After the Tool Character Mistook the Overpowered Hero [Quick Transmigration]

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[Now serializing: You Raised My Affection Rating, So Why Are You Leaving?]

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Every power-fantasy novel needs a supporting character who helps the protagonist when he gets into trouble, providing spirit medicine and money before making a graceful exit. People like this all have a collective name: plot NPCs.

Wen Che was a new hire, and he thought this assignment would be easy.

Who could have guessed he would identify the wrong person every single time?

1. [A poker-faced master from beyond the world x a once-gentle, later corrupted recipient]

Wen Che was a reclusive master living in a secluded valley. The power-fantasy protagonist was a down-on-his-luck sword cultivator, temporarily recuperating in the valley.

Wen Che looked at the two young men before him and fell into deep thought.

The one on the left wore ragged clothes and looked utterly miserable.

The one on the right had exquisite features and an aloof, self-possessed air.

Since the protagonist was down on his luck, it must be the one on the left.

So Wen Che set about being his mentor and friend.

But wasn't the other young man a little too fond of tattling?

(Day One)

The young man said expressionlessly, "The protagonist is slacking off instead of practicing his swordsmanship."

Wen Che: "Leave him be. He has his own pace."

The young man stared at him in disbelief. "But I just saw him roasting a wild chicken on his sword and eating it!"

Wen Che's eyes lit up. "That's probably a new cultivation method he's come up with. As expected of the protagonist!"

The young man had studied hard every day and left the protagonist tens of thousands of miles behind in cultivation, all for a single word of praise. His face stiffened.

(Day Two)

The young man dragged over the protagonist, whose face was bruised and swollen from a beating, and said coldly, "I caught him stealing the valley's spirit herbs!"

Wen Che: "Those were prepared for him by me personally. They'll help with his cultivation."

The young man's eyes lit up. "Then can I have some?"

Wen Che: "... Try touching even one and see what happens."

The young man, who had always been gracious and never taken anything that belonged to someone else, clenched his fists.

(Day Three)

Led by the young man, Wen Che watched as the protagonist stole his clothes and sniffed them with abandon. His brow twitched.

The young man's pupils were pitch-black. "Well? Why aren't you saying anything now?"

Wen Che stubbornly replied, "I gave them to him myself."

Anger flared across the young man's jade-white face. He unleashed a sword technique and cut down the protagonist.

Wen Che: "…" He tremblingly picked up his sword.

The young man's gentle, refined mask fell away. He sneered, "What, are you going to avenge your lover?"

Wen Che kept calm by force and put on a cold expression. "How dare you speak to me like that?"

The young man froze for a moment, then gave a bitter smile. He let go of his sword hilt and opened his arms.

It was a bold, reckless embrace.

He had often watched that man give such embraces to that utterly despicable wretch. He pretended not to care, pretended it meant nothing to him.

He had never admitted how envious he was.

2. [Childhood friends, lovesick top x tsundere genius, the real young master recipient]

Wen Che was the caring older brother next door. The power-fantasy protagonist was the unfortunate little brother next door, waiting for the only ray of light in his childhood.

Wen Che looked at the two little boys before him.

One had half his face disfigured and was gloomy and withdrawn.

The other had a lovely face, smooth skin, and waist-length hair.

So Wen Che once again began playing the caring older brother to the disfigured protagonist.

But why did the other one keep hiding in the shadows, gritting his teeth?

(Day One)

The child stopped him. "Hmph, I didn't know you were such a lovesick fool."

Wen Che glanced at this world's character settings. "And?"

The child's cheeks flushed. "Then you must be unable to take your eyes off me, young master. You're just playing hard to get."

Wen Che neatly walked around him. "Thanks, but no."

Watching Wen Che smile so warmly at that ugly little brother made the child's teeth clench.

(Day Two)

The child offered him his smooth black hair, which fell to his waist, and huffed, "My hair is longer than his. You can braid mine. It'll look better than that ugly kid's."

Wen Che laughed helplessly. "No need."

The child tugged at his clothes. "Get back here!"

Wen Che gave in. "Fine, fine. I'll braid it for you."

Afterward, the child stomped angrily, holding the braid that came undone with a single tug.

(Day Three)

The child in the operating room crossed his arms and scoffed. "Well? I did something good, didn't I?"

Looking at the much-faded birthmark on the protagonist's face, Wen Che said helplessly, "I thought he had been kidnapped. Tell me in advance next time."

The child pinned the protagonist down and sat in front of Wen Che. "Do you really think I had time to put on that whole brotherly-love act?"

Wen Che was stunned. "Then what were you..."

He took Wen Che's hand and placed it on his face. His skin felt soft and smooth as he said quietly, "You're a different kind of pretty-face lover. You like him because of his birthmark, right?"

Wen Che didn't understand. "What?"

The child rubbed his face against Wen Che's hand, the corners of his eyes lifting. "What do you think? Should I get a birthmark tattoo?"

"On my face."

His face was lovely, with smooth skin and a radiant, jade-like beauty.

But if Wen Che didn't like it, then it wasn't worth a thing.

3. [A superstar adored by everyone x an obscure, humble ordinary man]

4. [A base leader with a lover x a recipient who uses every means to get into his bed]

P.S. Other worlds are still undecided.

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Coming soon: You Raised My Affection Rating, So Why Are You Leaving?

If a task-taker maxes out the central character's affection rating, they can obtain the planet's resources, but the planet will be drained dry in the process.

The System on planet W wanted to stop all this, but the central characters were just programmed NPCs, and their affection was far too easy to raise.

With no other choice, the System spent its energy to awaken one of their minds.

The central character slowly opened his eyes, glanced at it, and said scornfully, "What a cheap lightbulb. Have you gone moldy?"

The System had dimmed considerably to save him: ... What a poisonous mouth.

Fortunately, although this NPC had a sharp tongue, he was cooperative.

The System told him he had to lower the task-takers' affection ratings instead, so that they would choose to stay of their own accord.

Shen Xuan patted his chest and agreed without hesitation.

The System was relieved. But when it looked again, the task-taker was kneeling at Shen Xuan's feet, helping him... put on his socks, and getting criticized for being too slow every now and then, even kicked a few times in irritation.

"Didn't you say you'd always be good to me? You can't even do this little thing now. Useless."

The task-taker clenched his teeth, his face full of humiliation. He wanted nothing more than to pounce on Shen Xuan, skin him, pull out his bones, and beat him until he was soft and bouncy.

System: Our planet is doomed.

Much later, after watching the Host complete yet another mission perfectly, the System finally realized how completely wrong it had been all those years ago.

# Our Host is amazing

# Who's the one doing the controlling now?

1. [A greedy, vain, spoiled stepmother top x a dutiful, high-achieving stepson who is attached to his mother]

Shen Xuan was born poor, but used his youth and good looks to break into the wealthy social circle and marry into the prestigious Huo family.

He became the young stepmother of the Huo family's young master, despite being only three years older than him.

But beneath his beautiful exterior, he was rotten inside. He was vain and money-grubbing.

He was also harsh and picky with the young master, and despised him.

But the eldest young master was a good child. Not only did he excel at school, he was also respectful to his elders. No matter how often he was scolded, he would just smile good-naturedly.

"All right, Mother."

But when the portrait of his beloved mother was deliberately smashed, the young master finally dropped his pretense.

He resolved to make his father divorce the cruel man.

But what they didn't know was that every night, the young master sneaked into his stepmother's room.

Shen Xuan grabbed his black hair from his chest and slapped him.

The poor young master only got more excited. "Mother, are you awake? Try on the little dress I bought you."

"It used to belong to my mother. Since you smashed her portrait, you can take her place now."

Shen Xuan looked at the various styles in front of him, the fabric so thin that his fingers showed right through it.

They had clearly been chosen with care.

"Psycho," Shen Xuan cursed under his breath.

The frame had been empty to begin with.

# That's right, Father, he really is the worst man in the world, absolutely evil. Hurry up and divorce him. Your son is waiting in line too.

2. [A playboy top who loves to take what he wants x a rough, wild, real male ghost kept as a canary]

Shen Xuan was a carefree playboy who loved beautiful people most of all, and loved dumping them cruelly after playing with them even more.

Recently, he'd taken a liking to Yue Sheng, a poor young servant. The boy was a bit conservative, but his face was certainly attractive. Shen Xuan had to put in some effort to win him over.

The kid just didn't understand the situation. Shen Xuan called him "husband" once, and he really thought they were dating.

He kept trying to control everything Shen Xuan did. And on top of that, he actually had the delusion that he could top Shen Xuan in bed. So Shen Xuan went along with it and had Yue Sheng killed by one of his admirers.

Yue Sheng died.

Shen Xuan didn't even bother to pretend to be sad. A couple of days later, he found a new lover.

Cool and aloof, even more captivating than the last one, and without that bad temper. It didn't take long to get him into bed.

"You're so beautiful, darling. I'll cherish you for the rest of my life."

"...Really? How many people have you said that to?"

For some reason, Shen Xuan felt a chill down his spine, even as a pair of pale, bluish-white hands lifted his chin.

The blood in his body froze. He saw the person on the bed.

And that familiar, beautiful face that had made his heart flutter, but had been dead for a long time.

The cold body clung smoothly to him. The man chuckled and said, "Husband, I knew you loved me best. You came back to me again."

Shen Xuan: Heh heh heh, yeah. [Trembling in fear]

# The canary died? Oh.

# The canary came back? Aaaaaah, System, save me!

3. [A fragile, lovesick top who pretends to be pitiful x an upright recipient with a white-knight complex]

4. [A lofty, falsely gentle superstar top x an obscure, humble ordinary man]

5. [A cruel young master with Stockholm syndrome x a kidnapper recipient starved for love]

(The top really is ill, but he will recover later.)

[Important]

1. The blurb may be revised. This is not the final version.

2. The top is not a good person.

[Blurb screenshot dated December 12, 2005]

Theme: Love is stronger than hate.