Tang Xingyan never thought that just because he'd been dating several people at once, he'd be struck by lightning and dropped into a melodramatic novel, where the System would draft him into service.
System: These days, protagonists keep wanting to destroy the world at the drop of a hat. We're short on cannon fodder, so come fill out the ranks.
So Tang Xingyan became the male lead's dearly departed first love, the villain's unattainable cinnabar mole, the chosen one destined to save the world, the pivotal character who dies from the start...
The System had only one requirement for him: We're in a hurry, so die quickly.
Tang Xingyan: Don't rush me. I'll leave once I've finished this act and earned enough tears.
First World:
You were the only childhood companion of a down-and-out CEO. Fearless and brave, bold yet careful, even though your own life was a complete mess, you still tried your best to shine and be the CEO's little ray of sunshine.
By day, you went fishing in the river and raiding birds' nests in the hills. At night, you lay together in the grass, watching the stars and the moon.
The villain CEO, who was supposed to grow up gloomy and tight-lipped, got so worked up by you that he'd chase you for miles and scold you for ten minutes without repeating himself.
Later, the CEO was taken home to inherit the family business. He said he wouldn't miss you, but as soon as he got on his feet, he came running back to find you.
But by then, you'd become a little mound of earth.
You left him a wind chime. Every time it rang in the breeze, it was you thinking of him.
Second World:
You found an unlucky little idol in a game. He always seemed to be short on luck. Whenever an opportunity came his way, he'd either fall ill or have an accident. So after five years of trying to debut, he was still a nobody.
You encouraged him, comforted him, played games with him, helped boost his stats, wrote him long messages, and made up little stories.
With your encouragement, he pulled himself together and came out of the shadows.
He invited you to his concert, wanting you to see with your own eyes how brilliantly he shone onstage.
He even wrote a song just for the two of you. But he didn't know you'd already died.
You left him one final message: When you reach the top, the brightest star above you will be me. May your journey be smooth, and may flowers bloom along your way.
Third World:
Nth World:
You got out unscathed, kept your achievements secret, and began a new life with a generous reward.
As you prepared to treat yourself to a night out at the club, you noticed that the male models walking into the room all looked strangely familiar.
Wait, weren't these the male leads and villains you'd abandoned by faking your death after each world?
Theme: Love yourself before loving others
