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Xia Yang has spent lifetimes hopping through worlds—king, assassin,CEO, doctor, chef, and more. But when he suddenly wakes up in a new body, his system drops a bombshell: This is your original world. Then, just as quickly, it vanishes, leaving him stranded with no memories and no clue what to do next.

Before he can even figure out his identity, a series of unexpected twists lead to the ultimate disaster—he gets tricked into living with Long Wei, the cold and untouchable king of showbiz. The two clash instantly, their every interaction turning into a battle of wits and sharp words.

But as the days pass and sparks fly, their constant bickering begins to shift into something neither of them expected. Could this be the beginning of a love story Xia Yang never saw coming?

Transmigration's End: The Start of Love(BL)

Xia Yang's eyes snapped open, and his heart hammered as he took in the disarray around him. The room was far from ordinary—a sordid collection of s*x toys and paraphernalia littered every surface. Restraints, blindfolds, and bottles of suspicious liquids were strewn across the nightstands, spilled across the floor in chaotic disarray. The shock of it all made his stomach churn with revulsion and disbelief.

For a long moment, he stared at the items, his mind racing with questions. Who had used this body before him, and what kind of life had led to such debauchery? Anger and confusion swirled together in his chest as he muttered under his breath, cursing the bizarre circumstances of his new existence.

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor outside the room. Instantly, Xia Yang's survival instincts kicked in. He forced himself to suppress his mounting fury and anxiety. With practiced ease borne of countless past lives, he quickly shifted his position on the bed, pulling the covers over his head in a feigned slumber. Every muscle tensed as he prepared for whatever might come next.

The door creaked open with a deliberate slowness, and a pair of voices drifted in—one oily and lecherous, the other chuckling darkly.

"Well, well, still asleep, huh?" the first voice sneered as the figures stepped into view. "They must've given him too much time to get comfortable."

Another voice piped up, dripping with amusement. "Director Li certainly has a taste for the unusual. One look at him and he knew he had to claim him for his own."

Xia Yang's mind raced. Director Li? The implications were as clear as they were disturbing. Someone—a depraved, manipulative figure—had orchestrated this abduction, hauling him into a situation that was as foreign as it was perilous.

A cold fury took hold. The soft rustle of the bedding and the low murmur of their voices faded into the background as his thoughts honed in on survival. Before the door could fully close behind the intruders, Xia Yang's instincts demanded action.

In a fluid burst of motion, he sprang from the bed. His body, still raw from the shock of awakening, moved with honed precision. With a swift, powerful kick, he connected with the nearest intruder's stomach. The man doubled over, a strangled cry escaping as he was sent crashing against the bedside table, which toppled under the force of the impact.

Another lecherous laugh turned into a gasp as Xia Yang, without missing a beat, grabbed a nearby lamp. He swung it with decisive anger, meeting the second man's face with brutal force. The sound of shattering glass and the man's pained yelp filled the room, punctuating the violent clarity of his actions.

Without pausing to consider the consequences, Xia Yang didn't waste a single second. He shoved past the disoriented men, his legs propelling him down the corridor in a desperate bid for freedom. Behind him, curses and shouts echoed—a cacophony that he barely registered as he focused solely on escape.

Every step was a calculated risk, each turn in the dim hallway fraught with the unknown. The adrenaline-fueled dash made the ornate decor of the corridor seem like a maze, but years of transmigrating through perilous lives had forged in him a keen awareness of danger and a relentless drive to survive.

And then, as the door swung open to the uncertain freedom of the outside world, Xia Yang's resolve hardened. He burst out into the unknown, leaving behind the room of depravity and the echoing chaos of his assailants' curses. His pulse pounded in his ears as he ran, not daring to look back, determined to reclaim control over a life that had been snatched from him.

Chapter 2