There is a genre of literature in this world called “abusive literature,” which takes pleasure in torturing the protagonist, who suffers so much they barely remain human. They often appear in the story as pristine and pure, like a clear breeze under a bright moon, but leave in a shattered and disheveled state. All the other characters in these stories are NPCs, born solely to torment the protagonist. Once their torment is done, they are stabbed to death by the now maddened or deranged protagonist, and that’s their exit.

“The so-called pleasure is to gradually grind down beautiful characters, breaking their pride, making them dark and muddied, and then presenting them to the readers.” — A certain author of abusive novels.

In response, the NPC actors from the Transmigration Bureau exclaimed: “What a lunatic!”

Looking at the censored mosaic-covered script in their hands, they showed the expression of the old man looking at his phone on the subway(1) and decided to slack off and do the absolute minimum.

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World 1: A desperate academic prodigy vs. a degenerate rich second-generation heir with peculiar fetishes.

System: “You are a degenerate heir with peculiar fetishes, exceptionally professional at playing the ‘master.’ You will sign a contract with the protagonist, tormenting him physically and mentally within the contract’s scope until he is completely corrupted and you both perish together.”

The Degenerate Heir: “My fetishes are peculiar, and I’m exceptionally ‘professional,’ am I right?”

He looked at the beautiful academic prodigy at the door, whose face was ashen: “Uh, for today, how about we set a safe word?”

The System: “?”

— That’s what you mean by being professional?