I Built a Clan That Hunts Protagonists
They always come the same way.
A boy nobody notices.
A ruined background.
A lucky encounter no one can explain.
Then, before the world understands what it’s watching, he becomes the protagonist—the one Heaven seems to favor, the one fate bends for, the one who survives what should have killed him.
And when that kind of person rises, someone else pays the price.
In Ji Wuyuan’s first life, the price was his family.
The Ji Clan didn’t fall in battle. It didn’t lose to politics. It didn’t die slowly with age and decline. It was erased in a single, clean sweep—burned out of history by a righteous genius everyone called a hero.
Ji Wuyuan remembers the screams.
He remembers the fire.
He remembers standing helpless while the world applauded his destruction.
Then he opens his eyes again.
Eight years old.
Back in the Ji Clan.
Back when the courtyards are still peaceful, the elders still argue over small matters, and the future hasn’t arrived yet.
This time, Ji Wuyuan doesn’t make the mistake of believing in fairness.
He smiles. He listens. He plays the obedient child.
And behind that warmth, something colder watches everything—counting debts, measuring threats, memorizing names.
Because Ji Wuyuan isn’t trying to become a king.
Kings can be replaced. Dynasties can be toppled.
He wants something that outlives thrones.
He will build a clan so deep-rooted and so well-armed that when the next protagonist appears—when fate tries to raise another “hero” to crush him—there will be no room left for miracles.
Only walls.
Only blades.
Only loyal men who won’t hesitate.
In this life, Ji Wuyuan won’t wait for destiny to knock.
He will meet it on the road…
and teach every chosen one the same lesson:
The era of protagonists is over.
Now, the hunt begins.