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For as long as Reon could remember, his life had been a monotonous cycle of solitude. A loner to the core, he buried himself in his studies and part-time jobs just to get by. No family. No friends. No joy. No sorrow. Just an empty existence. But fate had other plans. Reon suddenly found himself transmigrated into the world of a novel he had read, all because of a complaint about the Protagonist. However, he wasn’t reborn as the protagonist, a powerful supporting character or even a notable figure. No, fate had saddled him with the most pitiful role imaginable: A Villain! No, he wasn’t the villain who sparked fear to everyone or the rival who challenged the protagonist’s growth. No, he was that guy—the one who gets a single line of dialogue before being obliterated, his only purpose to highlight the hero’s strength. The kind of character readers would roll their eyes at and skip over without a second thought. Yes, he had become that kind of background character—cannon fodder, a disposable pawn, a nameless lackey serving under a third-rate villain! The worst kind of cliché—a spineless dog for a spoiled young master from a powerful family, wagging his tail at every order. The one whose destiny was to be manipulated and die a dog's death long before the main story even began. How could fate be so cruel? So petty?! But Reon wasn’t about to accept this. Not again. This time he wasn’t the Reon who had wasted away his first life. A world once confined to the pages of a novel had become his reality—a realm where strength commands respect, and the weak are trampled underfoot like insignificant ants. If this world wanted him to live like a dog and die like a stepping stone, it was dead wrong. This time, Reon resolved to live life to the fullest—to fight, to laugh, to love, to revel in the chaos of this fantasy world filled with magic, swords, and cultivation. No one would stop him from seizing his happiness. Not Fate. Not the so-called Protagonists. Not even Heaven itself. And if anyone dared to stand in his way? He would break the rules, exploit the extras, manipulate the main characters, and twist the very fabric of the story to serve his own ends. He would plunder the opportunities meant for the protagonist, destroy threats before they could rise, and rewrite his destiny with his own hands—whatever it took to carve out his path to survive. Would the main characters suffer? Who cares? Would the story change? Even better. This time, he would live without regrets. A glass of wine in one hand, a woman in the other, and unshakable strength beneath his feet. That was the plan… until the system arrived. . . . [Ding! The Host has awakened the Heaven Plundering System! If the host wishes to survive in this world, he must kill Heaven’s Child.] . . . WHAAT! . . . --------------------WARNING------------------- . . . . If you prefer a dense, shy, beta, submissive protagonist, then this novel is not for you. Here, the main character will be Domineering, Ruthless, Calm, Intelligent, Cunning, and Alpha-type—caring only for his loved ones while remaining cold toward the rest of the world. Additionally, female leads will be Strong, Intelligent, and Loyal—not merely waiting for the main character to come and rescue them like a fairytale prince. The harem in this story will be large, with each member being capable and equally important to the plot. Every character will have their own significance and development, contributing meaningfully to the story. . . . NO NTR!! NO YURI!! NO FUTA!! NO YAOI!! . . . [There will be smut scenes in later chapters, it will be marked as (R-18) beside the headline. Minors, please exercise caution.] . . . °°°°The story will unfold at a slower pace, so I encourage fellow Daoists to be patient and support me on this journey. If you have any suggestions or ideas, feel free to share them in the comments. I will consider adding them if I find them truly good.°°°°
The dull throb in his head made the room spin as he forced himself to sit up.
"Ugh! My head... it's like the whole world is spinning around me." He rubbed his temples, his voice barely a hoarse whisper.
"Where am I? And why does my body feel like it's been through hell?"
As he glanced around, his gaze settled on his unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn't his modest bedroom back home. The space around him was vast, filled with an air of antiquity and adorned with ornate furnishings, each piece seemingly carved with the rich history of a forgotten era.
A sturdy, ancient wooden table sat by the wall, embellished with intricate carvings, while a majestic wardrobe stood tall, decorated with lavish motifs that captured his attention despite the pounding in his skull.
Unlike his old sparse apartment that held little more than a single table and wardrobe, this place exuded a quiet yet undeniable grandeur. He couldn't help but feel an unsettling sense of awe mixed with confusion.
"Where is this place? And why am I here?"
He tried to recall the events that led him to this unfamiliar room, but his memory was blank, like fragments of a story slipping through his grasp. The last thing he remembered was reading a novel—a fantasy tale he'd just started. "Rising of the Supreme Sword Immortal".
He usually didn't read novels much, but that particular one caught his attention, so he decided to give it a try. Surprisingly, he was thoroughly enjoying it, especially for someone reading a novel for the first time, making it all the way to chapter 210.
From then, the story took a turn for the worse. The main character's arrogance grew unbearable, each decision more reckless and foolish than the last. Annoyed, he'd even left a long complaint to the author.
Could it be…? Had his critique somehow brought him here? Was he actually inside the novel, just like his classmates always talked about in the classroom?
"No, no, that's impossible," he muttered, his mind racing. "People don't just… end up inside books. There's no way."
Still, he searched for any other possible explanations. Could he have been kidnapped? No, that made no sense. He had no enemies, no one who'd want to go to this much trouble for a simple nobody and loner like him. There'd be nothing to gain, even if they killed him.
And why would he end up in a room that looked like it belonged in some ancient, martial fantasy world?
As he wrestled with his thoughts, a sudden knock echoed through the room. Before he could respond, the door flew open, revealing a figure that made his heart skip a beat.
He wanted to say, "Hey! You can't just enter anyone's room without permission." but the words caught in his throat. A crushing pressure radiated from the intruder, making it hard for him to breathe. He felt as though he might choke to death and quickly fell silent.
"Ugghh!"
He gasped, instinctively trying to turn his head to see the man's face, but a sharp pain stopped him in his tracks. Glancing down, he noticed his body was bruised and broken; his right arm and left leg throbbed painfully. Every slight movement sent fresh jolts of agony through him.
The figure stepped closer, his face hard and unreadable, his voice cold. "Xue Taiyang, you have been sentenced to three days in Frost Mountain Cave for your assault on Yang Lie."
The boy stared at the figure who looked like a middle-aged man, his face clouded with confusion. "What are you talking about, old man? And who the hell is Xue Taiyang? My name is Reon. Why would I assault Yang Lie? I don't even know who that is!" Reon thought, his mind reeling with bewilderment.
Wait! Xue... Taiyang—why does that name sound so familiar? And Yang Lie... isn't he the main character of the novel I was reading last night?
"Furthermore, your residence will be confiscated, and you will be demoted from an Inner Disciple to an Outer Disciple. Do you understand?" The middle-age man added.
Indeed, this familiar line is reminiscent of "Rising of the Supreme Sword Immortal" novel. However, it wasn't attributed to the main character; rather, it was associated with a lesser subordinate of minor third-rate villain who incited the protagonist in the Sect Disciple Selection Ceremony and ultimately met his demise—Xue Taiyang.
"Wh-WHAT?! I'm Xue Taiyang?! NO WAY! THIS CAN'T BE REAL!!!"
"No... no way! Does this mean I've actually entered the world of the novel and taken over Xue Taiyang's body?!"
Reon was screaming internally, struggling to come to terms with it. Beads of sweat began to form as the panic set in.
This bastard will be dead before the novel even reaches chapter 20. Given the state of my body, it seems he has already been beaten by the main character. That means I have only about a week left to live.
Once Xue Taiyang emerges from Frost Mountain Cave, he'll try to kill the protagonist to avenge his humiliation and ultimately die at the hands of the very character he seeks to eliminate.
"Why aren't you answering?" The stern voice of the middle-aged man snapped Reon out of his daze.
Wait! I need to calm down; I can't act suspiciously. If he discovers that I am not Xue Taiyang but rather another soul residing in his body, I could die right here.
From his attire, it appears that he is a minor Elder responsible for overseeing the Outer Sect disciples and possibly was present during the Sect's Disciple Selection Ceremony.
What I say next will decide whether I live or die.
Suddenly a notification echoed in his mind, a faint but familiar chime that sent a chill down his spine.
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[Ding! The Host has awakened "Heaven Plundering System"]
[Ding! The Host has been given four options to choose from. Please select one option carefully; any mistake could lead to your death.]
