After Posing as a Passerby, I Became the Villain Boss

Chu Fengmian was reported to the world's consciousness several times for beating up characters from the original stories in his mission worlds for three years straight. In the fourth year, he had no choice but to retake the Transmigration Department entrance exam. But a proctor's careless mistake sent all seven examinees into a sealed, high-risk mission world. Examinee A: I get it! This is a practical exam! My identity card says I'm a tough little white flower, and my script is a torrid romance with a domineering CEO, with him chasing me and me running away, hehehe... Holy crap! A bunch of tentacles just burst out of the CEO's brain! He's going to eat me! Help, ahhh! Examinee B: This looks like a high-risk world. Everyone, be careful! I'm a detective, and my script is about finding cats, dogs, and evidence that someone's cheating... Um, guys, I accidentally walked into a murder scene. The killer's behind the door. If I pretend to be blind and play the piano, can I survive? Examinee C: Help me, help me! I entered the world right in the middle of a heretic headquarters. What do I do? I'm an undercover investigator, but I never learned how to be a spy! Examinee D: Don't panic. I'm a high-ranking red-robed bishop. I see you. Don't run around, wait for me to save you... Crap, I've been exposed. I'm dead. The chatroom descended into chaos, filled with wails. Holding his ordinary passerby identity card and a script titled "Live an Ordinary Life," Chu Fengmian took a relaxed sip of coffee. This was practically a vacation. Then he glanced down and saw a line of tiny text at the bottom of the exam interface. [Exam duration: Unlimited] [Passing requirement: Every examinee must pass (each examinee has three attempts)] The chatroom was now awash in blood-red messages. Four of the seven examinees had earned the title "Failed Once" and were sobbing their hearts out. Chu Fengmian slowly lowered his coffee. This was bad. He'd come here on vacation, not to get locked up. So Chu Fengmian, stuck with a passerby identity, had no choice but to spend his days putting out fires and saving the others. Still, there was some good news: In the middle of all that, he found himself a boyfriend. Broad shoulders, long legs, eight-pack abs, fierce and handsome, good at cooking, and able to remember every word his lover said. He made Chu Fengmian feel completely safe. Chu Fengmian felt he could love him for the rest of his life. * In the past six months, Gu Xishi, chief captain of the Enforcement Division of the Heretical Control Bureau, had discovered a new and remarkably brazen heretical group. Its members included: The Poison Rose, who raised a parasitic species as plants and created a city-sized calamity; A highly intelligent criminal mastermind disguised as a detective, whom countless criminals respected as the [Advisor]; A Red-Robed Bishop who claimed to be an undercover agent, but whose ruthless methods had earned him the top position beneath the Evil God; A gentle, polite, and universally praised new recruit embedded in the Investigation Department; and others... And then there was the familiar face seated at the head of the Joint Heretical Conference: cold, arrogant, and looking down on everyone, completely unlike the gentle, reserved lover he remembered. But it was unquestionably the same person. Gu Xishi: His grip on his gun tightened. Chu Fengmian, who'd only organized a mutual-aid group for examinees and planned to see if they could take out the other heretics along the way: ... He looked at his lover's increasingly dark expression, then at the examinees around him, who were cackling like demons and fully playing up their labels as evil and chaotic, despite their ridiculously over-the-top acting. He felt like life was hopeless. #Boyfriend, believe me, I'm just filling in for someone# #Are we still together?# Theme: Respecting love