Chapter 1 Trying to Steal My Wife? "Murphy..."
"Morpheus, is that female insect with you? You're probably tired of it by now, right? How about we borrow it for a few days?"
"I heard he was quite high-ranking before. We're really benefiting from your help this time. We'll send him back to you in a few days, how about that?"
"If another prince hosts a banquet next time, we will definitely tell you immediately. You were really lucky this time."
The male insects, dressed in bright and shiny clothes, laughed and joked about the ownership of a female insect, as if they were talking about a cheap toy.
In a corner of the living room, inside a large cage shrouded by a huge blackout cloth, the silver-haired, aloof beauty was suspended high with her hands, her head hanging limply. Excessive blood loss was gradually weakening her senses, and her body was chilling. The pain of her shattered core was gradually spreading throughout her body.
Since that serious injury, his gene level has been declining, and weakness and chaos have always accompanied him. Now, his insect core has cracked open with small fissures.
He knew he was going to die.
A brief surge of power filled his body along with the shattered insect core, like a final burst of energy before death; perhaps he could use his last strength to try something...
"Don't you have your own wives? Are you trying to steal mine?"
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Could it be that now, Murphy is lazily rubbing his temples while spouting off whatever comes to mind, his words flying ahead and his soul chasing after them?
We did something big last century, it was really awesome, but it left me a little dizzy.
Murphy is a professional actor whose daily job is to enter various small worlds to play the villainous boss. However, because he accidentally messed up the plot so badly that even his own mother wouldn't recognize him, the main system, unable to tolerate him any longer, threw him into this punishment world, demoting him from a big boss to a small cannon fodder.
This world is a bit strange—male insects are superior to female insects, because female insects will lose control and die without the comforting pheromones of male insects.
The protagonist of this world is such an unlucky female insect. She is about to reach the pinnacle of insect life after overcoming all obstacles, but overnight she is spotted by a trashy male insect and forcibly taken into his harem. The protagonist resists to the death and is then thrown to his little follower for torment.
That's right, Murphy is this little sidekick. He was chosen because his rank was low enough to maximize the humiliation effect.
According to the plot, all he needs to do is strictly follow orders to torture the protagonist to the point of near death, and then be defeated in a counterattack, which will quickly end this world of punishment.
Normally, that's how it is. To prevent him from doing tasks recklessly, the main system has set up a backup plan. This time, he's wearing a body double, and in a month, he'll undergo a formal and comprehensive gene collection. If he's discovered to be an unregistered person who impersonated someone else, he'll probably be sentenced to death by the Supreme Court and executed on the spot.
Murphy yawned lazily.
Sigh, the main system is really well-protected, but it's interesting and worth the challenge.
The male insect, who was used to being bossy in front of Murphy, thought he had misheard and waved his hand in front of Murphy's eyes. "What, what did you say? Are you drunk?"
"Could it be that they really can't bear to part with it?"
The original owner was not a native insect of the Federation's central star, but a male insect that had been found not long ago from a remote, desolate planet. Because of his low level, he often hung out with this group of insects and spent his days eating and drinking at the banquets of various high-level male insects.
When he can't get any freeloaders, he's the one who gets freeloaders; that's what happened today.
The male insect didn't get to see Murphy's ingratiating smirk; instead, he received a heavy slap. The crisp sound made the laughter and chatter in the living room pause for a moment, and the pain made him immediately pull his hand back.
"What are you doing? Did you take the wrong medicine today?" the male insect immediately retorted.
Murphy picked up a tissue and wiped his hands, saying, "What's the rush? I just swatted a fly that kept buzzing around me, and I couldn't stand it."
The male insect's face darkened immediately. He wanted to continue his outburst, but the blond male insect beside him held his hand down. "Forget it, Morfield probably just hasn't seen such a high-level female insect before. She's still excited about it, so..."
Unfortunately, before his words, which were half comforting and half gloating, could finish, the artillery fire turned on him.
"Yes, it's my fault for being too outstanding." Murphy sighed dramatically. "Alas, there's nothing I can do. Among a bunch of short and ugly people like you, I'm just too tall, handsome, and eye-catching. I was chosen right away. I'm really sorry."
"You?!" The blond male insect froze, both shocked and angry.
Murphy had always been subservient to them, so these words sounded sarcastic and unsettling.
Murphy raised his hands to his chin and smiled, "You heard me right, trash should be aware of what trash is, don't you agree?"
Upon hearing this, the several male insects sitting or standing leisurely around all turned to look at Mophiel, seemingly doubting that they had misheard. How could Mophiel, who could be ordered around by anyone in the past, actually say such a thing?
A red-haired male insect with a rather volatile temper slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "Are you out of your mind? Who are you calling trash?"
Murphy blinked. "Oh, what's the rush? Never looked in a mirror before? You'll still need to pee even if you don't have a mirror."
Before they could react, Murphy shrugged. "If you can't even pee... well, even an idiot can take care of himself. If you're not even as good as an idiot, you might as well hang yourself with a noodle. Living is just a waste of air, but dying will benefit the land."
The red-haired male insect was so angry that his face turned red, the same color as his hair. "Who do you think you are, daring to call us trash? You're just a lowly F-rank insect. How could you have entered that prince's banquet without us? Now that you've received the benefits, you're turning your back on us?"
"Exactly, anything from a garbage planet is garbage."
"If we hadn't been willing to take you under our wing back then, do you think you'd be where you are today?"
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Once that started, the living room erupted in noise, with everyone angrily berating Murphy.
As the situation escalated further, the yellow-haired male insect, who often led the way to plunder, sensed something was wrong; if things continued like this, the scene would become rather ugly.
If a physical altercation were to break out and other people found out, they would probably become known in social circles as ill-mannered thugs.
The consequence was that they would be turned away from any banquets of any caliber, which was absolutely unacceptable to these social butterflies who made their living solely from networking.
So he took the initiative to mediate.
"Forget it, since he doesn't welcome us, let's just leave. Don't bother arguing with a madman. Let's go somewhere else to have fun."
"But from now on, we should avoid associating with insects like these."
In just a few words, they pinned all the blame on Murphy, as if they weren't the ones who swaggered in every week to freeload.
"Heh, we can't afford to associate with insects like that." The angry red-haired male insect snorted coldly, shaking off his hand, but still giving him face.
It's not a good look for male insects to fight each other, and it will affect their future social circles.
Murphy raised his hand and locked the door in front of them, smiling, "I never said you could leave."
What else do you want?
Murphy gestured towards the messy table, "I'm always very generous, kind, and fair. Five bugs, 47,685.35 star coins, how about that?"
The red-haired male insect immediately retorted, "Didn't you invite us here? Why should we pay you?"
"And why should we pay so many star coins for such a small amount of stuff?" It's even rarer to calculate star coins down to two decimal places.
“Then there’s no obligation to explain.” Murphy crossed his arms and smiled. “You don’t need to worry about how it’s calculated, just pay it.”
That's robber logic!
“Robbers? No, no, no, I always subdue insects with virtue. As for what virtue is…” Murphy chuckled, picked up a handy empty wine bottle, and put it on the table, the thick tablecloth making a dull thud.
One of the male insects scoffed, "What? You think you can just take it from us if we don't give it to you?"
"Hilarious! Low-level insects are indeed weaklings..." They can't even break a wine bottle.
Before the male insect could finish his sarcastic remark, the bottle flew past his head, the force of which grazed his ear, sending a burning pain through him.
The bottle slammed against the wall behind it, making a loud cracking sound that instantly silenced the noisy hall.
Murphy chuckled softly, "Why are you all suddenly silent? Don't you like this one? Then I'll choose another one?"
"You! You!" The red-haired male insect's legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground. The bottle had almost hit him squarely on the head. His ears were so painful they were almost numb. So what did he mean by changing it? He dared to throw a knife at someone else?
"I'm a male insect!" he said, his words threatening but his heart was weak.
Murphy touched another wine bottle and said regretfully, "What a pity. If you run into me, even if you turn into an ant today, you won't be able to leave this door without paying."
The remaining insects all took a step back, fearing that they would be the target this time.
Communication between male insects is all about insults; after all, their fighting abilities are pretty much the same, so a fight wouldn't really make a difference, and would only make them a laughing stock in their respective circles.
But this madman, Murphy, doesn't seem to be after them for the fight; he seems to be after their heads.
But they felt that today was no different from any other day. The only difference was that they asked him for a female insect. If he didn't give it to them, so be it. Was it really necessary?
The dim lighting was originally the perfect atmosphere for having a few drinks, but in this small living room filled with the smell of alcohol, they looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face backlit by the light and felt a sense of fear on their part.
Murphy smiled and said, "68,746.85 Star Coins, a fair price."
The scene was completely silent.
After weighing the pros and cons, no one dared to be the first to speak up, and they could only accept their bad luck today.
A few minutes later.
As the sun set, a small house on the street opened its door, and five or six male insects filed out.
After paying the increased "ransom," we lined up to leave Murphy's house. Seeing the setting sun outside, we were actually quite moved.
They vowed never to set foot here again.
Murphy may have really gone mad!
...
On the other side, Murphy collected the money one by one, slammed the door shut, turned around, looked back, paused, as if he had forgotten something...
Tick-tock—
Tick-tock—
The faint sound of dripping water broke out in the silent air; the sound was slow but showed no sign of stopping.
Murphy caught a faint smell of blood, which had been completely masked by the smell of alcohol and he hadn't noticed it at first.
Oops.
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Synopsis: Wen Yubai is a "lucky person" who accidentally steps into a time rift while walking down the street and ends up in a book.
What's worse is that she wore several books at once, jumping back and forth between several grand dramas about wealthy families every day.
The first book is a melodramatic and realistic story about a real and a fake young master. The fake young master is a beautiful, sickly, and manipulative woman, while the real young master is an honest and simple country bumpkin. In the end, the fake young master wins the family fortune, marries into a wealthy family, and achieves a perfect victory.
The second book is a melodramatic love story set in a wealthy family, featuring a domineering CEO and his unborn, pitiful kept woman. In the end, before either of them could even speak, the scheming woman took advantage of their vulnerability and the relationship ended badly.
The third book is a criminal case about a male movie star who falls from grace and is defrauded. The naive young master is deceived, his heart is taken away, and his family property is stolen. He is then vilified online and killed in the street by the movie star's crazed fans.
The lucky one, Wen Yubai, is neither the protagonist nor the villain; even a cannon fodder character is more noble than him.
That's right, he became a wandering ghost, spending his days watching the show in the huge mansion, occasionally giving pointers to the bullied little fool. Apart from not being able to eat sunflower seeds, he lived a rather enjoyable life.
Oh, and by the way, let me tease a certain big shot who always seems to appear in various iconic scenes. This big shot has a fearsome reputation that can stop children from crying at night, but he is undeniably tall, with a great waist and long legs.
As the biggest boss in several books, his ending—a car accident and drowning at sea—is rather tragic. Let's cherish what we have while we can.
Until one day.
Wen Yubai: Handsome, wanna date? I'll help you defeat the evil male lead and reach the pinnacle of life!
Pei Zhaolin: Hmm.
Oh wow...
It's like he can hear me!
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