CH 2

A long, long, long, long time ago, when the male heartthrob of the world, CEO Murong was still a diamond-level single-dog (TL: A humorously derogatory way of referring to bachelor(ette)s), and the world-renowned Princess Elizabeth hasn’t yet been married off all the way to Africa…

The year is 9102. As part of the modern, educated populace,

You may certainly be unaware of the absolutely gorgeous Princess Elizabeth of Country A,

You may of course be oblivious of the fact that the organisation of the Murong family has been placed at the very top of the global economic rankings for five years straight——

And yet, there is a legendary person, for whom you may declare your ignorance, and then be uploaded onto the dank memes section of bilibili for all the netizens to mock and laugh at!

(The following bullshit of a description is an edited excerpt from the bi-annual publication ‘Powerful Persons・A Complete Summary’ of the official Country A government)

He——An internationally famed and acclaimed deity of a man, the dream of countless young girls, the man who has beauty and talent imbued within him!

Hailing from a renowned family, a famous institute of higher education, he is gentle, noble, handsome, rich, and gloriously overqualified!

Founding the world’s now largest company——the Christine Corporation, at the age of twenty, while also being the head of his Family Board of Directors, he is oozing with talent, he can cause storms and torrents, he can dictate the world with his own two hands!

He is the——

Elitest of the Elites!

Hunkiest of the Hunks!

Successfullest of the Successfuls!

He is the one who has been voted the ‘Most Eligible Bachelor’ of the entire world’s significant players for three years straight,

——He is Murong Jihua!

…Those who would like to know more impressive feats of the godly deity that is the CEO, please follow this verified account of ‘Powerful Persons Presented’ by scanning this QR code to login…

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The 10th of March, 9102, at the HQ building of the Christine Corporation in Country A, in the office of the CEO on the 100th floor,

The man whose name is Murong Jihua, with his arms crossed, and his pair of long legs crossed and placed on the black office desk that is so immaculate it is reflecting light——

He is certainly charming, noble, as chic as they come.

His features are cold, prominent and chiselled, as perfect as they come.

——After finishing reporting all the daily affairs of the company, the butler clad in black whose surname is Cui and whose first name is Guanshi (TL: Literally ‘manager,’ i.e. his first name is a description of his job) has knelt down on the white porcelain tiles, looking up with a fiery, passionate gaze.

“The young phoenix has reborn after its ninth nirvana, and shaoye, you have ascended through the flames, and with your excellent vision, your ambitious aspirations, your strong resolve, your bright attitude and your unrelenting resilience, finally——”

“Ok, that will do for today’s praise-farting session.”

Murong Jihua nonchalantly smiles, and says,

“No matter how many times I am praised, I can but express my deep impression, at I am the number one most colourfully, helically (TL: Kind of a meme word in Chinese, referencing something about Gundam or Naruto or something… I’m not too sure, but it basically just means ‘amazing’) invincible and cool in the world…”

Being praised is a pleasing thing;

Being praised with verbose and elegant wording is an endlessly pleasing thing;

And yet, being praised without substance and class and carrying off into the skies is a whole other thing.

Today, our CEO Murong, is yet again troubled over the countless praises from the mass media and his own family servants that more resembles the result of a successful brainwashing pyramid scheme.

But hey, the character for ‘patience’ is written with the character of the ‘blade’ (TL: 忍 whose upper component is 刃) on it. Everyone can be The King of Yue, Gou Jian (TL: Basically famous for lying in wait for dozens of years in order to enact his revenge; just meaning excessively patient/forgiving here) like that, can’t they?

No worries, one must first look calm to look cool. Now that you have the good stuff you’ve got to act the part (TL: Reference to a popular Chinese saying that mocks people who are the ones benefitting from something but still act coy or act in a way that tries to further benefit/paint them in a good light).

So Murong Jihua stands in the way of the breeze, and heaves a weary sigh. He laments,

Besides me, is there anyone else in the world so heavenly?

Besides fake literary creations, is there any other family so divine in all three realms?

Besides mythological legends, is there anyone else born with such a dearie of a male deity?

The answer, is obviously none.

So he shall cover his face up, and again, and yet again.

He must hate how life can only be dictated. All his luxurious superfluous skin is all but a debt that chains him, leaving him only trails of tears behind.

It really isn’t his fault he is so perfect, because this is all fake.

Murong Jihua, sitting on his magnificent chair with five layers of woollen cushions (TL: Hey Murong Jihua mate, I’m pretty sure you could fall over at any moment sitting on something so insecure), is watching the little pink logo on the top left of his vision, that only he can see——

‘A Restless Mad Love: The Bossy CEO’s Beloved Little White Lotus’

——And falls deep into thought.

Not a really long time ago, before Murong Jihua was Murong Jiahua;

His real-world self——Yan Jihua has recently passed away.

He is a very upright, very respectable high-school School Prince, a young accomplished gentleman with a bright future ahead of him.

Somehow, he died, secretly playing otome games in the dead of night in his dorm.

His gaming helmet exploded and blew half of his head off.

Woe be me, I be woe;

Cold and lonely, lonely and cold.

The Jealous Heavens do take away Its most impressive children;

Time is the Criminal, yet the Saint is the Innocent.

(TL: A faux new-age kind of Chinese poem that basically is a lament on how it is the most prominent talents that are robbed away at their lives’ prime)

And even in death, the Heavens still yet detest seeing him comfortable. Thanks to the spatial anomaly the scale of worlds, Yan Jihua has been transmigrated——

And from the looks of it, it seems he is trapped in this world he played last that is based on the VR game that is itself based on a novel.

The VR game——A dating sim RPG Yan Jihua chose because of his curiosity, i.e. his surreptitiously hidden heart of youth that wanders——

‘A Restless Mad Love: The Bossy CEO’s Beloved Little White Lotus’

As published by Underworld Gaming Inc.

Game Name: ‘A Restless Mad Love: The Bossy CEO’s Beloved Little White Lotus’ (Male POV)

Game Setting: Modern/Postmodern – Urban – Romance

Even if he, Murong Jihua, is so filthy rich and so damned handsome, he is still just a little boy at the fickle hands of fate, isn’t he?

Life is already hard as a man. Now he’s dead, and not even his soul can find eternal rest?

——He’d obviously choose to save himself!

And thus, with the Sword of Damocles named ‘Soul Disintegration’ (TL: Wouldn’t it be ‘Eternal Damnation’?) on his back, Murong Jihua has been anxious this whole month, without much of an appetite or much quality sleep he could get.

He kept acting cool and imposing to maintain his character archetype, while quietly probing the people surrounding him for information;

Hey, besides just experiencing all this high-class aristocratic life he has never had before, he’s been really exhausted just trying to adapt to his role as a CEO.

Clearly, though, compared to mental exhaustion, Avīci is way, way scarier.

For he, a ghost post-mortem, obviously it’s more important to just quietly get reincarnated.

In his next life, he will not touch any otome game even if it costs his life or more!

The canvas of the world at 0%, slowly unravels itself——