Chapter 1: My Younger Sister Forced Me to Read a BL Novel

Yi Chuan was a straight man.

Having read Qidian novels for ten years, he never expected that one day he would be forced by his younger sister to read some nonsense BL novel.

"Bro! I have a mission for you! While I'm at summer classes, help me keep up with this book."

"This Author's writing is so satisfying! And they're a new Author, too! Remember to comment a lot and urge them to update!"

With absolutely no room for negotiation, his sister snatched his phone and performed a series of maneuvers.

An unfamiliar novel app, an unfamiliar bookshelf, and the only book on that bookshelf—"Divinity".

The only thing that gave Yi Chuan some comfort was that there was only one person on the book's cover.

Silver hair and silver eyes, a black mask and white gloves—he was so exquisite he looked like a synthetic human.

The name was correct, the cover was correct.

Knowing his sister had recently become obsessed with watching two men fall in love, he had been a bit apprehensive, but now he finally felt at ease.

But once he actually clicked into the novel, the synopsis gave Yi Chuan a head-on blow.

"Explosive Combat Power Beauty Uke"—these words seemed glued to his eyes, making them truly hard to ignore.

Although he didn't know how two men dated, thanks to his little tyrant of a sister, he actually knew what'Seme' and 'Uke' meant.

Yi Chuan closed his eyes, feeling a bit short of breath and unwilling to look further.

But at the thought of his sister's lion's roar, no matter how unwilling he was, he still braced himself and read on.

This story was addictive, but also ridiculous.

The novel's Male Protagonist was named Ning Fu Yi; Yi Chuan didn't want to call him an uke.

In a post-apocalyptic setting where Supernatural Ability users were scarce, the Author stacked protagonist halos on him. Not only was he born with dual Supernatural Abilities, but he was also the only existing person with an SS-rank Supernatural Ability.

Because of this, he was groomed as an heir by the commander of the Yuanguang Base, which bore the beautiful title of "Doomsday Lighthouse." Both his combat power and background were maxed out.

Did you think this would be a brainless post-apocalyptic zombie story that's satisfying from beginning to end?

Heh.

Having been dubbed "Humanity's Last Hope" since childhood, he was considered the person most likely to reach 3S-rank in his Supernatural Ability. To stimulate his potential, the base's deputy commander would drain his blood and bone marrow every so often.

The excruciating pain, unbearable for ordinary people, was enough to tear his mind apart. Ning Fu Yi hovered on the edge of mental collapse every time. Relying on his other C-rank healing Supernatural Ability to self-heal, he barely managed to endure until adulthood.

Male Protagonist, you're really hard to kill.

It's already the year 5202, and you're still using a 'Holy Mother' character archetype? Author, wake up!

His outward glamour earned him endless jealousy and hatred, yet in secret, he single-handedly shouldered countless dangerous missions and was separated from his parents for long periods.

On his eighteenth birthday, he was finally able to see his parents again, but he never expected it would be for the last time. In front of the commander's residence, he witnessed his parents being murdered. His Supernatural Ability went berserk, and he fell into a coma for two months.

Upon waking, he was told that his parents' killers had been executed, but that he had accidentally injured many civilians when his Supernatural Ability went berserk.

Because rumors spread among the civilians that he was the incarnation of calamity, agitators incited small-scale riots. To protect his younger sister, she had already been sent to Beichuan Base before he woke up.

Then, the'satisfying story' plot completely collapsed.

Once, while out on a mission, he saved a researcher from zombies, only to be backstabbed by them. The researcher turned around and accused him of killing the entire escort team that was protecting them.

The rumors that had been suppressed flared up again. More and more civilians began to look at him with eyes full of fear. The situation became increasingly uncontrollable, and the Ability User Association issued an arrest warrant.

The deputy commander requested an internal interrogation at the base. Ning Fu Yi trusted him and voluntarily submitted to the interrogation, only to wait for a conviction notice backed by 'irrefutable evidence.'

The entire city reviled him, and the people he had once protected viewed him as a monster. Even the citizens of the base signed a joint petition demanding the government execute this freak.

The nerve that had been under high pressure for so long finally snapped. Everything he had endured since childhood to protect humanity turned into foam.

He escaped from Yuanguang Base, deciding to head to Beichuan Base to find his sister.

But his transit clearance had long since been frozen. In order to enter Beichuan Base, he blended into a civilian Core Hunting Squad.

An attack by an Advanced Zombie resulted in the squad being nearly wiped out, leaving only him and a Mute. This Mute, for some unknown reason, actually had the audacity to boss the Male Protagonist around, without a single shred of kindness.

Yi Chuan was furious.

A protagonist as strong as him actually has to rely on a Mute laborer to get into the base? And this Mute is a character who's bossy, completely incompetent, yet dares to look down on others? Author, do you have to be this brainless when tormenting the male lead?

Fortunately, shortly after sneaking into the base with the Mute's help, Ning Fu Yi found an opportunity to kill the Mute.

That's better. Male lead, you should have this attitude of 'an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth'!

But the Author wasn't going to let Yi Chuan stay satisfied for long.

At the hundred-thousand-word mark, Ning Fu Yi had just met Qi Zheng Si—his betrothed since childhood. Before they could even speak, he was found by the Ability User Association's Disciplinary Team. At the end, a hand pierced through his heart, and then the Author stopped updating.

They! Just! Stopped! Updating!

Ten days, and there was no sign of an update. It felt very much like the Author had given up after the plot went off the rails.

I suggest the Author change the novel's name to "Inhumanity."

Do you even see what you're writing? A child of destiny born with dual Supernatural Abilities, the strongest person in the current world, gets his heart pierced by a single hand from the Disciplinary Team? Is that logical? Isn't the male lead in the top tier of combat power in this world? And you actually dare to stop updating?

For Yi Chuan, these ten days were like years. True, while this novel was full of flaws and the plot was beyond ridiculous, he really admired this brother. He had a tragic past but maxed-out combat power, and he clearly had the potential for a dark transformation and an overbearing aura.

According to this trend, if the male lead later abandoned his desire to save the world and instead dominated it, swept away the zombies, and unified human society, that would appeal to him much more than those shallow, satisfying stories that are easy from start to finish.

Since Yi Chuan was feeling very miserable, he didn't let the Author feel good either. Over these ten days, whenever he felt upset, he would go and leave a bad review for the Author, questioning why they still hadn't updated.

If he could do it over again, he would absolutely never have agreed to help his sister, who was in summer classes, read this novel and support this ridiculous new Author she liked so much.

Yi Chuan lay on his bed, tapping heavily on his phone screen. Line after line of comments urging for updates filled the input box. In just ten seconds, he had sent five in a row—

"Even if you're taking a crap, you have to squeeze it out for me first!"

Just as he was about to send the next comment, his phone suddenly displayed a low battery warning. Yi Chuan hurriedly fumbled for the charging cable.

Unexpectedly, the moment his finger touched the data cable, a sharp, burning pain shot through his fingertip, as if a red-hot steel needle had suddenly stabbed into the point of contact. Then, a surge of electricity coursed through him, and his vision plunged into darkness.

After an unknown amount of time, his consciousness felt as if it were enveloped by cold seawater. Yi Chuan couldn't even feel the existence of his body.

"Ding-dong. True fan data stream detected. About to load the 'I Insist on Making the Protagonist Hate Me' Mischief System for the host..." A cold electronic voice rang out abruptly.

"..."

As a bookworm of ten years, Yi Chuan instantly associated this with the possibility that he had transmigrated into a book. He was very calm in the face of this situation.

Like hell he was!!

"Am I dead in my original world?" Although he really wanted to act steady, his voice still shook uncontrollably.

"No."

"Alright, then I accept... Huh?" Realizing this wasn't the expected cliché answer, Yi Chuan urgently retracted the words that were about to slip out. "I refuse to load the system! I refuse to transmigrate into the book!"

Nonsense! Reading a novel is fine, but what sane person would actually want to experience it? As a college student on summer break, lying in bed with the AC on and scrolling through his phone was where he belonged.

"Understood. Based on the principle of voluntary participation, we respect the host's decision."

"However, I must remind the host."

"If you refuse, it will be difficult to guarantee the vital signs of your original physical body."

"...How is that any different from being dead? This is a predatory clause!"

"If the host completes the goal, you may return to the real world."

Yi Chuan was somewhat speechless. What kind of 'voluntary' was this? It was like playing the erhu at a gravesite—complete nonsense.

"...I accept, but you have to tell me the goal is..."

"Received host's voluntary intention to transmigrate. Performing soul connection."

Before Yi Chuan could finish his question, the system had already impatiently signed the unequal treaty with him.

As soon as the electronic voice stopped, Yi Chuan's consciousness felt as if it were violently yanked from its original track, and in the next second, it suddenly plummeted at high speed.

Just when he thought he would keep falling like this until even his consciousness dissipated, an invisible hand suddenly grabbed the back of his neck, and his downward momentum came to an abrupt halt.

His whole body went numb, and his chaotic senses were violently pulled back in that instant.

He found that he could open his eyes.

Chapter 2: Transmigrated as a Mute Cannon Fodder

Without rushing to observe his surroundings, Yi Chuan wanted to ask clearly what the conditions were for returning to the real world.

"Uh, uh..."

Broken syllables were forced out of his throat with great effort.

Good grief, how long has it been since he's had water? Yi Chuan cleared his throat and tried to speak again.

"Uh..."

Hearing this unimproved sound, Yi Chuan's eyebrows knitted into a deep frown.

Where the hell did this godforsaken system transmigrate me to!

"Answering host, this is the novel world of 'Divinity'."

The system's voice rang directly in Yi Chuan's mind.

I was careless; I almost forgot that in system novels, one communicates with the system in their mind.

"Please explain my current situation," Yi Chuan asked the system in his mind, while his throat vibrated, emitting fragmented syllables to signal to the system that his current condition was very abnormal.

"host, please explore on your own."

"..."

"Where can I file a complaint?"

Yi Chuan's teeth itched with anger, but no matter how he berated the system, the electronic voice did not respond again.

He had no choice but to turn his attention to his surroundings.

The sky was dark, and the room was somewhat dim. He was lying on a half-collapsed, peeling sofa that reeked of rot. Large patches of wallpaper had fallen off, and black mold crawled up from the base of the walls.

The sliding glass window had lost its complete outline, and jagged glass fragments were embedded in the rust-stained window frame like canine teeth.

Outside the broken window was a deathly silent street, with the skeletons of abandoned buildings in the distance hidden in the mist. Occasional low grunts came from unseen shadows, and the sound of fabric rubbing against the ground made Yi Chuan's skin crawl.

It looked like he was currently in a residential building, and on a fairly high floor.

Most of the furniture in the room lay on the floor, rotted and deformed. On the floor, there were also unidentifiable whitish fatty substances and animal bones.

Yi Chuan struggled to identify things in the dim light; they appeared to be human hand and thigh bones. His pupils shrank, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up.

Yi Chuan suspected that it wasn't just the sofa that smelled of rot; the entire living room must be filled with a sickening odor.

He wanted to vomit, but his empty stomach wasn't enough to let him throw anything up; only stomach acid surged in his throat.

Enduring a sense of dizziness similar to taking a long-distance bus through continuous curves, he propped himself up on the sofa to sit up, wanting to figure out what the situation was.

Not yet fully adapted to this new body, Yi Chuan's movements were somewhat stiff.

He had only raised his upper body halfway when a large chunk of memory that didn't belong to him was suddenly stuffed into his mind. The feeling of brain overload made the veins on his temples bulge, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

Isn't the delay on this memory infusion a bit too high!

While his head throbbed to the point of dazed consciousness, Yi Chuan quickly used his hands to brace against the edge of the sofa, barely stabilizing himself.

This mass of memory told him that the original body only possessed memories from age seven onwards. He was an orphan, a Mute, and had no name. He had grown up scrambling for food in various slums, living hand to mouth.

Until two years ago, when he encountered a civilian Core Hunting Squad. The captain saw that he was a Mute and easy to order around, so he took him into the team.

Because he couldn't speak, everyone else saved themselves the trouble and simply called him Mute. All the odd jobs in the team were given to him. Sometimes, to hunt for zombie crystal cores, they even made him act as bait to attract zombies. Fortunately, he had survived every time by luck, and they hadn't mistreated him regarding food.

Even excluding the seven-year blank, there were still thirteen years of memories. Yi Chuan only hurriedly got a general understanding of Mute's life before his head was already exhausted to the point of going blank.

By the time the dizziness finally subsided, a sense of powerlessness uncontrollably rose up.

He seemed to know who this unlucky fellow was.

Just then, a series of very light footsteps broke the surrounding silence.

Yi Chuan shook his somewhat groggy head and looked up toward the source of the sound.

The sofa was diagonally opposite the main door. The door panel had long since disappeared, and from his seated position, he could look directly into the pitch-black hallway.

A black high-top tactical boot stepped over the threshold, stained with white pulp and dark smudges.

Moonlight spilled through the broken window, and the next second, what entered Yi Chuan's sight was a head of neat, silver-white short hair.

Seeing this hair color, Yi Chuan couldn't help but secretly complain—where did this punk come from?

But the next second, he froze.

His gaze collided directly with the newcomer's eyes.

Those were a pair of soul-stirring black eyes, as dark as ink-jade soaked in a cold pool, making his snow-white skin stand out even more.

Moonlight fell on his thick, long eyelashes, casting delicate shadows.

The youth had a slender build, and his frame stretched out gracefully as he moved, like a newly sprouted tree. He wasn't cold and hard like an adult man, but instead had a bit of lingering youthful greenness.

The moment he made eye contact with Yi Chuan, his eyelashes fluttered imperceptibly. The aloof, cold aura that warned others to stay away vanished instantly, replaced by a clean smile unique to a young person.

This smile reflected in Yi Chuan's eyes, and he was momentarily dazed.

At this moment, Yi Chuan finally understood that there really was a world of difference between the mud splatters and the favored children in Nüwa's hands.

Yi Chuan could at least be considered handsome, and he'd been approached a fair few times on campus. But seeing this person, even he, who was usually stubborn, had to admit this brother was truly damn handsome.

It was already obvious who the newcomer was. With that signature silver hair and perfect bone structure, Yi Chuan couldn't think of anyone else in this novel besides the Male Protagonist who would have such looks that even men would find beautiful.

But do you think I'm going to praise you, Author?

Yi Chuan felt a pang of heartache. Why did the damn Author set up the overpowered Male Protagonist to be so stunning? It didn't fit the image of a mighty Male Protagonist he had in mind at all.

This face should appear at a confession scene in a school novel, not show up in the apocalypse holding a blood-stained knife, okay!

His previous guess was correct; he had indeed transmigrated as that Mute cannon fodder in 'Divinity' who bossed the Male Protagonist around and was killed by him after being used.

Although the Male Protagonist was smiling harmlessly now, Yi Chuan, who held the script, wouldn't be fooled by him.

He instinctively stood up. He had to change the Male Protagonist's previous impression of Mute, cling to the Male Protagonist's thigh, and avoid the ending of being cannon fodder.

Just as he stood still and before he could do anything, the cold electronic voice rang out again.

"Congratulations to the true-fan host for successfully meeting the protagonist. The conditions required to return to the real world are now provided."

"The host needs to obtain 100 disgust value from the protagonist Ning Fu Yi to be able to leave this world."

"Current Disgust Point index is 40. Keep it up, host."

"..." Godforsaken system. It doesn't speak when it should, and insists on making its presence known when it shouldn't.

Doesn't this just warn him that if he wants to go home, he can't cling to the guy's thigh?

Looking at the 'thigh' right in front of him, Yi Chuan's flattering smile froze on his lips. Just as he was at a loss, his body reacted on its own; frowning and rolling his eyes in one smooth motion, the change in expression so fast his face almost twitched.

His heart was bleeding. The system was dead set on sending him down a dead-end road.

Ning Fu Yi seemed accustomed to Mute's arrogant appearance. His smile remained unchanged as he walked into the living room, casually wiped the small knife dripping with thick black liquid, and slid it back into the leather sheath on the outside of his thigh.

His boots made dull "thud-thud" sounds on the curled wooden floor, and he didn't stop until he was two steps in front of Mute.

It wasn't apparent from a distance, but as Yi Chuan tilted his head slightly, he realized upon closer inspection that Ning Fu Yi was more than half a head taller than Mute.

Slender fingers encased in black leather gloves unzipped a pocket and pulled out a palm-sized gray block-shaped object.

Ning Fu Yi held it out in front of Mute.

Chapter 3: Getting Shot Right at the Start?

A pack of compressed biscuits.

This was a type of compressed biscuit specifically improved by the government; eating one pack could last a person an entire day. Civilians in various bases could exchange points for them every day to fill their stomachs.

With its advantages of being small, easy to carry, and cheap, it had become the top choice for dry rations when civilian Core Hunting Squads went out hunting for cores.

Seeing this, Yi Chuan finally remembered the current plot point.

At this time, they had just encountered an Advanced Zombie. Except for the Mute and the Male Protagonist, all the other teammates had died at the hands of the zombie. The Mute only managed to escape thanks to the Male Protagonist.

There was no doubt that Ning Fu Yi did it on purpose. Even if an Advanced Zombie was far beyond what a regular zombie could compare to—its strength already comparable to a human B-class Ability User, and an ordinary person would basically just wait for death upon meeting one—to the Male Protagonist, an SS-rank Esper, it was still as easy as killing a chicken.

Yi Chuan bet that Ning Fu Yi only chose to keep the Mute because he was the easiest to fool in the squad.

After all, this Mute really was a bit stupid. Yi Chuan flipped through the Mute's memories.

It was one thing for the Mute to bully Ning Fu Yi when he was disguised as an unarmed ordinary person in the squad before. Today, in order to take the Mute away from the Advanced Zombie, even without using his Supernatural Ability, Ning Fu Yi had essentially exposed his extraordinary skills. Even so, the Mute still dared to order Ning Fu Yi around.

They had fled all afternoon before finding this relatively safe place to rest. Ning Fu Yi hadn't even warmed the floor with his footsteps after entering this place before the Mute sent him out to find food.

Yi Chuan didn't know whether to lament that the Mute was too stubborn and in a hurry to reincarnate, or that the Author didn't give the cannon fodder a brain.

Seeing the Mute staring down without any intention of taking it, Ning Fu Yi's gaze turned cold.

“I only found this. Make do with it for now. If I find something better later, I'll bring it to you.”

His voice was clear and crisp, and his speaking pace was neither fast nor slow. Unlike his cold and heavy expression, his tone was actually quite gentle.

It wasn't that the Mute had eaten anything particularly luxurious; in this Radiation Zone, being able to eat compressed biscuits to fill one's stomach was already very difficult. It was just that the Mute usually loved to pick holes in everything, so Ning Fu Yi mistakenly thought the Mute was dissatisfied.

Yi Chuan only then realized that he had actually let the Male Protagonist keep his hand raised, leaving him hanging on the side.

He took the compressed biscuit and looked up at Ning Fu Yi, his expression somewhat dazed.

He was quite confused right now. The eye-rolling from before was just a physical instinctive reaction; he hadn't yet figured out how to get along with this living Male Protagonist.

By the time the Mute looked up, Ning Fu Yi had already reverted to that innocent and kind appearance of someone who knew nothing of the world.

Seeing the Mute accept the compressed biscuit, Ning Fu Yi didn't stay for a second longer. He clapped his hands as if completing a task, stepped aside, picked up a low wooden stool that had been overturned on the floor, casually brushed off the dust, sat down, and looked out the broken window at the deep darkness.

Yi Chuan's mind was a bit of a mess now. He plopped back onto the sofa and casually tore open the compressed biscuit packaging, preparing to first fill his empty stomach.

As soon as he took a bite, he almost spat it out. For a college guy living in the 21st century who was used to eating delicacies, this was practically like eating sh—

The texture was the same as in the Mute's memory: coarse and hard to chew, with a strange, rancid aftertaste. It got stuck in his throat when he swallowed, making Yi Chuan's face flush red. It was worlds apart from the milky-flavored varieties eaten by the upper-class people.

Of course, it was impossible for the Mute to have eaten high-grade products; this was the description from the original novel.

According to what was written in the original book, a Cosmic Cataclysm occurred, and a large number of meteorites fell. The radiation brought by the meteorites caused humans within the surrounding range to mutate into zombies, while a very small number of humans awakened Supernatural Abilities to become Ability Users.

And now, it was already the thirtieth year since the apocalypse arrived. In the Radiation Zones outside the Survival Bases, it was naturally impossible to pick up food from the old era that was still edible.

Although the leftover food from the old era couldn't be eaten, if one was lucky enough to encounter 'predecessors,' they could pick up the predecessors' food stores with one click. Well, his former teammates had also become members of the 'predecessors.'

Yi Chuan was amused by his own dark humor.

Thinking this, he couldn't help but peek at Ning Fu Yi again.

It had to be said that the Author gave the Male Protagonist a perfect bone structure. His jawline, having just reached adulthood, hadn't completely lost its softness, his brow bones were meticulously carved, and the bridge of his nose was straight and slender.

If he appeared in reality, Yi Chuan would inevitably feel a bit jealous. Yi Chuan touched the Mute's face; comparing the two, he felt that even if it were in a book, he would still feel a bit envious.

However, Yi Chuan frowned in confusion. The cover of the original book clearly showed silver hair and silver eyes, but the description in the book said silver hair and black pupils. He looked at Ning Fu Yi's ink-black pupils; could it be that the Author got the cover wrong?

He subconsciously pursed his lips. To be honest, seeing the protagonist of the book with his own eyes felt very strange.

Yi Chuan was staring so intently that he didn't even notice Ning Fu Yi turning around, until he unexpectedly bumped into a cold gaze devoid of temperature.

But in the next instant, that gaze softened, returning to that clear and clean light smile, as if the previous coldness was just Yi Chuan's hallucination.

“What's wrong?”

“Uh...” Caught red-handed, Yi Chuan was so flustered he forgot he was currently a Mute, “...”

Not knowing how to explain his peeking just now, he subconsciously hugged his arms and shivered, then pointed a finger at Ning Fu Yi's jacket.

After pointing, Yi Chuan froze. Although he was indeed a bit cold, this movement was not of his own volition.

The nighttime temperature in the abandoned, uninhabited city dropped sharply. The cold wind swirled in through the broken window, wailing as it greeted Yi Chuan's body, carrying the smell of metallic rust and the rancid odor of decaying corpses.

It seemed the original body had often bullied and taken Ning Fu Yi's jacket before. He wasn't surprised at all and immediately understood the Mute's meaning.

In the quiet space, the metallic zipper was slowly pulled open with a 'hiss,' and finally hit the buckle with a 'ding,' the lingering sound swirling in Yi Chuan's ears.

The jacket was briskly taken off by Ning Fu Yi. Underneath was a black tight-fitting shirt, wrapping around his thin and firm waist. The outline of his chest muscles was clearly visible with the rise and fall of his breathing, and his six-pack abs were well-proportioned and distinct.

Unlike muscles trained in a gym, Ning Fu Yi's muscles were obviously forged from long-term combat. They weren't exaggerated, but a sense of power could be felt even through the fabric.

For a moment, Yi Chuan was filled with emotion. On one hand, he was very satisfied with Ning Fu Yi's physique—this was the kind of posture a badass Male Protagonist should have. On the other hand, he was even more certain that the Mute's brain really wasn't up to par. With a'squishy' body like the Mute's with only one abdominal muscle, where did he get the confidence to order the Male Protagonist around?

Ning Fu Yi walked over carrying the jacket.

Watching Ning Fu Yi approach step by step, it was truly difficult for Yi Chuan to equate the person before him, who hadn't yet completely shed his youthful innocence, with the calculating person who would later take the opportunity to kill the Mute.

After the Mute took the jacket, Ning Fu Yi didn't leave immediately. Instead, he stared at him motionlessly, his gaze unreadable.

Yi Chuan felt a bit creeped out by the stare. His eyebrows furrowed, and he subconsciously raised his hand to give Ning Fu Yi a 'lesson.'

That's right, the original body was such an unreasonable person. Because he couldn't speak, he would directly resort to physical force when angry.

With a'slap' sound, Ning Fu Yi didn't dodge, his arm taking the full force of the Mute's unrestrained palm strike.

Looking at his own reddened palm, Yi Chuan didn't know if Ning Fu Yi felt pain, but his own hand was shaken numb. Was this guy's arm made of iron?

Ning Fu Yi was already used to this Mute's sudden fits of madness. His gaze swept over the Mute's palm, which he was currently blowing on, and without saying anything, he reached behind his waist and pulled out a handgun.

“...” Yi Chuan was so scared his palm no longer hurt. He hurriedly moved his butt back, crossing his arms in a defensive posture in front of his chest.

What are you doing? It was just one slap, is it really necessary to eliminate him because of that?