1 CHAPTER 1: Trash novel, applying for retransmigration!

"Trash, garbage, delete this. Log out of your account for this daddy, you horrible author." Feeling good about this particular comment, Xu Lianyi pressed enter and sat back, enjoying the rapid amount of immediate indignant replies under his comment. The replies were like a brainwashed cult, screaming that he must be a super hikikomori who smelled like sewer water and that he couldn't differentiate between good and bad novels, but instead of bringing him sadness, the 5 foot 2 professional keyboard warrior was delighted. He was paid to put this particular comment under the published book by the authors themselves, and a pretty hefty amount too.

In the world outside his home, he was a respected professional gamer and game developer, who also owned his own game and gaming ware company. He somehow became such a good entrepreneur that he felt that it would be quite a waste if it all went down the drain if he acts like his online persona. This particular persona, however, was where he puts all of his stress and pent up frustration and only inside his home does he does this. He really didn't need the money, but it felt good being paid just for venting his frustrations on the internet by posting a few words he didn't even think of and were sent for him to comment on his own.

Of course, at first he felt bad, but the happiness of getting money for such a simple task was overpowering. Thus, he ended up becoming the scourge reader slash "book reviewer" that became famous due to his really rude and most of the time, under the belt comments. Behind the scenes though, authors flock to him in droves for him to badmouth their novels to bring publicity and heat, because apparently, he was very good with whatever it is he wanted to do.

Feeling good about himself, he put the matter of being roasted by certified fans of that particular novel to the back of his mind and headed straight to his little kitchen. Despite having a lot of income, both monthly and per minute, he still preferred having the comfortable size of 50 sqm, enough for an adequately sized bathroom and bedroom since he's living by himself. Although he didn't have a living room, he didn't mind since the space was converted into his office anyways.

Carefully taking out the wagyu he imported from outside the country, he gently placed it on a thawing basin. He only needed salt and pepper for his steak, so while he waited for his beef to thaw properly, he made himself busy by making himself ramen. He took out the noodles he had bought earlier that week and carefully took two servings, separated it from the rest and put it on the side while he prepared to boil water. Naturally, after the water began to bubble up, he put the noodles in and prepared the sauce for them. He took out a pan and put it on the stove over low heat. Next, he quickly mixed pepper, all purpose cream, milk, Parmesan and eggs. He heated them up until they were thick and took out the noodles to place them into the pan. While the noodles were mixed in and left to cook for five more minutes, he turned around to process his wagyu.

Long story short, after seasoning it and pan frying it over high heat, he took it out, cut it up into pieces and mixed it into his pasta.

Satisfied with his meal, he put the pan straight from the stove on his table and began to eat. After his sumptuous meal, he was about to finish washing up when he heard the sound of something hissing, before his whole world turned white and hot.

His body lay in the middle of the kitchen, leaking gas task fanning the fire.

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He opened his eyes in a rush, panicking as the unbearable heat turned ice cold within seconds. He sat up with so much force that he ended up launching himself to the foot of the bed (an unfamiliar one at that) and almost face planting on the sofa at the bottom of it.

Dizzy and dazed, he pulled himself together and resolutely stood on his wobbly feet. He turned his head and locked eyes with a very pretty teenager, before they both yelped and went backwards. No, the pretty teenager wasn't another person, but, his reflection? He extended a hand as pale and smooth as jade, and the other moved as he did. Only then did he realize that the entire left side of the room was a single piece of mirror, spanning the entire length and height. Not knowing what was happening, he slapped his face and pinched his neck.

Nope, both hurt and he wasn't dreaming.

D-did he, you know? Like in those novels? Transmigrated? Transported into the body of someone in another universe?

Immediately his hand grabbed his crotch and he breathed out a sigh of relief. He still had his junior, and he wasn't in some type of ABO universe. He stared at the mirror wall silently, pulling faces every so often. Somehow he felt this face was incredibly familiar, yet he couldn't pinpoint where he'd seen this before. Yet before he could figure out where he transmigrated into, a man and a woman, both dressed in what looked like matching silk pajamas like what he was wearing, burst into the room, both holding a tray packed full of breakfast food. Despite only having finished eating before he was transported wherever it was he was located now, his stomach began to rumble and earnestly made noise as the smell wafted into his nose.

"My darling son! Mommy and Daddy bought you breakfast!" Said the woman as she squeezed herself into his personal space and laid three kisses on his forehead. Shocked, his jaw dropped open before he recovered. This woman who looked like she was in her mid-20's was his mother? He turned his head to look at his 'father' and almost fainted.

Trash author, refund my money now! Trash novel, asking for a retransmigration! System, bring me back!

It was only when he had cursed enough in his brain that he realized that he, in fact, did not have the Golden Finger of having a system. It was also then that he accepted his fate. He, the highly successful Xu Lianyi of country C, became the good for nothing, overly spoiled, too soft spoken, literally can't even kill a fly, can't function without his parents' help cannon fodder from The Rise of the Monster Generation! His literal role in the novel is the dumb as hell son of the Grand Duke, who would be fed a bunch of loop-holed like a cheese grater conspiracies, believe them and be used as a scape goat! Good thing he reads every single novel he was paid to bring clout to or he never would have realized he ended up here.

This novel was indeed one of the few he actually truly hated, and he had put some of his criticisms in his comment, deviating from what he and the author had agreed upon. He couldn't help it because the story was indeed trash! From the start, he knew from the grammar alone that it was shitty as hell.

So the story went like this.

The protagonist, little Miss Perfect in everything except financial and mental capability, ends up being sold to a baron by her parents as deposit for their gambling debt. Knowing she was left with only one chance to escape before she was taken to the Baron's estate, she fled to the forest that was conveniently near the slums (in the middle of a super futuristic, high tech setting? There were still public forests not owned by the Imperial Family or a private entity?! HUH?), somehow reaching the military's base and stumbling upon the youngest Prince who was just coming out of his Torture training and mistakes him as some poor abused kid.

She then somehow trespasses and enters the base without alarming anyone, taking care of the prince for three days and three nights before she was discovered. Keep in mind that she never thought to shower or brush her teeth during these three days. Again, with absolutely no plausible reason for this to happen, she captures both the youngest and the Second Prince's hearts (who, mind you, was supposed to be the prince with germaphobia) when she cries her eyes out, slaps the hell out of the Second Prince, saying the younger one needed her help and that she shouldn't be put in jail for technically trespassing the base and for treason because she just slapped someone from the Royal Family, throwing a literal tantrum over being told she might get punished for assault, never mind assaulting a prince. Who the hell would fall for this brainless woman?

Somehow everyone present during that scene saw nothing wrong with it, and let her stay in the base. You guys can realize how this shitshow is going to get worse right?

Somehow, somewhere in the base, someone with half a braincell reports this strange woman in the upper management, and the military decides to treat her as the nanny for the youngest prince, somehow bypassing the fact that she came out of nowhere? Absolutely no background checks, no physical examinations, no one to shadow her movements incase she kills the prince in her care?

Then after that chapter, suddenly the Kind decides to check on his sons right? That can pass since the Kind was supposedly a great father to his sons and royals visiting other royals were normal. However, this woman manages to find fault with the King's way of interacting with his sons and absolutely berates him for it, and then is shocked when she gets sent to jail despite throwing a huge tantrum.

The Princes present that day were only the youngest and the Second, and both kept silent about knowing her. She was sent to jail, only to escape once again. No one noticed and no one saw the fucking underground hole she made by digging through the floor with a literal gardening shovel she covered with her bed? Anyways, after that, he was far too flabbergasted to understand and digest every single detail, but the main point is, every one is stupid and the reason the story was named The Rise of the Monster Generation was because the woman suddenly awakened fox genes and she grew a tail and retractable claws, and then everyone suddenly evolved and started to get mutations after they mixed her blood into some kind of tablet for the evolution of the masses.

Suddenly feeling that he might not have responded for quite some time now, he smiled and reached out a hand to hang on his father's arm, using another to hold his mother's shoulder, beckoning them to the desk.

He would tackle the problem of being in this shitty novel later and start filling his grumbling stomach first.