章 2: First Transfer

When Jiang Li declared his acceptance of the system's identity and acknowledged that he was now a Host, a person chosen by a Mighty Whoever to save crazy people, the system immediately initiated the transfer and tossed him into a whirlwind of time and space.

His mind turned black, all his senses turned off, and all he could perceive was darkness.

Fortunately, throughout the process, he felt no pain. When he returned to his senses, all he felt was a bit of dizziness, nothing more.

"Host, we're now in the first world."

Jiang Li heard the child-like voice and subconsciously opened his eyes. Actually, he never closed them; the correct term should be 'he regained his sense of sight.'

Various colors and shapes assaulted his retinas, which hurt a bit. His head also ached, and he wondered whether this was a late aftereffect of the transfer.

Only when the pain finally subsided did he remember that he had been confined for so long in an endlessly dark space. It was no wonder his eyes got hurt by the sudden waves of colors and lights.

Jiang Li blinked. He could now see again, and in front of him was a noisy and seemingly annoying figure crying.

Okay, that was just his subjective opinion, which was quite unreliable.

Anyway, he looked away almost immediately. The system didn't warn him that a wailing woman dressed in fancy makeup and wigs would greet his poor eyes when he woke up.

With closed eyes, he asked in his mind, "System?"

"I'm here, Host."

The young man was silent for a while.

The system didn't know what was running on his mind, but it got somewhat frightened as the man unintentionally let out suppressed noises in his mind. It was as though he was trying to stop laughing out of anger. And to be honest, the system didn't get how he made it possible!

Luckily, before the system turned crazy from fear, Jiang Li spoke up, the tone bland but forceful. "Explain now what you have to explain, or else...."

025 was silent as well for a while, wondering why he laughed eerily at the end of his statement. It was too late to realize that its host was making threats. But thankfully, it still managed to do so and did begin to educate its host in panic.

"Ah, host! You're now in the first world, a modern one, similar to your original world, except it's before the apocalypse. You have taken over as a campus heartthrob of this world's story, and your job is to avoid letting the villainess end up the way she originally did. You have to resolve all the resentments of the original villainess' soul, ensuring that this world doesn't die out of the crazy villainess' self-destruction."

"I suppose you mean don't let her become a villainess."

"Ahm, actually, it's alright as long as you don't let her become crazy and die crazily like that. Villainesses are actually like female leads. Oh, I almost forgot: the world revolves around a few important people: the leads, the secondary leads, and the villains. But like I said, villainesses are like female leads. To be precise, they're failures of female leads. However, their importance and the amount of world energy allocated to them are the same. What you have to do is prevent them from contaminating the world's energy allocated with the resentment they harbored after they went crazy. If ever that happens, the aftermath could damage or destroy a world in a worst-case scenario!"

"Do you know it all didn't make sense to me? I don't understand why that woman is crying before me."

"Actually, host, you'll later learn the reason once you inherit the original's memories. And I suggest you take the memories first and let me do a thorough explanation later when you're alone."

Jiang Li wished he could at least give a glare to the system. He thought it was so inconsiderate. Why didn't it realize it should do so the moment he arrived?

Was it hard for an AI to realize that throwing someone without knowledge of the situation he would wake up into was like throwing cannon fodder in a random direction with no rhyme or reason?

"025, I'd like to request something. Before I transmigrate or open my eyes the next time I transmigrate, I want every information related to the original implanted in my mind."

The system exclaimed with its imaginary mouth wide open. It had just learned that it had messed up quite a bit and immediately promised, "I'll make sure to do that next time. Sorry, host. For now, please relax and accept the memories."

Jiang Li followed its direction. He remained standing, half-leaning on the wall, his eyes closed. Then, his long-awaited information finally flooded in.

As 025 mentioned, the world was like a parallel modern Earth, with the same technological advancement but different history and people.

The story takes place in Jasper City.

The female lead was a rich second-generation lady named Bai Qing. She was 21 years old, naturally beautiful, hardworking, and charming. As rumored, she was unlike most second-generation ladies who only knew what shopping and spending money was.

No. She was not a good-for-nothing, but instead, a smart and capable person already helping her father uphold their fashion and clothing line.

The male lead was, of course, the richest man in the city, the 27-year-old CEO and Chairman of the Longfeng Group of Companies, Cheng Yijun. No more words were needed to describe how mighty this man was, given that he became that wealthy and well-accomplished at such a young age.

The two met at a cliche party, and the woman was unmistakably drugged by some spoiled brat who had designs to soil her.

But sorry for that dorky young man; his hard work went to the male lead.

The memories do not explain why the male lead suddenly rolls in the sheets with Bai Qing, but Jiang Li only assumes that Cheng Yijun is a fickle maniac for his brain's convenience. The guy seemed unlikeable, after all.

Who cares if he's powerful and accomplished? After he forgot every promise he made to the other girl who helped him when he was in dire straits, when he even bedded another woman just because he wanted to appear helpful to a drugged girl, Jiang Li immediately crossed his name out of his dictionary.

It was now synonymous with the words 'bastard', 'scum', 'stupid', and 'brain-dead'. That was how a male lead suddenly turned out in his mind.