“So what the hell use is this? Are you supposed to be a piece of toilet paper that refreshes every day?”
After a brief burst of excitement, Su Yu’s enthusiasm once again dissolved into a sigh.
Could a crumpled piece of paper change his living situation in this martial world teeming with demons?
Obviously not.
“If I remember correctly, I should be transmigrating—or rather, reincarnating—into that porn novel about a bullhead man I read in my past life, right?”
Su Yu rubbed his brow. Being the main character of a porn novel should, in theory, be a good thing. But unfortunately… he wasn’t the main character.
He wasn’t even a supporting character. There wasn’t even a single name in the cuckold list that matched his.
So how did he know he had ended up in that novel?
Because his little aunt, whom the Su family patriarch had taken in as an adopted daughter, was named Mu Yunmiao. And in the novel, the most popular and domineering later-stage Witch Leader was also named Mu Yunmiao.
Speaking of Mu Yunmiao—his little aunt—she was a real tough one. Relying purely on talent and perseverance, she defeated the cheating blonde-haired protagonist and even anticipated the Love Gu he planned to plant on her. With a calm smile, she slit her own throat and ascended to heaven.
If his little aunt was that ruthless, then who was Su Yu in the novel?
Well, he was the “little nephew” in the protagonist’s threat to the female demon: “If you don’t comply, I’ll slaughter your entire family. Your father, your brother, your little nephew and niece will all die…”
That was it. On the next page after that line, he was swept away with a single sentence: “The Su family was destroyed. The courtyard was covered in blood.” And he never appeared again.
“Reading this novel was fun as a reader, but now that I’m actually inside it… with a protagonist who casually wipes out entire families, a world where demons slaughter cities of thousands of people, is there any path besides waiting for death?”
The more Su Yu recalled the content of the novel, the more bitter his expression became.
But then again, he had already died once. If he reincarnated again, or simply died and ceased to exist, he probably wouldn’t have the will to resist…
…If he were a half-way transmigrator, he’d probably have that kind of indifferent attitude.
But the key was—he was reincarnated here. He grew up in this family. Although his uncle and aunt were annoying and always looked down on him, his cousin, his mother, his little aunt—though she was ruthless but fated to die—his friends in this world, and even his ex-girlfriend (well, she could be ignored)… they had all taken care of him until now. Could he just heartlessly watch them march toward their doomed future?
“I know the direction of the plot, but what good does that do? The protagonist’s cheats are all system rewards bound to him. I can’t take them away. More importantly, I’m eighteen now, and I haven’t trained in martial arts at all—the most indispensable thing in this world.”
Su Yu lay on his back, fiddling with the schedule paper in his hand, a wave of helplessness washing over him again.
Yeah, he remembered now that he was a transmigrator. So what?
He didn’t have any advantage over his former self. In fact, because of the change in thinking brought on by his past life, he saw more clearly his current state of… complete failure.
For a while, he just stared at the schedule paper in silence.
Then, after a long moment, he took a deep breath and slowly sat up.
He pressed the schedule paper onto a box that barely served as a table, then rummaged around for ink and a brush.
“Maybe there is still a difference. At least I can try to do something.”
If there was one way to change everything, Su Yu believed it was “martial training.” Only by mastering the Martial Path could he have the capital to resist in this world.
Although he had been deemed mediocre in talent at thirteen, he was actually a little stronger than most kids his age. If he trained like crazy, maybe there was still a chance.
At least, he would try everything once. If he still died, at least he could say he had a clear conscience.
“Let me see. Job objective…”
Su Yu gripped the brush and looked at the first line of the schedule. It had already been filled in by his past self. Because this sheet was supposed to be posted by the workstation, everyone in the company filled in the same mandatory objective.
“Strive to create more contributions for the company? Screw you!”
With a sweep of his hand, he crossed out all the characters after “strive to” and added “fight against the fate of being a Bullhead Man.”
But because the brush released too much ink on the first few strokes, after he wrote the three characters for “Bullhead Man,” there was no room left for the rest.
“Forget it. I’m the only one who sees this thing anyway. I know what it means.”
Since it was only meant to discipline himself for martial training, Su Yu didn’t bother being particularly neat. As long as it was roughly legible, it was fine, since no one else could see or understand it anyway.
“Alright, next is the schedule arrangement… Work at 8 AM, off at 9 PM?”
“Compared to my past life’s work system, that’s already pretty hellish. But most people who train in martial arts in this world, if they’re even slightly diligent, train longer than that. And they have talent. I’m completely average, so I need to train even more!”
Thinking of his little aunt, who was exceptionally talented and trained about that many hours every day, Su Yu naturally couldn’t train less than her.
So he immediately began modifying the schedule.
“Wake up at 6 AM… No, even the emperor holds court at 6. I need to get up at 5, no, 4 AM to train!”
“Lunch break at 12 PM for one hour… One hour is too much. Half an hour is enough. Just eat and rest a little.”
“Go train at 12:30 PM… No, just training isn’t enough. I also need to learn. Go to the Martial Hall at 12:30 to study martial arts, learning while training. Come home at 5 PM for dinner, then keep training at home until 9… no, 10, 11!”
“Sleep… Sleep? At this age, I can’t sleep anyway. Four or five hours of sleep is enough. Six hours is too much!”
“…”
Muttering to himself, Su Yu moved his brush and quickly produced a schedule he was very satisfied with.
[Workdays: Monday to Saturday]
[Yin Hour (03:00–05:00): Wake up and train martial arts, or go to the Martial Hall to learn]
[Noon Hour (11:00–13:00): Go home for a half-hour lunch break, then go to the Martial Hall to learn or train]
[You Hour (17:00–19:00): Go home for dinner and a half-hour rest, then immediately train at home]
[Zi Hour (23:00–01:00): Sleep!]
Su Yu held up the schedule and looked it over again. The extremely full and abundant training routine made him nod with a smile.
He put away the brush and ink, set the schedule aside, and lay back down on the straw mat.
“Anyway… I don’t need to clock in here.”
He muttered. Then, as a wave of drowsiness washed over him, he simply let go of his chaotic thoughts and closed his eyelids.
Perhaps because he had absorbed too much information tonight, almost instantly, Su Yu fell into a deep sleep.
“…”
[Notice: The current plan objective “strive to Bullhead Man” has been confirmed?]
“…Mmm~”
Su Yu snored and scratched his butt.
[Plan objective “strive to Bullhead Man” has been confirmed]
[Notice: Is the current plan time schedule confirmed?]
“…Mmm~”
Su Yu’s mouth hung slightly open.
[Plan time schedule has been confirmed]
[Plan code name “Bullhead Man” has been automatically set. Schedule execution begins.]
“…Oh~”
Su Yu scratched his waist again, then turned over.
“…”
The stars moved across the night sky. No one knew how much time had passed.
[Notice: Current time has reached Yin Hour (3:00). Plan item “Wake up and train martial arts” is pending execution.]
[Detected: Executor has not executed the “Bullhead Man” schedule plan. Electric Shock Punishment countdown begins.]
“Hmm?”
[Three]
“What?”
[Two]
“What the hell?”
[One]
“It’s not like some stupid plan, you think this is punching in at work? Shut up!”
Su Yu frowned, turned over, and buried his ears under the blanket.
[Electric shock execution]
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH—!!!”