Chapter 1

Chapter 1: I Became a Rich Second-Generation Villain

At the school gate, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan pulled up, and the driver respectfully opened the door.

A young man stepped out of the car.

He looked about eighteen, tall and handsome.

Many of the girls arriving at school couldn't help but feel their hearts flutter at the sight of him, eager to get closer.

However, the young man's gloomy expression gave off an unapproachable vibe.

His name was Wang Haoran.

At the moment, he was in a terrible mood.

After all, anyone in his situation would feel the same way.

He was a transmigrator.

Before transmigrating, he had been an orphan struggling to make it in a big city. Approaching thirty, he was still aimless and unsuccessful, unable to even rizz up a single girl. He was a complete failure.

Almost every bad experience life could offer had happened to him.

After transmigrating, he became a rich second-generation heir.

He came from a wealthy family, was good-looking, and excelled in his studies.

Every day, he was driven to and from school in a Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

His pocket money was more than he could ever spend.

Under normal circumstances, such a life would make anyone laugh in their dreams.

In fact, during the first few days after transmigrating, he had indeed felt ecstatic, laughing even in his dreams.

After all, his previous life had been so miserable.

Afyer enjoying such luxury after transmigrating, who wouldn't feel great?

But he soon realized that things weren't so simple.

The class's bottom-ranked student, who had always been a poor performer, had recently made a dramatic improvement in his grades. Not only that, but he had also started interacting with the school beauty, who happened to be the class's study committee member.

In everyone's eyes, Wang Haoran and the school beauty were the perfect match.

Although the school beauty herself didn't acknowledge this.

As the bottom-ranked student grew closer to the school beauty, Wang Haoran's lackeys couldn't help but try to curry favor with Haoran.

Just yesterday, they had cornered the bottom-ranked student, intending to teach him a lesson.

Three against one—it should have been an easy victory.

But the result was the opposite: the three lackeys got beaten up badly!

Having read countless web novels in his previous life, Wang Haoran couldn't shake the feeling that this plot was eerily familiar.

Wasn't this the classicurban novel trope where the underdog rises to win the school beauty's heart and gets rich?

And his own background and circumstances perfectly fit the template of a rich second-generation villain.

At first, Wang Haoran laughed it off, thinking he might be overanalyzing things.

But then, the transmigrator's bread and butter appeared—a system.

The system was called the ultimate Villain System.

Through the system, he learned that he had transmigrated into a parallel world constructed from an urban wish-fulfillment novel where the protagonist gets the girls and the money!

His identity was undeniable: he was a textbook rich second-generation villain, a stepping stone for the protagonist to trample on.

In the main storyline, he would continuously clash with the protagonist, only to fail repeatedly. By around chapter 100, he would be left as a begger or he and his family ruined to the ground.

His family's wealth would be taken by the protagonist, and the school beauty he liked would also belong to the protagonist.

"Damn it, why did I have to transmigrate into a villain? I don't even survive 100 chapters. Are you kidding me?!"

Wang Haoran vented his frustration inwardly.

But since this was already the reality, he knew there was no way to change it.

Of course, that didn't mean he would simply accept his fate.

Judging from recent events, the novel's plot had only just begun.

The protagonist was still in the early stages of growth and couldn't directly confront Haoran yet.

With the resources he had at his disposal, combined with his own vigilance, there was still a chance for him, the villain, to turn the tables on the protagonist.

"Boss."

While deep in thought, a boy wearing a cap approached from behind.

Under the cap, faint bruises could be seen on his face.

Clearly, he had been beaten up.

This was one of Wang Haoran's three lackeys, named Fan Jian.

The other two were named Fan Tong and Qin Shousheng.

These three were the epitome of villainous sidekicks.

Clearly, this was the work of an amateur silly and dumb author.

Fan Jian looked embarrassed, afraid to meet Wang Haoran's scrutinizing gaze.

It was indeed humiliating.

Three against one, and they still lost.

After being stared at for a while, Fan Jian finally couldn't take it anymore and admitted his mistake.

"Boss, you can hit me or scold me. It's our fault for embarrassing you."

"Where are the other two?" Wang Haoran didn't scold him but simply asked.

He knew that scolding them wouldn't help. The protagonist had plot armor; how could they possibly beat him up so easily?

Seeing that Wang Haoran wasn't angry, Fan Jian relaxed and moved closer, grinning.

"Boss, I ran faster, so I didn't get beaten as badly. The other two were slower and got beaten up pretty badly. Their faces are so swollen they're almost unrecognizable. It'll probably take a few days for the swelling to go down!"

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

What kind of脑瘫 (brain-dead) lackeys had this dumb author assigned to him?

Running faster and getting beaten less was something to be proud of? Did he want praise for that?

"If you keep smiling like that, I'm going to slap you."

Wang Haoran couldn't stand the idiot's grin and scolded him.

"Boss, no, no! I'm sorry, I won't smile anymore," Fan Jian quickly apologized and added,

"Boss, don't worry. I'll get revenge. I refuse to believe that kid has three heads and six arms. Today, I'll bring ten guys!"

"Save your energy. It's useless," Wang Haoran shook his head.

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The protagonist was already on guard, and with his plot armor, sending more people would just give him more punching bags.

Even if the protagonist couldn't win, he would easily escape.

It was a waste of effort.

"Useless? Then, boss, should I bring twenty guys?"

"Stop talking nonsense. I told you it's useless."

"How can it be useless? Then I'll bring thirty!"

"Why don't you just bring your mom?!" Wang Haoran couldn't help but curse.

"Bring my mom? Boss, that's… that's not possible. My mom's too weak to fight," Fan Jian said with a pained expression.

Wang Haoran rubbed his temples. What kind of brain-dead lackeys were these?

Suppressing the urge to hit someone, he took a deep breath to calm himself.

"Don't do anything like this again."

"But boss, that kid is trying to win over the school beauty. Who does he think he is? We can't just stand by and watch!" Fan Jian protested.

"Let me ask you, am I more handsome than that kid?" Wang Haoran asked his stupid lackey.

"Of course, boss, you're way more handsome. That kid is just average at best."

Fan Jian answered without hesitation. There was no flattery here—it was the truth.

"Is my family background better than his?" Wang Haoran continued.

"Boss, your family is worth billions. That kid comes from an ordinary family. There's no comparison."

"Are my grades better than his?"

"Boss, you're in the top ten of the entire school, a straight-A student. That kid is at the bottom, a total slacker."

"Then what's the problem? With all these advantages, how could I possibly lose to a poor dog? Why are you meddling in my business?"

"Boss, I get it now. It was unnecessary for us to interfere. Without your orders, we won't do anything again. That kid isn't even worthy of being compared to you," Fan Jian finally understood.

Wang Haoran nodded, giving his a look that said, you're not still far gone.

Suddenly, a system notification appeared in his mind.

[Ding! By guiding your lackeys' actions, you have slightly altered the plot's direction. Reward: 100 villain points]