Quick Transmigration: Strategy of Playing the Victim - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

“Last time you had me do a redemption mission, and this time you’re making me do a capture mission. Are you sure you haven’t got the wrong person?”

Holding a cup of tea, I walked along the second floor of the villa, its hallway covered in an opulent carpet, while conversing with the System in my head.

“Don’t forget, I’m from Blank Team.”

“We haven’t forgotten, we haven’t! But you’re the only one in the Quick Transmigration Department with a one-hundred-percent mission success rate. This world only has one chance left for capture, too. If the mission fails again, this world is finished…”

The System sounded exactly like a neglected wife shut away in some inner courtyard. “I don’t know what’s going on with this villain. His Darkening Value clearly isn’t that high, but no one can capture him.”

“I’ve read your files. You’ve been using the wrong method.”

As I walked toward the bedroom at the end of the corridor, I said, “This is a capture mission, but every previous tasker used a redemption approach.”

The System was puzzled. “For a darkened villain, isn’t redemption the best way to capture him?”

“But he’s different from other villains. He was betrayed by his own younger brother, lost both legs in a car accident, and had everything taken from him. That’s why he darkened.”

“So how is that different?”

Stopping in front of the door at the end of the hall, I tilted my head.

“He was always heaven’s favored son. He’s never lacked love since childhood. To him, your redemption feels like pity and charity. He doesn’t need it.”

The System asked, “Then what… does he need?”

I smiled in silence and raised my hand to knock on the door.

A voice soon came from inside. “Get lost.”

Even through the heavy wooden door, the agitation and fury in that voice were clear.

“No one can get near this villain when he’s throwing a fit. Host, you’d better-”

The creak of the door cut off the System’s rambling.

I pushed it open and stepped inside.

The instant I crossed the threshold, my gaze was naturally drawn to the man in the wheelchair.

His face looked as if it had been carved, his brows and eyes cold and sharp. A thin sheen of sweat clung to his forehead, and his restrained expression added a sickly beauty to his cool, aloof features.

His hands were braced on the armrests on either side of the wheelchair, caught in the motion of struggling to rise.

Hearing the noise, he immediately withdrew his hands and looked up. His naturally amorous peach-blossom eyes were filled with a heavy, baleful hostility.

The villain of this world: Gu Nianbei.

In a low voice, he repeated, “Get out.”

I froze where I stood, blinking in confusion, then continued walking toward the small table inside the room and poured a cup of tea.

Before Gu Nianbei could say “get lost” again, I had already held the tea out in front of him.

Gu Nianbei’s expression turned exceptionally ugly. He reached out, took the teacup, and slammed it hard against my leg.

The movement was so violent that tea splashed over the back of his own hand, instantly reddening the skin.

“I told you to get lost. Do you not understand?”

I lowered my eyes to look at my drenched pants, then raised my head and met Gu Nianbei’s murderous stare.

Without warning, I took his hand and turned it over, forcing his palm upward.

“You-”

Before Gu Nianbei could even struggle, my fingertip had already landed in his palm.

Stroke by stroke, I wrote: I can’t hear.

Gu Nianbei’s struggling stopped.

The System, which had been silent for ages, shrieked, “Host, what are you doing?”

“Only by pretending I’m even more miserable than him will I have a good chance at capturing him.”

As I answered the System in my head, I pulled out the small notebook and pen I’d prepared long ago and swiftly wrote on the paper.

I looked at Gu Nianbei and blinked innocently, feigning bewilderment as I stuffed the notebook into his hand.

Gu Nianbei lowered his eyes and saw the line written there:

“I have a heart condition. Could you not be so fierce with me?”

Gu Nianbei’s hand trembled violently.