childhood friend]
When he wakes up, Jiang Chixu finds himself trembling in a basement. Just then, the iron door, secured with heavy locks, swings open
Shen Daoyun, the rich heir to a massive conglomerate, smiles. “Why bother? You could solve everything by behaving yourself in bed~”
Jiang Chixu kicks over the food bowl, knocks Shen Daoyun out, grabs an axe, and hacks through the lock. Before escaping, he curses, “You shameless little shit! You’re lucky I didn’t smash your thermos today!”
Three years later, Jiang Chixu attends the city’s most prestigious auction as a rising star, arm in arm with Han Enjing, head of the biggest of the three major financial conglomerates.
At the auction, Jiang Chixu pours a glass of red wine over Shen Daoyun’s white shirt. “You have to eat one bite at a time, and settle a debt one at a time. Isn’t that right?”
Shen Daoyun flies into a rage and tries to hit him, but Han Enjing stops him with one hand, his smile full of warning. “Want to try getting yourself killed again?”
Final World: [A wildflower seed carried by the wind, and a fish stranded in the mud]
Han Chengshuo is a notorious lowlife in town. With no parents to discipline him, he was sent to jail for grand theft as soon as he came of age. After serving five years, he gets caught up in a local gang war.
His dark days end on a rainy night, when the bright and handsome Jiang Chixu holds an umbrella over Han Chengshuo, who has escaped and been beaten half to death.
One is as clear as afternoon sunshine; the other is covered in blood, barely human. The roar of the rain spreads through their hearts like a rising tide. Han Chengshuo struggles up from the mud like a fish stranded on land. “Kid, picking up men by the roadside isn’t a good habit.”
Jiang Chixu smiles gently. “Don’t flatter yourself. Who’s picking you up?”
The wind blows, and a seed lands in the mud, beginning to take root.
A few important notes:
1. Both leads are devoted to each other, and it’s one-on-one. The bottom transmigrates into the story, and there are no mopping scenes.
2. The plot is melodramatic. If it gives you a bad impression, this humble author will bow deeply and apologize, orz.
3. The other worlds are still being planned, and some bugs in the blurb have yet to be fixed~
Theme: Even when trapped in the mire, you must save yourself