Even the Nth-Ranked Top Wants to Redeem the Beloved Contrast Character

Lin Yue was the bottom-ranked transmigrator in the Transmigration Bureau, a terror to Systems everywhere. Since starting the job, he had completed zero missions.

The Bureau's higher-ups had had enough. To make the year-end performance figures look better, they handed him an easy-win script: the number-n gong in a beloved-by-all story.

With only one nth of the lines and scenes, all he had to do was follow the script to win over the protagonist shou. The Bureau was practically letting Lin Yue swim in the Pacific Ocean.

Lin Yue was delighted. He accepted the script with confidence, ready to achieve his first success.

World One: [When the Tough Little White Flower Cries, the Big Shots Go Crazy]

On the empty school rooftop, the protagonist shou listened to music, eyes slightly red, occasionally humming along. That was Lin Yue's first meeting with him.

A rebellious, arrogant boy mocked him for disturbing his rest. The little white flower stubbornly retorted, and the determination in his eyes made that afternoon unforgettable.

Lin Yue was brimming with confidence. Leave it to me. I'll nail the taunting.

He stared at the stubborn-looking protagonist shou and raised the corner of his mouth.

"Class monitor, you're listening to a pirated version."

Watching the protagonist shou walk away awkwardly, Lin Yue panicked. Where was that determination in his eyes? Where had it gone? He hadn't even finished the lines he'd prepared!

The little white flower lost his notebook. The gongs surrounded the refined young man, whose expression had turned ashen, in a corner of the classroom and demanded that he hand it over.

The moment Lin Yue entered the classroom, comments flooded the screen: The school bully is here! The schemer is done for!

Lin Yue merely put on a cold expression and slapped the notebook against the little white flower's face.

"You throw trash in our class's designated cleanup area? And you're the class monitor!"

He hated people who littered! And it was his turn to clean today!

From that day on, the plot spiraled out of control, until Lin Yue was kicked out of the world for straying too far from the storyline.

The System cursed in his ear, but Lin Yue didn't hear a thing. His mind was full of one person's image.

World Two: [Why Is the Entire Court Acting Like This?]

He was a cheerful, straightforward prince. The other was the son of a concubine in a minor official's household, chosen by the empress to enter the palace as a study companion.

The moment he saw him, he was captivated by his aloof, unworldly air and vowed to protect him for the rest of his life.

Lin Yue slapped the table. This is in the bag. I've got this for sure.

Oh, and this time he also had a fiancée who was a hostage from another country.

When his fiancée was beaten, he acted as her shield. When she was framed, he became Sherlock Holmes.

The reason was simple: a good man doesn't let his wife suffer, and family matters more than work.

The protagonist shou and his fiancée were poisoned at the same time. Everyone waited for him to give the antidote to the protagonist shou.

Holding the only antidote, Lin Yue agonized for a while, then came up with the genius idea of administering half the dose rectally.

His fiancée reluctantly agreed to let him apply the medicine. As for the protagonist shou... Lin Yue was beaten half to death by the gongs before he could even manage to administer it.

Unsurprisingly, this world failed too.

The System was numb by now. Lin Yue quietly thought about his fiancée, regretting that he hadn't given her a grand wedding...

World Three: [So Doting! The Rise of a Low-Ranking Sect Disciple!]

Half a step from transcending tribulation, looking down on every cultivator: that was Lin Yue, the head honcho of the Wanfa Dao Sect!

Though naturally aloof, during the sect competition he was meant to surprise everyone by choosing the seemingly good-for-nothing protagonist shou as his disciple, then become a completely shameless disciple-obsessed master.

Lin Yue: No problem at all. I've got this in the bag.

Seated at the top of the platform during the sect competition, Lin Yue got into character. He examined the candidates carefully and chose a disciple with exceptional spiritual roots and a steadfast heart.

Only someone like this deserves to inherit my legacy.

The comments, which had been buzzing just moments earlier, turned to stone...

The System shook him by the shoulders in despair. "What are you doing? What are you doing? You're supposed to choose the protagonist shou! Why did you choose the foil character?"

Lin Yue awkwardly rubbed his nose. He'd gotten too immersed in his role. "Um... I should still be able to fix this... right?"

The System fell for his lies and watched in despair as this disciple-obsessed master and his foil disciple bulldozed their way through the plot.

As the world crumbled, Lin Yue clasped his disciple's hand tightly. "I'm sorry. I still didn't have time to give you the wedding I owed you..."

Theme: Live well.