A Guide to Pampering a Max-Level Big Shot

[Sharp-Tongued, Scheming, Unhinged Top × Cool, Tempting-Without-Realizing-It Lone-Wolf Powerhouse Bottom]

Wen Zhiyu had just fought his way through an infinite game when he transmigrated to another wasteland world.

Resources were scarce and mutations rampant. Under the protection of the goddess Nuwa, humanity had built towering cities, yet a disease known as Nebula Syndrome was transforming people into twisted monstrosities.

Unfortunately, the original body Wen Zhiyu had transmigrated into belonged to a low-class human contaminated by Nebula Syndrome.

Wen Zhiyu wanted nothing to do with the original body's past. All he wanted was to repair his System and get home as soon as possible.

But the moment he opened his eyes, someone claiming to be a friend of the original owner was feeding him.

His friend fussed over him and told him not to give up on treatment. The organization had assigned him a volunteer who would care for him around the clock until he died.

What kind of horror story was this?

Wen Zhiyu, a lone wolf for ten thousand years, immediately refused three times over. "All right, thanks, but there's no need."

Unfortunately, things didn't go as he wished. A System malfunction left him no chance to resist before the volunteer forcibly took him home.

After that, things spiraled out of control.

First, the calm and composed commander of the shelter lowered his guard and took the initiative to court him the moment they met.

Then a murderous bionic soldier, wiping blood from his face, gently asked him, "I hope I didn't scare you..."

Even the terrifying, SSS-rank Corrupted, feared by everyone, carefully drew in its deformed tentacles in front of him and curled them into a docile shape.

Wen Zhiyu was stunned. What on earth had the original owner done with his cold, handsome face to bring such ruin upon the world?

And then there was the volunteer who never left his side. He was mad and ruthless, with a mouth as venomous as a snake's, yet he smiled at Wen Zhiyu with such indulgence, personally serving him food and clothes and spoiling him rotten.

Wen Zhiyu kept telling himself no, this wouldn't do, he couldn't fall for the original body's darling-of-everyone aura. But his body softened against his will, letting the volunteer part his lips with long, elegant fingers and slip in the medicine.

Later, a rumor began to spread across the wasteland.

The god who could bring the apocalypse to an end had descended.

Reading guide:

1. Dreamcore + wasteland + everyone dotes on the protagonist, with all kinds of bizarre corruption play.

2. Two powerhouses scheming against each other to the extreme. Love him? Then scheme against him!

3. Every plot point exists for the sake of love.

A preview of my upcoming novel, The Hated Lapdog Turns Dark

Everyone knows that the private Xieji Psychiatric Hospital on the Second Ring Road is full of people with something wrong in their heads: abnormal beings ranked S or higher.

In a world where the uncanny has descended and strength reigns supreme, they are humanity's guiding lights, walking in the shadows, as well as terrifying monsters liable to go mad and destroy the world at any moment.

They are discussed, monitored, and revered, but also feared...

Then one day, all these abnormal beings suddenly became obsessed with a new silver-haired doctor.

He was the lowest-ranking F-class support type: gentle and beautiful, seemingly a little white rabbit dropped into a wolf's den. In truth, he was cold and vicious, able to read people's hearts with every word and gesture.

Even the most powerful abnormal beings would frantically chase after his gaze, crave his attention, and long for his touch.

The doctor would only gently stroke the heads of his mad dogs, his eyes entirely devoid of affection. Pointing at the floor, he cruelly said to the arrogant B-kings:

"Lick for me."

Shi Yan, a useless F-class, has three secrets.

1. He's a transmigrator.

2. His mission is to stop this world from being destroyed.

3. This isn't his first time transmigrating into this urban high-martial arts novel. He's been reborn in it ten times in a row! And he's already experienced nine spectacular world-destruction endings.

What could he do?

He's just a lowly F-class support. When the big shots fight, he bears the pressure. When they get angry, he takes the blame. He shoulders the greatest responsibility and takes the fall for everything, serving them diligently like they're his ancestors.

And those freaks?

They'd destroy the world because treatment during a mission was too slow. They'd destroy it because he gave them one extra reminder and they thought he was nagging. They'd destroy it because he went with someone else instead of them, or because they thought he was saying they weren't as capable. They'd even destroy it because there was cilantro in their lunch and they didn't like it!

Nine times in a row!

When the prompt for his tenth rebirth appeared, Shi Yan looked at the System's highlighted, prominently recommended option:

[Forbidden Abnormal Path! Unlock it with just XXX! Forced! Seduction! Mind Control! You are the most evil mastermind behind the scenes. Sell your soul and control the souls of others!]

He clicked accept without hesitation.

In this life, even if he had to sell his soul, he would train these bastards into obedient dogs and make them line up one by one to lick the scraps of paper scattered across the hospital room until they were clean.

Theme: The light of humanity will live forever!