The protagonist's name was Lin Mo.
And yes, that was a problem.
Because Lin Mo knew exactly who he was…
and what was supposed to happen to him.
Lin Mo opened his eyes in an absurdly luxurious room.
High ceiling, crystal chandelier, curtains imported from Europe, and a bed so large it could host an entire family. The aroma of expensive tea still lingered in the air.
"Perfect…" he muttered. "I transmigrated."
He didn't need any more proof.
The foreign memories settled in his mind with insulting clarity: an urban cultivation novel, multiple male protagonists, each with his own "destiny," and him…
"The number one rich villain who exists only to be trampled," he smiled ironically.
Lin Mo was handsome, powerful, heir to an influential family, with limitless resources…
and yet, the script said he had to lose everything.
Why?
Because he was a villain.
The door burst open.
A woman entered with firm steps, accompanied by several people. Beautiful, cold, proud.
His fiancée.
"Lin Mo," she said with contempt. "I have come to call off our engagement."
Ah, there it was.
The opening scene.
According to the plot:
She would accuse him of being arrogant and corrupt. The male protagonist would "casually" appear. He would slap him in front of everyone. She would fall in love with him. Lin Mo would become the laughingstock of the city. All very classic.
Lin Mo yawned.
"Are you done?" he asked calmly. "Because I have a meeting in ten minutes."
She froze.
"What…?"
At that instant, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
[Plot Correction System Activated] Objective: Guide the host to fulfill the original destiny. Warning: Severe deviations will be penalized.
Lin Mo smiled.
"So you're the system?"
Yes. Immediate recommendation: accept the humiliation to maximize future benefits.
Lin Mo slowly stood up.
"Recommendation rejected."
The system fell silent for half a second.
"What?"
Lin Mo raised his hand.
BAM!
The slap echoed throughout the room.
But it wasn't him who received it.
His fiancée fell to the floor, stunned, her cheek reddened.
"First rule," Lin Mo said in a calm voice: "I don't follow scripts written by idiots."
The companions panicked.
At that moment, another man appeared in the doorway.
Simple clothes, determined aura, a look filled with resentment and self-imposed justice.
The male protagonist.
One of many.
"Lin Mo!" he roared. "How dare you hit her?"
Ah… the "Son of Luck" has arrived.
Lin Mo walked up to him, looked him up and down, and sighed.
"Are you the one returning from the future to correct regrets?
Or the retired God of War?
Or the humiliated Medical Genius?
Or the Reborn Immortal Emperor?"
The protagonist went rigid.
"What are you talking about…?"
Lin Mo smiled widely.
"It doesn't matter. You all end up the same."
He activated something in his pocket.
Click.
A mental signal blocker.
The protagonist opened his mouth… and began talking to himself.
"I… I am the chosen one… I must save her… why won't anyone listen to me?"
The women present looked at him as if he were insane.
The fiancée, still on the floor, felt a chill.
"Lin Mo… what… what are you?"
Lin Mo leaned in front of her.
"I am the villain who decided to keep everything."
The system shrieked.
Warning! Critical Deviation! Imminent Penalty!
Lin Mo laughed.
"Penalty?
Perfect.
"Then start by bringing me all the female leads I'm supposed to lose."
Silence.
Then…
[New function unlocked: Destiny Collection]
Lin Mo looked up at the window, observing the illuminated modern city.
Returning Warriors.
Reborn Emperors.
Geniuses with second chances.
Arrogant Villains.
Heroes destined to shine.
"Come all of you," he whispered.
"I'll teach you what happens when the villain doesn't let himself be stepped on."
And just like that, the story was forever derailed.
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