The official title is The Doomsday Protagonist Who Only Wants to Fight His Way to Victory Transmigrates into a World Where He Has to Get It On.
The protagonist is the lead of a post-apocalyptic series, a regular in zombie, wasteland, and monster dramas.
He can pilot a mech, drive a tank, crush zombie skulls with a stick, or mow down armies with a few guns.
He's the kind of post-apocalyptic protagonist who makes you feel completely safe: a quiet, ruthless combat emperor.
Tightly muscled, with a cold expression and a vertical scar running across his brow and eye. He can fight his way out of anything with nothing but a crowbar at his waist.
Then one day, the protagonist transmigrates again. He ends up in the body of a frail, bullied boy at school.
He's transmigrated many times, so he doesn't panic. His last world had a zombie outbreak, the one before that had global evolution, and the one before that had monsters escaping from hell. Naturally, he assumes this world is the same. The peace now is just the calm before the crisis.
Thinking this, the protagonist skips school and gets right to stockpiling supplies and weapons, and training his new scrawny body.
The body is pale and thin, and falls over when someone gives it a shove. It takes the protagonist three days just to get used to the recoil of a gun.
Just as he's getting ready to find a shooting range, four or five sleazy-looking cannon fodder block his way as soon as he steps outside. The protagonist doesn't notice the lecherous look in their eyes, only the evil. In no time, he dislocates their joints and shoves a gun barrel into one man's mouth.
"Who are you people?"
The cannon fodder from the aristocratic academy, sent by F1 to teach the protagonist a lesson: ...
Trembling with fear.
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The protagonist's name in this world is Bai Liye. He's a second-year student at an aristocratic academy, a poor student, and the main character of an explicit harem novel set in a morally chaotic world where everyone has to get it on. The love interests first force themselves on him, then imprison him, then keep him as a canary and pursue him after he's escaped. He pursues, they run; they chase and get it on, twisting the world around them into an explicit mess.
Drinking water has a 99% chance of being spiked with aphrodisiacs. Anyone with even a bit of good looks gets harassed. In this dangerous world, if the protagonist has no power or influence, he might even end up on the receiving end of a mob route.
Protagonist: What the hell?
The protagonist punches F1, the aristocratic young master who tried to teach him a lesson, only to watch him lick the blood on his palm, his eyes darkening. "You've caught my interest, man."
Protagonist: Huh?
He shoots the shoulder of the imperial general who tried to force himself on him, only to see the man grin as blood bursts out. "I like a relationship where we're evenly matched."
Protagonist: Huh??
After nearly cutting off the pirate captain's equipment with a knife, the handsome young man in a pirate hat merely lowers the brim, his expression bright and relaxed. "That's great! You like being the S, I'm an M. We're made for each other!"
The protagonist is 100% straight.
The protagonist doesn't get it. He only knows that truth lies within shooting range.
He punches love interests 1, 2, 3, and 4, and kicks F1, F2, F3, and F4.
Whether it's the imperial aristocracy or a perverted pirate, the protagonist brings the same intensity he uses to beat zombies and monsters.
They chase him as he beats them up. They chase; he hits.
After all that chasing, the protagonist finally raises this body's level to the max
A dark cloud of starships blankets the skies, while the shadows of countless bugs engulf the nebulae.
The apocalypse has arrived.
The protagonist looks at his pale but well-defined, muscular arm.
Now it's his turn to take center stage.
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■A story about a protagonist having a great time. The blurb and title may change.
■Blurb dated 2025/3/20
■The protagonist will have several one-sided admirers.
Theme: Survival