“You can have my body, but you’ll never have my heart!”
Gong Ze had just woken up when he heard a shrill, melodramatic scream.
It drilled into his temples like two electric power tools.
He clutched his head, his face pale, lips pressed tight. The intense dizziness and pain made him feel like he might throw up if he opened his mouth.
But the voice from before kept on, crying and sobbing relentlessly.
Gong Ze squinted in pain, shaking his head slightly to clear the dizziness, pushing his hair back from his forehead. He glanced down casually—and suddenly froze.
Beneath him, a fragile, devastatingly beautiful young man was gripping a piece of broken glass tightly. Tears glistened in his eyes, his lower lip bitten, trembling with a trace of stubborn defiance.
“Gong Ze, let me go!”
The frail young man shouted at him. Blood seeped from his palm where the glass shard had cut him, but the boy seemed not to notice, tears streaming down his face beneath the man.
“Um… who the hell are you?”
Why are you in my bed!
Gong Ze’s voice was still hoarse and muffled from just waking up. He looked at the boy in surprise, but the young man let out a terrified scream.
“Get away! Don’t come near me, you rapist! If you dare—if you keep going, I’ll make sure you can never get it up again!”
“…” Gong Ze stopped and looked down at him quietly.
The beautiful young man was wearing an old-fashioned, tacky red lace lingerie robe, torn and hanging off both arms. His pale, almost blindingly white skin trembled in the air, marked with purple and red bruises from a horsewhip.
The young man sobbed.
It wasn’t hard for Gong Ze to guess what had been happening.
Even if he had no brain, he wasn’t blind. He could see the state of things beneath him and the boy.
System. Gong Ze called out inwardly.
Get your ass out here!
[Coming, coming!]
A small golden orb squeezed out of thin air, fluttering two tiny wings the size of small chicken drumsticks on its back.
[System Hello Big is at your service. Dear host, what do you need?]
“So.” Gong Ze’s patience was gone, his face dark as he glared at it. “What the hell is going on? Explain.”
At this, System Hello Big sighed.
[It’s because you were so defiant when the main system confronted you.]
One hour earlier.
…
“Gong Ze.”
“Do you know your mistake?”
A massive, shimmering golden orb hovered high in a white void.
Its voice was solemn, six wings spreading from its back. Every feather on those wings bore a same-colored eyeball.
At that moment, all those eyes were shut.
Beneath it stood a small figure—a man whose back was ramrod straight.
With one hand in his pocket, he looked up at it and smirked contemptuously.
“Wrong? What did I do wrong?”
“You forced me to be those protagonists’ lovesick doormats, and I did it perfectly, didn’t I? Hah. Who knows why they went crazy? That’s none of my business.”
The man smiled faintly, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
The main god gazed down at him.
“You toyed with the feelings of multiple protagonists, causing them to suffer mental breakdowns and bringing down entire worlds. Your crimes are unforgivable.”
“Hah. They deserved it.”
Seeing his dismissive attitude, the main god finally lost patience. It spread its wings, and in an instant, thousands upon thousands of eyes snapped open.
Solemn and ice-cold, eerie and razor-sharp!
“Unyielding and incorrigible.”
“Transmigrator Gong Ze, you are hereby sentenced to the Redemption Department. Stay there until you recognize your mistakes and earn enough forgiveness to return!”
The main god’s eyes emitted a blinding light, instantly striking Gong Ze unconscious.
And that’s how he ended up here.
The system said: [The main god was furious. If it weren’t for the fact that your track record is truly impressive—never a single failed mission—it wouldn’t have been so lenient. You got lucky this time, only being punished by being sent to the Redemption Department.]
Gong Ze ignored the boy threatening him with the broken glass, the one who had suffered at the hands of this body’s original owner. He remained leaning over the boy, his body slumped lazily, pulling a cigarette from a pack he’d grabbed off the nightstand. Pressing his thin lips around the filter, he let out a scoff.
“It should have just erased me outright.”
Gong Ze had been forcibly conscripted into the Transmigration Department by the main god.
The main god made him play the lovesick doormat for those protagonists—day after day, enduring a parade of brainless, abstract characters while wearing a smile and getting the job done.
Sure, Gong Ze knew how to adapt.
But he was never a pushover.
He played along on the surface while breaking the rules underneath, manipulating those revolting protagonists with ease. Once he’d maxed out their affection points, he’d turn on them without mercy and kick them to the curb.
The more insufferable the protagonist, the harder Gong Ze struck.
His methods were so ruthless they became legendary.
Over time, his legend spread throughout the Transmigration Department.
1. When Gong Ze takes action, he never loses.
2. In the worlds he conquered, after he left, the “lucky” children of fate ended up merely insane. The unlucky ones—along with their entire worlds—collapsed entirely.
“Some scumbags don’t deserve to be protagonists at all.”
Cigarette between his fingers, he curled his lips and exhaled a puff of smoke. His handsome, wicked face radiated a dangerous, intoxicating allure:
“Without plot armor, the place they belong is prison. Darling, I’m just serving justice. And yet, those who don’t know the truth slander me like this—how heartbreaking~”
The system watched Gong Ze’s pleased expression, speechless, and muttered quietly: [But you’re clearly enjoying it…]
“And I’ve gotten my punishment, haven’t I?”
Gong Ze’s gleefully wicked demeanor darkened at those words.
He hated the Redemption Department more than anything.
For a villain, the most shameful thing isn’t failure—it’s being forced to reform!
But to survive and keep fighting the main god, to keep getting under its skin, Gong Ze’s eyes flickered as a brilliant idea formed in his mind.
He bit down on the cigarette filter, his long eyes gleaming with cunning, showing none of his earlier discontent.
“So. Tell me about this current world. Who’s the guy in my bed?”
[Okay.]
The chicken-winged system obediently spread its wings, the two white eyeballs tucked beneath them opening.
[Hello, Host Gong Ze. Please receive the background information.]
A flood of memories poured into Gong Ze’s mind. He closed his eyes, frowning slightly as he slowly absorbed it all.
This was a melodramatic, old-school web novel.
The story took place in a place called Black City.
Timeline-wise, compared to Earth, it was roughly like the older generation’s era about twenty years ago.
At that time, social attitudes weren’t as good as they would be in later years. Black City was a chaotic mix of all kinds of people—corrupt officials in bed with gangsters, triads, thugs, corruption—everything that made Black City an infamous den of crime.
But even there, a handful of decent people could still be found, like gold panned from the mud.
For example, the Wen Group.
A wealthy, kind-hearted young couple dedicated themselves to transforming the city. They donated to orphanages and funded education for underprivileged children.
Not long after, the Wen Group developed a new drug that replaced a competitor’s product but was sold at a lower price. The young couple’s intention was to make it affordable for all residents, but this threatened the interests of other capitalists.
Moreover, due to some issues surrounding the mayoral election, they had unknowingly offended many powerful people.
So, the outcome was simple.
They died.
A car accident sent the young couple, along with their six-year-old son, plunging into a great river on their way back to the wife’s family home for the Spring Festival. No one survived.
The news caused a sensation.
Countless poor people who had received help from the Wen Group begged the authorities to conduct a thorough investigation, but there were no follow-up reports online.
Those who spoke up for the Wen Group quietly disappeared.
The Wen family, along with the wife’s family, left Black City in sorrow and gloom.
The new drug that had belonged to the Wen Group was renamed and reappeared in the pharmacies of the Sang and Qin families at a much higher price. Half of the shares were handed over to the mayor.
An undisguised division of spoils.
But they didn’t know that the boy, who was supposed to have sunk to the bottom of the river with his parents, had survived.
He was taken in and protected by the orphanage director, who had received help from the Wen family. He was raised under a new name and identity.
That boy was Gong Ze.
Gong Ze said casually, “By that standard, I should be the protagonist.”
The system flapped its chicken-wing-like appendages. [But Gong Ze stops at nothing to get revenge. Besides, the novel is told from the protagonist’s perspective. Gong Ze’s tragic backstory is barely mentioned—most of it focuses on all the terrible things he’s done.]
The pain and hatred of losing his parents turned Gong Ze into a gloomy, vicious person.
When he grew up, he began his revenge.
His first target was the Sang family.
First, he secured a spot in the Sang family’s scholarship program for underprivileged students. He coincidentally ran into Sang’s father when the man brought the media to the school for an inspection.
He acted admiring toward Sang’s father, showcasing his intelligence and talent in their conversations.
He regularly sent small, handmade gifts, saying that since he had no parents, he could only afford cheap things—playing the victim while reminding Sang’s father that he had no parents, no family, no other backing. If Sang’s father took him in, he would be utterly devoted.
This pleased Sang’s father immensely. After Gong Ze graduated, the man brought him into the Sang family’s company as an intern.
From there, Gong Ze rose step by step.
During this time, he spent his entire salary on luxury goods to bribe the foolish, greedy Sang mother. He also pretended to pursue Sang You, Sang’s father’s only son.
Although Sang You was cold toward him,
Gong Ze never got upset. If the boy wanted something, even if it meant braving a torrential downpour, Gong Ze would go and get it for him.
This move touched Sang’s father.
The man’s only regret was that his son Sang You was a sickly, weak individual.
He couldn’t perform well himself, and though he had many mistresses, only his wife had given him a son—but that son was frail and sickly, likely incapable of taking over the Sang family.
Seeing how attentive Gong Ze was to his son, Sang’s father began to consider pairing his son with his capable subordinate.
(Male-male marriage is legal in this setting.)
In Sang’s father’s eyes, Gong Ze had no parents, no family. After marriage, the only family he’d have would be the Sangs.
Moreover, Sang’s father was Gong Ze’s benefactor, and Gong Ze had always admired and looked up to him.
Gong Ze, this exceptional young man, seemed like an ideal live-in son-in-law sent by fate.
But Sang’s father didn’t know that all of this had been planned by Gong Ze from the very beginning.
When Sang’s father hinted at his intentions, Gong Ze put on a look of sheer joy, dropped to his knees, and swore to take good care of Sang You, calling Sang’s father “Dad” so enthusiastically it made the man burst with happiness.
But Sang You was unwilling.
He liked someone else—Brother Qin from the Qin family.
So Sang You made things difficult for Gong Ze at every turn. He even made Gong Ze bark like a dog, humiliating him in hopes of making him give up.
Although Gong Ze did everything asked of him, he harbored deep resentment toward Sang You in his heart, vowing that once he succeeded, he would torment the boy mercilessly.
Later, Sang’s father formally announced the engagement between Gong Ze and the protagonist bottom, Sang You, declaring that his son-in-law would be his successor.
Once his status was secured, Gong Ze gained greater power within the company.
After taking control of the company, he immediately had Sang’s father and mother captured, tied up, loaded into a car, and pushed into the river—the same way his own parents had died.
With Sang’s parents missing, all of the Sang family’s assets naturally fell to the frail, beautiful young protagonist bottom, Sang You.
But Sang You never believed his parents were just missing. He went directly to confront Gong Ze.
Seeing this, Gong Ze dropped the act and revealed his true nature. Not only did he verbally humiliate the boy with crude remarks, but he also had the boy stripped and brought to his own bed.
His plan was to sleep with the boy and then transfer Sang You’s shares to himself.
He already had the Sang family under his control.
No one was going to help the boy.
And Gong Ze would become the new elite of Black City.
That was the plan—until the protagonist top, Qin Chuan, returned from abroad. Only then did Sang You, who had suffered endless humiliation and been reduced to a mere plaything, finally see an end to his misery.
Sang You had always been secretly in love with Brother Qin.
When Brother Qin contacted him and promised to help him get revenge, Sang You’s hope reignited. He pretended to accept his fate and submit to Gong Ze, and when Gong Ze let his guard down, Sang You stabbed him, helping his beloved Brother Qin expose Gong Ze’s crimes.
Before Gong Ze could even bring down the Qin family and the mayor to avenge his parents, the wicked villain met his end.
In the final ending, the protagonist bottom, now free, felt he was too tainted to accept Brother Qin’s sincere feelings. He chose to hand over all of the Sang family’s assets to repay his beloved Brother Qin, then disappeared without a trace.
The protagonist top, Qin Chuan, spent the rest of his life in regret, searching for the boy every single day.
Gong Ze raised an eyebrow at this. “Gave up all the assets and then disappeared?”
[That’s right,] the system said, wiping its eyes with its wings and sobbing. [So touching…]
Gong Ze: Ha.
Fooling a child?
Gong Ze took a drag from his cigarette and blew out a smoke ring, squinting through the hazy smoke.
His bet was either the boy really was a foolish, lovesick idiot—
Or perhaps…
Like a used rag, he had been killed by his dear lover Brother Qin once he was no longer useful.
[So Sang You is the target this time.]
[That’s right. The one in your bed right now.]
System Hello Big said: [Our goal is to reform the image of the wicked villain Gong Ze and earn the forgiveness points of the protagonist bottom, Sang You.]
[Even though you caused his parents’ deaths—]
[And forced yourself on him—]
[And stole his family’s fortune—]
The system blinked its electric eyes at Gong Ze coyly: [But I believe in you! You can definitely do it, right, Host?]
Gong Ze: …
Gong Ze let out a cold laugh. “That dumbass main god could have just killed me outright, but instead it gave me a mission.”
Fucking ridiculous.
[Ahem, don’t say that. I’ll issue the mission now.]
The system’s lively voice suddenly shifted into a stiff, robotic AI tone:
[Ding—]
[Mission issued.]
[Main Mission: Reform Gong Ze’s villainous image]
[Side Mission: Earn the protagonist bottom’s forgiveness]
[Side Mission: Earn the protagonist top’s favor]
[Please change the ending of the story. Raise the target’s forgiveness value to 100%.]
[Current Sang You affection value: -70. Forgiveness value: 0.]
System Hello Big offered a friendly reminder:
[Based on the failed experiences of other transmigrators, you have three possible approaches:
1. The twisted confession method—claim that everything you did was because you loved him too much. Failure rate: 49%.
2. Play the victim and sincerely repent. Failure rate: 51%.
3. Freestyle.]
Gong Ze said flatly, “Three.”
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