I Use a Chainsaw to Conquer the Yandere Male Lead - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I transmigrated into a yandere novel as a cannon-fodder supporting female character. To stay alive, I had to capture the Male Lead and win his love.

It all sounded perfectly reasonable, right?

No, no, no!

Your girl survived alone for ten years in the apocalypse. My whole family, dog included, got wiped out.

My motto was simple: if I can live, I live. If I can’t, then whatever. You want me to lick some man’s boots to survive? Hard pass!

Besides, in all the power-fantasy novels I read back in the apocalypse, Systems handed out items and pocket dimensions. Why do I get nothing and still have to grovel under a man?

No benefits, all hard labor. Who wouldn’t lose it? I yanked the chainsaw cord and fully embraced joy. My power was beyond even my imagination.

Chapter 2

Of course, on the surface, I still had to put on an act.

I wagged a finger at the System and gave it a look that said, See, this is what you don’t understand.

Did “capturing” him have to mean influencing him with love? When you cleared a boss in a game, nobody said you had to influence the boss with love.

No matter how pretty or handsome a boss was, once that health bar appeared, it was dying under my salted-fish blade.

So, didn’t killing the Male Lead count as a method of clearing him too?

System: That is wildly unreasonable, but somehow it makes sense!

The little ball of light the System had turned into circled me once, its voice worried. [Actually, before you, ninety-nine Hosts already failed. Not only that, the Male Lead refuses to follow the plot, and he won’t pursue the Female Lead either.]

I slapped my thigh and kept selling the System my grand vision.

“Obviously, the previous Hosts chose the wrong capture strategy. I already told you, killing the Male Lead is the only way to clear the route.”

The System bobbed up and down in innocent confusion, as if nodding. [Oh… All right, then. Be careful.]

Careful of what?

I spent ten years in the apocalypse. My nickname was Outlaw. I roamed the world with a household chainsaw in hand.

Once the engine roared, everyone was equal.

Chapter 3

But damn, this Male Lead was hard to kill.

The Male Lead, whom I had chopped into pieces, writhed on the floor. Then, somehow, every chunk of flesh started fighting the others.

The half of his head by my foot gained the upper hand entirely thanks to that mouthful of ghastly white teeth.

What

was this, Tomie?

I kicked the Male Lead’s head away, borrowed his bathroom to clean myself up, then left in style.

The next day, the cold Male Lead, back from the dead, actually lowered his head and smiled shyly when he saw me.

Only then did I notice the Favorability above his head: 70.

Chen Zhi’s fair face was slightly flushed. His terrifyingly black eyes were half-hidden beneath curved lids. “Last night… that was my first time…”

This truly scandalous statement made all the little lackeys around me, the villainess, widen their eyes.

“Oh my, don’t say things like that in public.”

“Sister Jiu is amazing. She actually took down this icy hottie.”

Chen Zhi did not stop until he had shocked everyone to death. Still blushing, he went on, “It did hurt a little. Next time, be gentler. Oh, I don’t mean you were bad. I know that you being willing to… me is already very good.”

I reached out and covered Chen Zhi’s mouth.

Around me came a chorus of hooting like monkeys, along with one extremely loud shout: “Holy crap, as expected of Sister Jiu. She’s into pegging.”

I glared at Chen Zhi. His round eyes misted over, then curved into crescents.

At the same time, an itch spread across my palm, cold and wet enough to make my scalp crawl!

He!

Licked me!

I yanked my hand back and wiped it on Chen Zhi’s crisp white shirt.

The System said excitedly, [I knew it! Host, you already knew about the Male Lead’s constitution, so you only pretended to kill him. In reality, you were increasing his Favorability.]

What kind of genius-level nonsense was that?

You’re the System, and you didn’t know the Male Lead could be chopped into cookie crumbs and still revive. How was I, a mere worker, supposed to know?