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Du Rui, an exceptionally forgetful reader, finds himself transmigrated into one of the top male harem stallion novels, but as the antagonist. Now inhabiting the role of Xue Xinyu, the cunning villain, Du Rui struggles to maintain his s...
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Sitting up from the floor, Xue Xinyu emitted a long-suffering sigh that seemed to echo his disbelief at the day's events. He mentally replayed the absurd sequence that had unfolded: from finding himself imprisoned to playing therapist to a troupe of undead creatures, having a heart-to-heart with their melancholic general, and receiving an unexpected visit from Zhao Lian. Each twist was more surreal than the last, making him wonder if he had somehow slipped into a dreamscape of his own making.
Shaking his head, he dismissed the thought. This was no dream; the sheer complexity of his situation was too intricate to be a mere figment of imagination. Reality, with all its quirks and eccentricities, had never been this creatively convoluted. Right now, all he yearned for was a simple, undisturbed night's sleep—preferably in a bed that didn't resemble a medieval torture device.
But slumber was a luxury he couldn't afford just yet. He had a list of pressing tasks: devise a feasible escape plan for the general, aid the undead in their pursuits, orchestrate a prison break, find an inn that didn't sport a "criminals not welcome" sign, and only then could he indulge in some well-deserved rest.
Pushing aside his chaotic thoughts, Xue Xinyu turned to face the concerned onlookers around him. "My apologies," he began, his voice carrying a note of forced levity. "It must be that my body is still adjusting to this illusionary world." He gave a nonchalant shrug, hoping to deflect further inquiries. After all, the bizarre nature of reality was more than enough without adding his own peculiarities.
"I see, Star of Destruction," the general said, his voice a mix of reverence and hesitation.
Xue Xinyu rolled his eyes internally at the title. Star of Destruction? Was he supposed to have a cape and a dramatic theme song to go with it? "You needn't call me that," he replied dryly. "Just Xue Xinyu will do."
The general, now introduced as Chen Hao, nodded solemnly. "Thank you. My name is Chen Hao."
"Very well, Chen Hao," Xue Xinyu said, a glimmer of purpose in his eyes. "Shall we work on getting you back to where you belong?"
Chen Hao's response was immediate and enthusiastic, his eagerness practically radiating from him. He waited with bated breath, ready for Xue Xinyu's next move, his anticipation clear and palpable.
Xue Xinyu's mind raced through potential solutions. Opening portals wasn't his specialty; demolishing worlds, on the other hand, was right up his alley. After all, why fiddle with a door when you could raze the entire structure?
With a dramatic flourish that would make even seasoned illusionists envious, Xue Xinyu bit into his finger, drawing a single drop of blood. He let it fall onto the floor with the kind of flair that demanded an orchestral crescendo.
The result was nothing short of spectacular. A deep, dark blue light exploded from the point where his blood touched the ground, spiraling upward with a ferocity that resembled a tornado on overdrive. The very earth quaked beneath their feet, windows shattered with a sound that could rival thunder, and the fabric of reality seemed to warp and ripple like a fever dream.
