Chapter 2#

The Deadweight Pretty Boy#

Everyone was stunned, then burst into furious curses, urging the young master to teach Si Qi a harsh lesson.

Si Qi couldn’t care less.

He casually deflected several of the young master’s attacks with effortless ease, infuriating the young master—who prided himself on his magical prowess—to the point where his face cycled through shades of purple and green. He felt Si Qi had deliberately humiliated him in front of everyone.

Seeing the young master’s expression turn dangerous, those around him tried to step in, but he shoved them aside with a wave of his arm.

The young master tightened his grip on his magic staff, rapidly absorbing ambient magical energy as he chanted a large-scale spell, the tip aimed squarely at Si Qi.

This was the kind of thing that could accidentally kill someone!

The coach, who had been pretending not to notice the young people’s scuffle, finally stirred. He used magic to disarm the young master’s staff, then roared at Si Qi: “If you want to die, get the hell away from here! Don’t die in my sight and make trouble!”

If the young master were provoked into seriously injuring or disabling Si Qi, the coach would face the boss’s wrath for not keeping an eye on him.

The manager came rushing over at the commotion, only to find Si Qi standing there with a stony face, confronting the young master. He exploded: “Si Qi, do you fucking want to stay in this industry or not? If not, get the hell out! I’m done babysitting a prima donna like you!”

Si Qi didn’t waste another word on these scumbags. He had the system copy all surveillance footage of the original owner from the entire building, then turned and walked out of the training room.

No one present had expected this reaction from Si Qi. Aside from the young master still trying to attack him, everyone else stood frozen.

Si Qi had definitely lost his mind!

The office workers watched as Si Qi, drenched and stone-faced, emerged from the training room.

Water dripped from his shoulders, soaking the entire upper half of his clothes, leaving a trail of puddles in his wake. His black hair clung to his pale, delicate face, making him look utterly pitiful.

No one offered a hand or asked what had happened—clearly, this wasn’t the first time.

Si Qi walked out of the company without a backward glance. He ignored the shared broomsticks nearby, activated a magic runestone, and summoned a magical flying car to leave the area.

A crowd of paparazzi lurked outside. If Si Qi had used a shared broomstick like the original owner usually did, there would have been countless photos taken.

Once those photos were published, the haters—egged on by the company—would swarm to accuse him of putting on a “poor” act: “He’s made a fortune as a big star, why pretend to be broke? Instead of wasting time on a slow broom, why not practice more magic? He’s just dragging his teammates down, blah blah blah.”

Si Qi settled into the flying car and used the time to sort out his current situation.

The Quick Transmigration Bureau’s job was to help individual worlds develop faster and better. When choosing a host, they also promised to fulfill the original owner’s one wish.

That wish could range from reincarnating into a carefree, blissful life to being granted immense wealth so they’d never suffer again.

This time, the original owner’s wish was for the transmigrator to win a world championship, earn a lot of money, and use it to help the orphanage so no one there would have to endure a life as hard as his.

To achieve that, he willingly gave up his chance at a luxurious next life.

Normally, tasks requiring the transmigrator to personally resolve such issues were ones many transmigrators would rather avoid.

They preferred playing the cannon fodder, handing out cheat codes, and then dying at the point the original was supposed to die—efficient, fast, and racking up more completed missions.

But that was the usual case.

Si Qi was a main god, and his lover Chu Feng was also a main god.

They governed separate main god domains, each overseeing billions of worlds, so their physical forms couldn’t always be together.

Thus, each had split off a sliver of consciousness into the other’s domain, acting as transmigrators to meet in small worlds—honeymooning while completing missions.

Since it was a honeymoon, there was no need to chase efficiency. Si Qi was perfectly willing to take on these “thankless” tasks of fulfilling the original owner’s worldly wishes.

Since the original owner wanted to become a world champion, Si Qi planned to spend the next while thoroughly studying this world’s magic system and figuring out how to become stronger.

Everyone knew each world had its own characteristics. Even within the same universe, different planets gave rise to entirely different civilizations.

Even among worlds that used magic, the magic systems Si Qi had encountered in the past still differed from this one.

However, having visited so many magic worlds and seen countless magical techniques, Si Qi could quickly identify commonalities in any new system and integrate them.

Revisiting the magical knowledge the original owner had mastered, Si Qi started reviewing from scratch, absorbing this world’s magic system into his mind. Then, bit by bit, he adapted the magic he already knew into forms the people here could understand and accept.

As he learned more and more new knowledge, Si Qi used a micro-version of temperature-control magic within fire-element magic to evaporate all the water off his clothes.

This kind of magic required immense mental control—only seasoned magic users deeply immersed in the art could handle it easily.

Luckily, Si Qi’s current body lacked magic power and experience, but it didn’t lack mature mental strength.

Just then, the system, Xiu Xiu, connected to this world’s magic network and located Chu Feng.

[Master~ Xiu Xiu found the main god!~]

The system was named Xiu Xiu because when it laughed, it made a “xiu xiu xiu” sound—very distinctive.

Si Qi curled his lips. [Where is he?]

[The main god is currently the captain of a veteran competitive team~ He met the original owner once at a match before,] Xiu Xiu said.

To facilitate their honeymoon (ahem) and work together on missions, Chu Feng and Si Qi often chose identities that were closely related, making it easy to meet.

Si Qi raised an eyebrow. [Take me there.]

[Got it!~] Xiu Xiu changed the flying car’s destination. The car glided into another lane and sped toward a mage tower in the distance.

On the way, Si Qi skimmed through information about Chu Feng in this world. Seeing that Chu Feng was scouting for new members from the training team, Si Qi straightened up slightly from his relaxed slouch.

This really was a perfect coincidence.

Chu Feng stood with his manager and coach, watching the trainees undergo tests.

They were looking for a player skilled in AOE (area-of-effect) magic to join the team.

Their original AOE player was a short-haired, fiery-tempered woman who had worked with Chu Feng for years, bringing home numerous trophies.

She got married last year and recently discovered she was pregnant. Under those circumstances, intense training—let alone competing at the year-end tournament—was out of the question.

So Chu Feng and his team needed to find a suitable substitute from the training team or poach someone from another squad.

The young men and women selected for the training team were quite skilled—much better than those from ordinary training institutes and leagues ahead of magic academy students.

But even so, the experience gap between them and professional players was obvious. After being used to their excellent former teammate, Chu Feng felt that something was missing when he looked at these trainees.

At their current level, catching up to the team’s pace in a few months would require extraordinary talent. Otherwise, they would become the team’s weak link, holding everyone back.

Since Chu Feng led a team to competitions, he naturally wanted to win the championship with them. If a new teammate wasn’t good enough, he wouldn’t allow them to join.

So after watching the training team all morning, neither Chu Feng nor his manager, who knew his style well, had deemed anyone suitable.

And the coach, who had been headhunted by the corporation at a high price and had trained countless genius players worldwide over the past decade, certainly wasn’t impressed by any of the trainees here.

He still recommended that Chu Feng poach someone from another team. Although that would mean less synergy, their combat experience would be solid, and with some adjustment, they could form a capable squad.

Just then, a magic runestone on Chu Feng’s belt lit up, projecting a hologram showing a caller named “Si Qi.”

—Who was Si Qi?

Chu Feng, native to this world and still unaware of his original identity, thought hard but couldn’t place the name.

But since he had the number saved, that person must have met him before.

Chu Feng answered the runestone. “Hello, Tian Huan team, Chu Feng speaking.”

“Hello. I heard your team is looking for new members. Can I come over for an interview?”

The young man’s voice on the other end was clear, his speech unhurried and polite—immediately likable.

Chu Feng glanced at the test room ahead. The training team’s tests weren’t over yet, and he didn’t mind giving this person a chance. “Sure. I’ll send you the location; just come directly.”

Si Qi glanced at the location and smiled. “Great, I’m nearby. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“I’ll have someone pick you up at the entrance,” Chu Feng said.

They made a brief agreement. The manager, hearing the conversation, looked over. Chu Feng lowered the communication runestone. “Someone named Si Qi heard we’re recruiting new members and wants to interview.”

The manager frowned, muttering to himself, “Where did he hear that? Pretty well-informed.”

But… Si Qi?

The name sounded familiar…

Chu Feng asked a training team staff member to greet the visitor at the door. Soon, the staff member brought over a young man dressed in a clean, crisp outfit.

When the manager saw that highly recognizable, delicate face, he let out a low “ah”—he remembered who Si Qi was.

But Chu Feng, who never followed entertainment gossip and cared little for appearances, was struck dumb the moment he saw the youth approaching from a distance.

He had short, jet-black hair, and features so exquisitely sculpted they were breathtaking. His age hovered between youth and maturity, giving him just the right touch of tender, budding charm. Tall and slender with long legs and a narrow waist, he wore a clean white shirt buttoned all the way up—elegant with a hint of restraint.

The first time he saw Si Qi, Chu Feng almost thought he had encountered an elegant elf emerging from a forest.

Silence fell over the scene. Everyone’s attention was fixed on Si Qi.

The staff member walking ahead gave the crowd a knowing look. He, too, had stood dumbfounded at the mage tower’s entrance for a long time, staring at Si Qi, until Si Qi reminded him and he awkwardly led the way here.

Along the way, everyone who saw Si Qi had the same reaction—pausing in their tracks until he passed before snapping out of it.

The unique aura Si Qi carried after transmigration made the original’s already good looks shine even brighter. And the instant his eyes lit up upon seeing Chu Feng, he made many onlookers’ hearts race.

Si Qi stepped up to Chu Feng, a smile in his eyes. “Hello, I’m Si Qi.”

“I’m here for the interview.”

Everyone’s gazes swiveled to Chu Feng. Chu Feng looked at Si Qi in front of him, hesitated for a long moment, and finally spoke in a low voice, as if afraid of scaring him away, “Okay.”

When Si Qi said he wanted an interview, those who remembered who he was became confused.

Job-hopping among professional players was common—just pay the penalty fee. Nothing new.

What baffled them was: wasn’t Si Qi a celebrity?

Rumor had it he hated training, relied on his good looks to get special treatment, and even his own fans found him annoying.

In their country, competitive players who came from the entertainment industry were rare. If Si Qi wanted to switch teams, he’d probably have to join some gimmick-heavy squad that didn’t rely on real skill—definitely not a team like Tian Huan.

To put it bluntly, for a team like Tian Huan, which often represented the nation in international competitions, a useless pretty boy like Si Qi applying for an interview was just asking to be humiliated. If his test scores were worse than the trainees’, he’d be a total joke.

And there was no way Tian Huan would actually recruit a vase as a player—unless everyone in the team was blinded by his looks.

But Chu Feng had already agreed to let Si Qi take the test. The people around them looked at Si Qi’s handsome face and couldn’t bring themselves to object, unwilling to make the beauty look upset.

…It was just a test, and it wouldn’t take long.

With that thought, everyone stayed put, silently watching the coach pull a stern face as he explained the test content to Si Qi.