Chapter 1: I Became a Rich Second-Generation Villain

At the school gate, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan came to a stop, and the chauffeur respectfully opened the car door.

A young man stepped out of the vehicle.

The boy appeared to be around eighteen, tall and handsome.

Many girls arriving for school looked at him with admiration, their hearts fluttering and their curiosity piqued. They couldn't help but be drawn closer.

But the young man's expression was grim, giving off an aura that discouraged any unwanted attention.

His name was Haoran Wang.

At this moment, Haoran's mood was exceptionally poor.

After all, such an experience would sour anyone's mood. 

Before transmigrating, he was an orphan struggling in a big city, nearly thirty, still failing to achieve much and unable to win over even a single girl. He was a complete and utter failure.

Almost all the terrible experiences one could imagine had occurred in his life.

After transmigration, he found himself as a rich second-generation heir.

Good family background, handsome looks, excellent academic performance.

Every day, he was chauffeured around in a Cullinan.

His pocket money was so abundant it was practically unspendable.

One would normally wake up smiling from such a life.

Indeed, the first few days after transmigration had been quite enjoyable; he was living a dream-like life, so different from his previous miserable existence.

But he soon realized that things weren't as simple as they seemed.

Recently, a bottom-tier student in his class had made rapid academic progress and was interacting with the school belle, who was also the academic monitor.

In everyone's eyes, Haoran Wang and the school belle were meant to be together.

Though the school belle herself did not acknowledge this.

With the bottom-tier student getting closer to the school belle, the sycophantic underlings couldn't help but try to curry favor with him.

The day before, they had cornered the bottom-tier student to teach him a lesson.

Three against one seemed like an easy win.

Yet, the result was that the three underlings were soundly beaten!

Haoran Wang, who had read countless web novels in his previous life, felt an eerie familiarity with this scenario.

Wasn't this a typical plot where the underdog rises and wins over the school belle?

And his own background and conditions seemed like the perfect setup for a villainous rich second-generation character.

The thought made Haoran smile wryly, thinking he might be overthinking it.

Just then, the standard transmigrator's system appeared.

The system was called the Super Villain System.

Through it, Haoran learned that he had transmigrated into a parallel world constructed from an urban romance novel.

His identity was unmistakably that of a villainous rich second-generation heir, a mere tool to be slapped in the face by the protagonist.

According to the main storyline, he would continuously oppose the protagonist but fail at every turn, eventually leading to his downfall within about a hundred chapters.

His family fortune would be seized by the protagonist, and the girl he liked would become the protagonist's.

"Damn it, why did I have to transmigrate as a villain? Why couldn't I have transmigrated into something better? I won't even last a hundred chapters—this is just ridiculous!" Haoran cursed inwardly.

But given the situation, he knew there was no point in fighting against it.

However, that didn't mean he would resign himself to his fate.

From recent events, it was clear that the plot was only beginning.

The protagonist was still in the early stages of development and wasn't strong enough to confront him head-on.

With his vast resources, Haoran had a significant advantage over the protagonist.

As long as he utilized these resources wisely and stayed vigilant, he wasn't entirely without hope for a turnaround.

"Boss,"

As he pondered, a hat-wearing boy approached him from behind.

Under the hat, his face was visibly bruised.

He was one of Haoran's three main underlings, named Jian Fan.

The other two were named Tong Fan and Shou Sheng Qin.

Listen to these names!

Jian Fan, a troublemaker?

Tong Fan, a good-for-nothing?

Shou Sheng Qin, a beastly offspring?

These three were the epitome of the villainous sidekicks.

Clearly, these were deliberately designed by a whimsical author.

Jian Fan looked awkward and was clearly embarrassed by the defeat.

Three against one and they still lost.

Jian Fan couldn't bear the silence any longer and admitted their mistake.

"Boss, you can hit or scold us, whatever you like. We've embarrassed you."

"Where are the other two?" Haoran asked without scolding, simply inquiring.

He knew blaming them was pointless; after all, they had faced the protagonist who was shielded by the protagonist's halo.

Jian Fan sighed in relief when Haoran didn't reprimand him. He approached more closely and chuckled awkwardly.

"Boss, I ran a bit faster and got fewer hits. The other two were slower and got beaten badly. Their faces are almost unrecognizable. They'll take a few days to recover!"

Haoran looked at Jian Fan's expression and couldn't help but feel speechless.

What kind of foolish underlings had this ridiculous author assigned him?

Running faster to avoid fewer hits and boasting about it?

Was he expecting praise?

"If you keep smiling like that, I'll slap you," Haoran couldn't tolerate Jian Fan's silly grin any longer.

"Boss, no, no, I'm sorry. I won't smile anymore," Jian Fan quickly admitted his mistake and continued.

"Don't worry, I'll make it up. I'll bring ten more brothers today!"

"Save it. It's useless," Haoran shook his head.

They had already alarmed the protagonist. With the protagonist's halo, even if they brought more people, it would only serve to give the protagonist more practice.

Even if the protagonist couldn't win, he would certainly escape with ease.

It was a fruitless endeavor.

"Useless? Then, boss, should I bring twenty?" Jian Fan asked.

"Enough with the nonsense. I said it's useless."

"How about thirty then?"

"You might as well call your mom!" Haoran snapped, unable to hold back any longer.

"Call my mom? Boss, that's... not possible. My mom is weak and couldn't fight," Jian Fan said with a grimace.

Haoran massaged his temples. What kind of foolish underlings had he been given?

Suppressing his urge to hit something, he calmed himself and said.

"Don't do this kind of thing again in the future."

"Ah, boss, but that guy is pursuing my sister-in-law. He's really something we can't tolerate," Jian Fan argued.

"Tell me, am I more handsome or that guy?" Haoran countered.

"Of course, you're more handsome, boss. That guy is just average-looking."

Jian Fan answered without hesitation, and it was clear he wasn't just flattering Haoran—this was the truth.

"Is it because of my family background or that guy's?" Haoran asked further.

"Boss, your family has hundreds of billions in assets. That guy comes from an ordinary background. There's no comparison."

"Is it because of my academic achievements or his?"

"You're among the top ten in the school, a definite academic genius. He's at the bottom, a complete academic failure."

"Then, is that it? With my superior conditions, how could I possibly lose to a bottom-tier, poor kid? Why are you meddling so much?"

"Boss, I understand now. We won't interfere again without your orders. That guy isn't worthy of comparing with you."

Jian Fan finally got it.

Haoran nodded, giving Jian Fan a look that suggested he was not completely hopeless.

Suddenly, a system notification appeared in his mind.

[Ding! Guiding underling behavior and slightly altering the plot direction. Gained 100 Villain Points.]