NOVEL WEB Chapter 1
༺ 𓆩 Chapter 1 – Murderous Maniac? From Today Onwards, You Must Conquer the Male Lead 𓆪 ༻
「Translator — Creator」
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"Number 114, death row inmate, before you participated in this Scum Game, you killed twelve women and set fire to a church, resulting in the deaths of twenty-three people.”
"After participating in this game, across the past nine stages, you slaughtered another one hundred and fourteen people with unspeakable cruelty, including your own sister, No. 724."
The cold, mechanical voice echoed across the deserted church at midnight. In the suffocating darkness, the man known as No. 114 hung suspended in midair, held aloft by two thick tendrils. Before he could even muster a roar, two female bodies — mutilated, gutted, and hollowed out — emerged from the shadows, pressing tightly against him from front and back.
No. 114 stood two meters tall, his frame hulking and muscular; against him, the bodies of women, barely one meter sixty, looked like mere dolls. The tendrils knew their task: they shattered the man's bones, stripped away his excess muscle, and fused the scorched, sizzling flesh of the women to his own. From the gaps between the pressed corpses, discarded blood and flesh spilled out in thick, sickening streams.
One tendril wrapped around a woman's delicate face, lifting it — a paper-thin mask with features still hauntingly distinct.
It pressed the mask against the man’s face, and, in a grotesque dance of biological rebirth, the skin began to grow, overtaking his own visage until it was no longer his.
The brutal killer, this mass-murdering prisoner, was being transformed into a dainty, delicate woman. All around the square, the spectators tilted their heads back, watching in stunned silence.
Those who qualified for the Scum Game were either lunatics, homicidal maniacs, or patients ravaged by severe mental illness. And yet, even for such beings, this scene stirred a flicker of madness — and a sliver of incomprehension — in their eyes.
At the edge of the square, atop a small, crumbling building, Bai Yu sat, unmoving. He did not bother looking up at the spectacle above; the man was not worth even a glance.
The game had reached its final stage.
Bai Yu needed to think carefully — how could he possibly clear this impossible game?
The last stage was absurd. And yet, at the same time, it made a twisted sort of sense.
They, this collection of murderers and madmen, were tasked with entering a manhua — a bright, saccharine school romance manhua.
And the reason for turning No. 114 into a woman? It was painfully simple.
The manga lacked a female protagonist.
In fact, it wasn’t just No. 114.
Every survivor had to undergo ‘transformation.’
As for the mission objective itself, it sounded laughably easy compared to the carnage of the previous nine stages:
They had to, using their new identities, romance the characters within the manhua.
The requirement was strict: they must earn the genuine love of their target. They were forbidden from hurting the characters or using coercion of any kind.
At a glance, the mission seemed harmless — child’s play, even — perfectly in line with the fluffy tropes of a school romance story.
But there was one glaring problem:
The participants of this game and the world of the mission were utterly incompatible.
To send a horde of lunatics, killers, and psychopaths into a love game —
That was hell’s own difficulty.
Letting them kill and burn was one thing.
But making them fall in love?
It would be better to just kill them outright.
"The final stage can't possibly be this simple," Bai Yu mused. "Judging by the Scum Game's past patterns, the real problem must be hidden within the manhua itself. All we know now is that it's a 'romance story,' but no one said it couldn't contain other genres as well."
Lost in thought, Bai Yu toyed with a black phone in his hand, his thumb gently brushing against the screen.
Displayed on it was a photo — a little girl in a white dress, hugging a rabbit plushie tightly to her chest.
So close.
Just one last stage, and he could finally find her.
A sudden commotion stirred across the square.
The other participants were undergoing their own "transformations."
And none were spared — none except Bai Yu.
Beyond the crumbling facade of the church, a notice board stood tall, the names etched into it twisted and grotesque, as though sketched with lines of congealed blood.
A nauseating stench of iron and rot clung to the air around it.
The board listed the surviving players — and their rankings.
Rankings were determined by the number of participants each person had killed across the nine stages.
Each name, appended with blood-red numbers, represented a tally of lives taken.
And now, one by one, those names were dimming at an alarming rate.
A dimmed name signified that the "transformation" was complete.
Darkness crept steadily across the board, swallowing up the second-place name.
Only a single character remained visible — “Zhou”.
The other two characters following it had been deliberately smeared into obscurity.
But that wasn’t what mattered.
What mattered was the number attached to it:
A furious, almost blackened red — "999."
Once the woman surnamed Zhou disappeared, Bai Yu rose silently to his feet.
He approached the church's gaping entrance, where darkness seemed to pulse and breathe like a living thing.
At his side, the notice board stood still, nearly bare now.
Only one name remained:
【1. Bai Yu (Doctor): 1124】
"Number 2004, before participating in this game you killed eight people, you killed eight people. However, considering your reasons, you cannot be deemed a complete and utter scumbag."
"But during the past nine stages, you killed 1,124 individuals. Your madness was so profound that even the other lunatics praised you. They said you were 'healing' the 'patients' you slaughtered. They called you the Doctor."
The mechanical voice echoed close to his ears.
Bai Yu stood silent, one hand resting lightly on the hilt of the blade hidden beneath his long black coat.
"You are exempt from transformation — this is your reward. However, for the sake of fairness, a few small changes must still be made."
The great doors of the church creaked open, revealing a world bathed in blood-red light beyond.
"The answer you seek lies in the world behind that door. Are you ready?"
Bai Yu frowned, then stepped forward without hesitation, striding into the crimson void.
Almost immediately, he felt it — a strange, invasive force disassembling his body.
He forced his eyes open, but all he could see was an endless sea of blood.
In mere moments, his body was completely broken down and then transformed.
He had become nothing but countless fine threads of blood, each as thin as a strand of hair, writhing and weaving like silk.
It was like a rebirth — or like weaving a brand-new cocoon around himself.
What Bai Yu could not see was that, floating nearby, his long blade and black phone drifted, untouched.
The black phone still displayed the same aged photo — a twin-tailed girl in a white dress, hugging a rabbit plushie so adorable it could drain the blood from anyone’s heart.
And alongside the photo, across the flickering screen, lines of comments scrolled by like a living river —
"Holy crap, the number one on the kill rankings just got reborn as a little girl!"
"Hyped hyped hyped!!"
"Damn, sending a man who's killed thousands into a dating sim — someone light a candle for whatever poor manhua character gets targeted..."
"Aww, the new girl is so cute! I hereby declare the Sword Demon my new brother-in-law!"
"Bro above me, you're doomed. The Sword Demon will probably dice you into mincemeat before the cops even show up."
"Forget that, I just wanna know if I can buy the same bunny plush!"
“Insider news, this world is not just about campus romance, it’s said to also have elements of supernatural horror, very thrilling, suggest you prepare an extra pair of pants!”
In the blood-red world, Bai Yu’s mind gradually cleared.
【You are dead】
【You have obtained a new identity: Fierce Ghost · Female】
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