ALL NOVEL chapter 1
Chapter 1: Did I Misunderstand Something with the Onset of Destruction?
“I… have transmigrated?”
Mu En stared blankly at himself in the mirror.
His short golden hair was scattered like the rising sun, and his handsome facial features were perfectly sculpted, resembling a marble artwork. His light blue eyes, held a serene depth like a tranquil lake.
So handsome!
Mu En felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of the person in the mirror. Even his modern aesthetic, which had been battered by countless idol dramas, couldn’t help but marvel at how such a handsome man could exist.
But this isn’t him.
No, this is him; rather, he has become another person.
After getting off work at two-thirty in the morning and drawing a ten consecutive pulls with five yellows, he was overjoyed, only to be crushed to death by a passing dump truck. He then transmigrated into another world, becoming another person.
“Mu En·Campbell.”
A flood of memories surged into his mind, making his head feel heavy, and he couldn’t help but recite his current name.
The same name as in his past life.
But this name made his heart skip a beat.
“Could it be… such a coincidence?”
Mu En·Campbell.
Because the name is the same as his, it left a deep impression on him.
He was one of the characters in a recent Feng Aotian fantasy novel he was following.
The son of a duke, of noble status, with an extraordinary temperament, handsome appearance, and even engaged to one of the empire’s three princesses.
The perfect character setup, born with a golden key, a top-tier individual among the elite.
One could say the probability of being reborn as such a person is even lower than that of the national football team scoring in the World Cup.
But the only flaw is—
He is the early-stage golden-haired antagonist of that book.
That’s right, handsome, a noble young master, golden-haired, wealthy and powerful, arrogant and dismissive, specializing in creating opportunities for the protagonist to slap back at him—he’s practically a template for a villainous character.
His sole purpose is to oppress the protagonist in the early stages, forcing the protagonist to grow, sending various levels of lackeys to deliver experience points to the protagonist, allowing the protagonist to experience a rocket-like growth speed amidst constant oppression and adversity, as well as the ultimate thrill of the saying “thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river.”
And Mu En Campbell, naturally, would meet his deserved downfall in the later plot, successfully creating a favorable event between the protagonist and one of the female leads, who is also his fiancée.
When Mu En saw that part of the plot, even he couldn’t help but curse, “What an idiot.”
—Mu En Campbell, that is, the original host, actually stubbornly believed that Celicia had “outdone” him simply because she had been too close to the protagonist and had become distant from him. Thus, in a fit of anger during a banquet, he slipped Celicia a drug, intending to forcefully claim her for himself.
Of course, he failed, thanks to the protagonist’s timely arrival.
In fact, because of the rescue, Celicia, who had only been gradually paying attention to and communicating with the protagonist as he began to stand out, truly started to develop special feelings for him.
It was simply a case of failing to steal the chicken and losing the rice instead.
As for the original host, he was stripped of his noble status by the furious king, who personally issued the order due to the charge of plotting against Her Highness the Princess. Even his doting parents couldn’t save him.
The final outcome was, of course, quite tragic.
In Mu En’s memories, although the original host did not die, by the time the protagonist’s group saw him again in the latter half of the book, he had already become a beggar, missing an arm and a leg, struggling to survive by the roadside.
“I never expected to really be reborn as a golden-haired villain. This is absurd. As a transmigrator, shouldn’t I be blessed with a halo, equipped with cheats, defying heaven and earth, controlling my own fate rather than letting it be dictated by the heavens? Since I’m not the protagonist, shouldn’t I just eliminate the protagonist and take their place?”
Mu En wanted to cry but had no tears.
But he couldn’t think like that.
Because this isn’t an ordinary overpowered protagonist novel.
This is a yuri overpowered protagonist novel.
So-called “Phoenix Overpowered.”
The protagonist is a woman! A woman! A woman!
Moreover, due to the setting, the romantic atmosphere in this world is particularly liberal; same-s*x relationships are perfectly normal here, and there are even spells that allow women to have children with each other!
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So the original host felt jealous upon seeing the abnormal relationship between Celicia and the protagonist, feeling that his possessions were being infringed upon.
But does a golden-haired male antagonist in a yuri novel have any chance of a comeback?
How could that be possible? Such a bull-headed plot would be mercilessly criticized by readers!
Thus, even a noble young master like Mu En Campbell could only serve as an early-stage antagonist, getting arranged to swiftly crash and transition into the princess’s storyline before even twenty chapters had passed.
“Is it really a bizarre and chaotic start to the story?”
Mu En stroked his chin, lost in thought.
“But upon careful consideration, this starting identity isn’t so bad. As long as I don’t oppose the protagonist and remain just an ordinary duke’s son, completely marginalizing myself, even if I can’t marry Celicia, I can still wed other beautiful noble maidens and live the luxurious life I’ve always dreamed of. Isn’t that quite wonderful?”
“The only problem is that I don’t know how deep the conflict between the original owner and the protagonist has escalated; it would be best if it happened before the academy arc begins.”
Only those who have read the original book would understand just how ridiculous the fate and external aids of that overpowered protagonist are, so Mu En isn’t foolish enough to think he can compete with the protagonist in a pure wish-fulfillment world.
As long as I accept my own weakness, I am invincible!
Thinking about it this way, isn’t my identity quite enjoyable?
“Young Master Mu En.”
Just as Mu En was feeling elated, a knock sounded from behind him.
A maid with a graceful and beautiful appearance walked in.
“It’s An.”
Mu En recognized this maid; she had appeared in one or two scenes in the book, serving as the original owner’s personal maid and confidante, with a very close relationship. Many of the strategies against the protagonist were devised by this maid named An.
“Is there something you need?”
“Madam has called for you.”
An clasped her hands in front of her abdomen and bowed respectfully:
“It is said that your formal attire for tomorrow’s banquet has arrived.”
“Oh, I see. I understand.”
Mu En casually responded, preparing to send An away. After all, he had just crossed over and still needed to adapt; otherwise, it would be hard to ensure that An, his personal maid, wouldn’t discover anything unusual.
“Wait, what did you say?”
But just as An was about to leave, Mu En suddenly called out to her, his expression stiff as he asked:
“The banquet? What banquet?”
“The banquet for your coming-of-age ceremony, Young Master.”
An furrowed her delicate brows, a bit worried: “Young Master, are you unwell? How could you forget about this?”
“No, no, it’s nothing. I just… just woke up and my head is a bit foggy, I’m sorry. You can go out now.”
Mu En forced a smile, dismissing An.
It was clear that An still had some doubts and worries, but she didn’t dare disobey Mu En’s command and obediently left the room.
After she left, the room fell into silence once more.
Mu En slowly turned his head, staring at the person in the mirror, gazing at that unfamiliar yet familiar self.
Memories were still surging, the memories belonging to two Mu Ens were continuously merging.
Some vague images gradually became clear and solid.
He was now both Mu En and Mu En Campbell.
His cause, his effect, is his cause, his effect.
He could not escape.
“Ah, ah, ah, how could this happen!”
Mu En suddenly clutched his head in distress, letting out a mournful wail:
“Why is tomorrow my coming-of-age banquet!”
Becoming the dissolute son of a duke, marrying a beautiful noble girl, living a happy, carefree life—everything hinged on one premise.
—That is, to avoid provoking the protagonist, to not become like the yellow-haired villain in the book, who constantly seeks his own demise.
It would be best to have no dealings with that arrogant windbag at all.
That would be his HAPPY END.
But now, that ending was no longer possible.
Because according to the current timeline, he had already provoked the protagonist, and the extent of that provocation was akin to a powder keg, just waiting for a spark to explode completely.
And tomorrow, Mu En Campbell’s coming-of-age banquet would be the day he drugged the Empire’s third princess, Celicia.
That was the spark.
And it would mark his ruin.