Quick Transmigration Conquering the Yandere Supporting Female Character - Chapter 1

Click-clack, click…

In a dimly lit, dilapidated rental room on the outskirts of Beijing’s eighteenth ring road, the only source of light came from an old desktop computer emitting a pale, blue-white glow.

Before it, a woman sat, her expression manic as her fingers flew across the keyboard and mouse. Her exposed wrist was so pale it was almost translucent, like the room’s furnishings, which had never seen sunlight. Yet it seemed incongruous, like a jade magnolia blooming in the night sky, its whiteness dazzlingly pure.

Beside those porcelain-white hands lay a packet of KK Star spicy strips, bought for fifty cents at the school gate.

Returning to the long-abandoned rental apartment, Mu Mian, recently released from prison after three years of state-mandated rehabilitation, remained unrepentant.

She was determined to pursue her path of writing smut to the bitter end, brimming with ambition to make a grand comeback.

Tap-tap-tap. Her fingers flew across the keyboard, typing so fast they left afterimages. In her fervor, a sudden, sharp pain pierced her heart.

Assuming it was merely the intensity of her writing, she never imagined it would be the final beat of her heart.

Inside the rental apartment, the computer screen still emitted its cold, glaring light, but the light striking Mu Mian’s face turned deathly pale in an instant.

Gah! Mu Mian collapsed, dying suddenly and inexplicably.

Perhaps divine justice had finally caught up with her?

Back when she’d first been slapped with silver handcuffs, Mu Mian had sworn eternal enmity against pornography, gambling, and drugs.

Yet now, it seemed she had only managed to avoid one of those three…

After death, her soul drifted like a phantom above the rental apartment.

So this is what death feels like? she wondered. It doesn’t hurt at all.

Mu Mian couldn’t help but marvel at the comfort of death. It didn’t seem nearly as painful as everyone had described. But her relief was short-lived.

The steamy novel she’d been writing on her computer hadn’t been published yet, and a horde of readers eagerly awaiting her return were clamoring for updates in the comments section.

Greetings, Master, a rough, mechanical voice suddenly boomed from behind Mu Mian. But she was alone in her rented room. Who was speaking?

Puzzled, Mu Mian turned to see a golden-brown plate of guobaorou—crispy on the outside, tender on the inside—floating in mid-air.

Her gluttonous nature immediately surfaced, and two streams of drool trickled from the corners of her mouth.

Master, I’m the Quick Transmigration System, the guobaorou hastily explained, sensing her ravenous gaze. I’m not food. Lord God Dada gave me this guobaorou appearance.

A System? Mu Mian tilted her head, studying the little gadget that looked exactly like guobaorou. She found it strangely fascinating.

Having spent years navigating the Flower Market, she considered herself well-versed in the world. She’d read countless Quick Transmigration novels featuring Systems, so they weren’t exactly novel to her. But actually transmigrating herself? That was a first.

Are you going to tell me next that I need to bind with you and do missions in small worlds? With things like target characters and conquest points? Mu Mian asked flippantly, stealing all of Guobaorou’s thunder.

Guobaorou was momentarily speechless. Master, since you already know so much, let’s skip the formalities and just bind right away.

It immediately tried to burrow into Mu Mian’s forehead, but she stopped it with a hand. Hold on a sec. Why should I bind with you?

Mimicking Guobaorou’s playful tone, Mu Mian even tried to click the send button on her article in her soul form. But her soul was like a wisp of smoke—intangible, powerless, and unable to interact with anything physical.

The left mouse button, which she could normally click effortlessly, was now completely beyond her reach.

A wave of frustration washed over Mu Mian. Seeing her struggling so desperately, Guobaorou finally spoke up. You really want to send that, don’t you? If you bind with me and do missions, I can help you become a legitimate H-novel author.

Guobaorou’s words sounded surprisingly reasonable. Mu Mian paused her attempt to sit on the mouse with her butt, wondering if she had somehow stumbled into the trendy world of Quick Transmigration.

Staring at the sweet and sour pork, she asked skeptically, Does the binding hurt? I’m terrified of pain. Even though I say I want to die every day, I still take vitamins and fish oil, and get annual check-ups twice a year…

Her words poured out in an unstoppable torrent. Guobaorou, having exhausted its patience, didn’t wait for her consent. With a whoosh, it flew into the center of her forehead.

Master, our Quick Transmigration journey has officially begun! Guobaorou, the Quick Transmigration Bureau’s number one gold-medal employee, is now at your service! Hearing Guobaorou announce this like a bathhouse masseur, Mu Mian felt a wave of dizziness.

The next moment, it felt as if she had been shoved into a flushing toilet. The world spun violently around her, everything blurring into a centrifugal vortex.

Darkness enveloped her vision as her consciousness was churned into some kind of temporal whirlpool. After an indeterminate amount of time, Mu Mian, who had lost all sense of time, emerged completely transformed.

At that moment, she was no longer a Flower Market H-novel author, but the pampered daughter of a wealthy family.

The room she occupied was the size of a three-bedroom apartment. Lush bouquets of fresh flowers surrounded the bed. It was early spring, and the peonies had been flown in by air. Dew still clung to their delicate petals, their verdant stems glistening like jewels in the morning light.

Amidst the fragrant welcome, Mu Mian awoke on the cream-colored king-sized bed feeling as if she had a severe cold. Her head throbbed with a dizzying intensity.

Guobaorou! Guobaorou! Get out here! She shook her head violently, as if trying to shake the water out of her brain.

What’s wrong? Guobaorou materialized from between Mu Mian’s eyebrows, responding to her summons.

The sensation was bizarre. Mu Mian instinctively reached up to touch her forehead, but when she saw Guobaorou’s chubby, clueless face, as if he knew nothing but sleep, anger surged through her.

Why isn’t Guobaorou following the System’s protocol?

Shouldn’t he be providing me with the Script, character profiles, reward mechanisms, key plot points… all that stuff? Why is there nothing?

Sigh. Mu Mian sighed, pressing her forehead against the plate of Guobaorou. Fortunately, after years in the novel world, her reputation wasn’t entirely undeserved. Guobaorou, tell me honestly, are you a defective System churned out by some shady company? Don’t you have anything to say to me?

Her almond-shaped eyes glared fiercely. Reward mechanisms, mission scripts, character profiles, backstories—you have none of these?

Guobaorou remained silent, dazed. The woman and the meat stared at each other, Mu Mian’s gaze threatening to devour it whole.

Finally, Guobaorou remembered the Quick Transmigration process Lord God Dada had taught it. Aiya, Master, I’m so sorry! I’ll transmit the script to you right away!

With a few quick taps on the space station’s interface, it initiated the transfer.

Guobaorou, where’s the script? Why isn’t it in my head? Mu Mian asked, frowning.

After focusing intently for a long moment, she still couldn’t detect any sign of the script Guobaorou claimed to have sent.

Frustrated, she crossed her legs, her left foot tapping impatiently. Could I be doing this wrong? she wondered.

Master, why don’t you check under your feet? Guobaorou helpfully suggested.

Mu Mian looked down and saw a yellowed book lying at her feet, its cover boldly inscribed with the words Script in bright, calligraphic strokes.

She immediately deflated, a wave of helplessness washing over her. It felt like finally landing a job after a hundred interviews, only to realize she wasn’t a clerk but a laborer, cleaner, salesperson…

Is your System seriously outdated? Mu Mian groaned, clutching her head in frustration. This is supposed to be a script? Guobaorou, let’s call it quits.

She didn’t even have the courage to open the script, instantly wanting to turn back.

Master, just take a peek, Guobaorou coaxed. It’s free to look!

Its attempts at comfort only deepened her despair. Mu Mian shot it a disdainful glance before reluctantly picking up the script. Adhering to the principle of since I’m already here, she decided to at least take a look.

Opening the script felt like opening a portal to another world. The thin volume was filled with hurried, barely legible handwriting

In the bustling yet somewhat cold commercial district of C City, two formidable female CEOs reigned supreme.

They were Xu Yun, General Manager of the Xu Group, and Wang Jia, the helmswoman of the Mianmian Group. In C City, they each occupied their own territory, their rivalry as fierce as fire and water. Yet, through repeated business negotiations and project competitions, a secret affection began to blossom between them.

However, the relentless competition between their companies remained an insurmountable barrier, preventing Wang Jia and Xu Yun from breaking through the thin veil that separated them.

As Xu Yun’s desire for Wang Jia grew, the torment of seeing what she couldn’t have drove her to madness. One day, at a recruitment fair for talent acquisition, she glimpsed Su He, who bore an uncanny resemblance to Wang Jia. For reasons she couldn’t explain, a sinister impulse seized her.

She tricked the naive Su He into becoming her personal assistant, secretly planning to drug and exploit her when she was off guard. Drugged and forced, Su He was plunged into a nightmarish abyss.

When she regained consciousness, she was consumed by rage and humiliation. She tried to report the crime, but Xu Yun’s immense power and deeply entrenched connections in C City rendered her efforts futile. Her pleas vanished like stones dropped into the sea, leaving her isolated and powerless to harm Xu Yun in the slightest.

From then on, Su He became Xu Yun’s plaything, summoned and dismissed at will. Yet amidst this torment, Su He’s Stockholm Syndrome quietly took root, and she gradually fell in love with the woman who tormented her.

Meanwhile, Wang Jia finally noticed Su He’s existence. A blaze of jealousy instantly consumed her reason, and she secretly hired someone to assassinate Su He. The poor woman ultimately couldn’t escape her fate, her life extinguished like a fading fragrance.

Story Background Complete. Host, please conquer Su He and raise her favorability toward you to 100%.

Fvck this bullshit script! Mu Mian slammed the Script onto the ground after reading it.

The Script‘s plot was so melodramatic and its twists so outlandish that it defied comprehension. Could a human brain even conceive such a storyline? Indignation surged through her as she felt deeply wronged for Su He.

Not only was Su He forced into servitude, but she was also brutally murdered. Weren’t Xu Yun and Wang Jia just bullying an honest person?

No one bullies an honest person on her watch!

Guobaorou, I’m actually interested now. What’s my identity card? Mu Mian’s fighting spirit ignited, instantly transforming her into battle mode.