Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

1: Chapter 1: Transmigrated into a book for eighteen years, only to discover I’d pulled the wrong person?---

Say no more, I’ve been in and out of the ’small dark room’ so many times I’m about to break down.

It’s normal for some things not to match up.

System Administration Bureau · Accident Handling Department

”Do you have any idea you hit the wrong person? Such a serious accident, and you haven’t even realized it until now!”

Inside the supervisor’s office, the air pressure was so low it was suffocating.

A girl with an intern badge hanging from her neck and a man in a jumpsuit with the ”Space-Time Freight” logo stood obediently side by side, weathering the storm.

The man in the jumpsuit awkwardly scratched his stubbly chin and tried to explain, ”Chief, it was pouring rain on the mission route that day, and visibility was too low. This kid... uh, this target, suddenly rushed out from the roadside greenery, and his biological signal band was very close to the original target’s...”

”Shut up!”

The supervisor sprang from his leather chair, rounding the large mahogany desk in an instant, and closed in on the man. Spittle nearly flew into the man’s face.

”I give you a job, and you either complain about space-time turbulence or make excuses about bad weather! I’m telling you, if you can’t do this job, there’s a line of people behind you who want to!”

Then, the supervisor’s sharp gaze turned to the girl trying her best to stay unnoticed. ”I’m talking to him, but that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook! He’s been living there for eighteen years! Eighteen years! And only now did you realize the soul wavelengths don’t match! How have you been doing your monitoring job? Sleepwalking?!”

The girl shrank back at the shouting, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s buzz. ”Su... Supervisor, it’s mainly because... their names, appearances, and even birth times are identical. The monitoring system didn’t trigger any alarms early on, so I misjudged at first... Look at this...”

She timidly handed over the electronic tablet, her fingertips trembling slightly.

The supervisor snatched the tablet. The screen displayed two sets of personal profiles side-by-side—highly similar yet completely different:

[Original Transmigration Target]

Name: Su Bai

Gender: Male

Core Personality Traits: Kind and intelligent, resilient, highly responsible, ambitious, meticulous, possesses leadership potential...

Mission Summary: Replace the original Villain of this world line, intercept the opportunities of the child of destiny, and reverse the world’s power structure.

Mindset: Strive for progress, a lifetime of struggle.

[Actual Target Arrived]

Name: Su Bai

Gender: Male

Core Personality Traits: Foul-mouthed expert, low moral standards, zero sense of responsibility, the epitome of waiting around to die, lacking compassion, extreme sexual repression...

Current Analysis: Aside from basic identity information, completely deviates from the target personality template.

Mindset: Top-tier slacker; if there’s money, it’s all about indulgence.

The core of this transmigration mission was to have a soul with a righteous core play the Villain, skillfully seizing the resources and luck that originally belonged to the Protagonist.

However, by some strange twist of fate, the Su Bai who was sent over had a nature almost identical to the original Villain in the book who needed to be replaced—the only difference being that before transmigrating, he was poor.

This led to a devastating problem: this Su Bai had no desire to build a career, let alone take the initiative to oppose the Protagonist or fight for some illusory opportunities.

His current philosophy of survival was simple and pure: if he had money, he’d squander it; if not... at worst, he’d die. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been hit by a truck before.

It was virtually impossible to expect someone so devoid of ambition to complete the system missions.

The supervisor scanned the tablet irritably and threw it back to the girl like trash, his tone not softening one bit. ”Is that your excuse for shirking responsibility? You managed to make such a massive blunder in a low-dimensional world rated only F, and you still expect to become a full-time employee? Let me be clear: if this mission isn’t completed, you can pack your bags and get out! As for how to complete it, that’s your problem. I only care about the results!”

”Yes... Supervisor.”

The girl kept her head bowed low, not daring to offer any further defense.

Walking out of the office, the girl leaned against the wall and muttered aggrievedly, ”Can’t we just apply for a time rewind... How am I supposed to fix this now...”

”Don’t talk nonsense, Xiao You.” The middle-aged man in the jumpsuit shook his head helplessly and patted her shoulder in consolation.

”The total luck value of the world you’re in charge of isn’t even enough to cover a fraction of the cost to start a Time Rewind Engine. The only way now is to find a way to get that kid’s personality back on track. Sigh, I have to get going. Another emergency mission just came in.”

Watching the man in the jumpsuit hurry away, the intern known as Xiao You let out a long sigh and dragged her heavy steps back to her cluttered workstation piled with documents.

There was one more important thing Xiao You hadn’t told the supervisor: Su Bai had blocked the system. This meant that Xiao You currently had no way to contact Su Bai and could only watch him helplessly.

She lit up the monitoring screen, which clearly showed a rather handsome black-haired youth.

He was lying leisurely on a lounge chair on a private beach, with two masseuses in sexy bikinis relaxing his arm muscles.

”It’s okay, it’s okay...”

Xiao You slapped her cheeks hard, trying to cheer herself up.

”He’s only eighteen. Revenge spending is normal; it’s human nature... Yes, that must be it! Once he’s had enough of a luxurious life and starts feeling empty, he’ll begin to pursue higher things... Go for it, Xiao You! You can do this!”

She clenched her small fists, pumping herself up.

However, just then, Su Bai’s voice, tinged with a bit of curiosity, came clearly through the monitor’s speakers:

”Hey, tell me, if a Lamborghini and a Ferrari had a head-on collision at full speed, which one do you think would be tougher?”

*Thud!*

Xiao You’s forehead slammed heavily onto the keyboard, letting out a dull thud...

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”Young Master, your phone.”

A lady in a bikini walked over gracefully and handed the phone to Su Bai.

Su Bai glanced lazily at the caller ID and pressed the answer button, his tone casual. ”Mom? What’s up?”

”Son, school is about to start. When do you plan to come back?” His mother Shang Hui’s gentle voice came from the other end.

Su Bai smacked his lips, squinting at the distant scenery where the sea met the sky, and replied, ”Uh, this afternoon. The ticket is already booked.”

”That’s good. Come home tonight; Mom will cook personally today.”

The mother and son chatted for a few more minutes about mundane things before hanging up.

Su Bai tossed the phone aside and lay back on the beach chair, closing his eyes to feel the sea breeze, enjoying the little leisure time left after transmigrating and before school started.

He was well aware of his situation—he was a transmigrator, and most likely, he had transmigrated into a novel.

The reason? Simple.

A residential building five hundred stories high? What kind of genius came up with that?

Not to mention a crowd of people calling him ”Young Master” this and ”Young Master” that since birth. Could this be a normal world?

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