I Became a Rich Second-Generation Villain

At the school gate, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan came to a stop, and the driver respectfully opened the door.

A young man stepped out of the car.

He looked about eighteen, tall and straight-backed, with handsome features.

Quite a few girls arriving for school saw him, and nearly all of them brightened with delight, unable to resist wanting to approach him.

However, his expression was gloomy, giving off an unmistakable keep-out vibe.

The young man was Wang Haoran.

He was in an extremely bad mood.

After all, no one would be happy if something like this happened to them.

He was a transmigrator.

Before transmigrating, he had been an orphan struggling in a big city. Nearing thirty, he was still accomplishing nothing and could not even win over a single girl. He had been a complete failure.

Almost every terrible experience in life had happened to him.

After transmigrating, he became a rich second-generation heir.

He came from a good family, was handsome, and excelled in school.

Every day, a Cullinan drove him to and from school.

He had more spending money than he could ever use.

Under normal circumstances, he would have woken up laughing from his dreams after encountering something like this.

In fact, during the first few days after transmigrating, he really had felt great and even laughed in his sleep.

After all, his previous life had been so miserable.

Now that he had such exceptional living conditions after transmigrating,

anyone would have been thrilled.

But he soon discovered that things were not that simple.

The dead-last student in his class had recently seen a meteoric rise in his grades and occasionally interacted with the Class Representative, who was also the School Belle.

Everyone knew that Wang Haoran and the School Belle were supposed to be a perfect match.

Although the School Belle herself did not acknowledge that.

Once the dead-last student grew close to the School Belle, Wang Haoran's lackeys could not resist currying favor.

Just yesterday, they had dragged the dead-last student into a corner to teach him a profound lesson.

Three against one should have been an absolute stomp.

Yet the result was that all three lackeys got beaten senseless! Having read countless web novels in his previous life, Wang Haoran found the plot strangely familiar.

Wasn't this exactly the plot of an urban novel where a dead-last student turned his life around and won the School Belle?

And his own family background and qualities were completely the template for a rich second-generation villain.

After that thought occurred to him, Wang Haoran could not help laughing again, thinking he might be overthinking things.

But at that moment, the standard transmigrator system appeared.

The system was called the Super Villain System.

Through the system, he learned that he had transmigrated into a parallel world built from an urban power-fantasy novel.

There was no doubt about his identity. He was a bona fide rich second-generation villain, a Tool Man meant to be humiliated by the protagonist.

In the main storyline, he constantly fought against the protagonist but failed step by step. Before even reaching Chapter 100, the protagonist would destroy his family.

The protagonist would take his family fortune and the School Belle he liked as well.

"Damn it, why couldn't I transmigrate into anything else? Why did I have to become a villain who wouldn't even survive a hundred chapters? Are you screwing with me?!"

Wang Haoran vented inwardly.

But it was already an established fact, and he knew he was powerless to change it.

Of course, that did not mean he would simply accept his fate.

Judging from the events of the past few days, the novel's plot had clearly only just begun.

The protagonist had only just started to develop and could not confront him head-on yet.

Wang Haoran possessed far more resources than the protagonist.

As long as he made good use of them and remained vigilant, it was not impossible for him, the villain, to turn things around.

"Boss."

While he was thinking, a boy wearing a cap walked over from behind him.

Beneath the cap, faint bruising and swelling could be seen on his face.

He had clearly been beaten up.

This was one of Wang Haoran's three main lackeys, Fan Jian.

The other two were named Fan Tong and Qin Shousheng.

Just listen to those names!

What kind of names were those?

Fan Jian—sounds like "being cheap"? Fan Tong—sounds like "rice bucket"?

Qin Shousheng—sounds like "beast born"? The three of them were practically born into the villain faction.

Clearly, this had been deliberately designed by that maliciously silly author.

Fan Jian looked embarrassed, afraid to meet Wang Haoran's scrutinizing gaze.

It really was humiliating.

Three against one, and they still lost.

After being stared at for a while, Fan Jian finally could not endure it any longer and took the initiative to admit his mistake.

"Boss, hit me or scold me, whatever you want. We embarrassed you."

"Why are you the only one here? Where are the other two?" Wang Haoran did not blame him and merely asked.

Because he knew blaming them was useless. The guy had the Protagonist Halo protecting him. How could three insignificant trash mobs possibly beat him up that easily?

Seeing that Wang Haoran was not angry, Fan Jian breathed a sigh of relief. He hurried closer and said with a grin, "Boss, I ran faster, so I took fewer hits. Those two were weaker and ran slower, so they got beaten badly. Half their faces are swollen out of shape. It'll probably take days for it to go down!"

Wang Haoran was speechless when he saw that expression on his face.

What kind of brain-dead lackey had that silly author assigned him?

The idiot had taken fewer hits because he ran faster, yet he was actually smugly trying to show off.

What, did he expect Wang Haoran to praise him?! "If you keep smiling, I'll slap you across the face."

Wang Haoran truly could not stand this brain-dead lackey's stupid grin and scolded him.

"Boss, no, no! I was wrong, I was wrong. I won't smile anymore." Fan Jian hurriedly admitted his mistake and added:

"Don't worry, Boss. I'll get our revenge. I refuse to believe that kid has three heads and six arms. Today, I'll bring ten brothers with me!"

"Save it. It's useless." Wang Haoran shook his head.

They had already alerted the enemy. The protagonist would be on guard now, and with the Protagonist Halo at work, sending more people over would only be delivering punching bags to him.

Even if the protagonist could not win, he would definitely escape easily.

It would be completely pointless.

"Useless? Then, Boss, should I call twenty?"

"Why do you have so much nonsense to say? I said it's useless."

"How is that possible? Then I'll call thirty."

"Why don't you just call your mom!" Wang Haoran could not help blurting out a curse.

"Call my mom? Boss, that... that won't work. My mom's so frail. How could she fight?" Fan Jian said with a pained expression.

Wang Haoran rubbed his temples. What kind of brain-dead lackey was this?

After forcibly suppressing the urge to hit him and calming himself down,

"Don't do this kind of thing again."

"Huh, Boss? That kid is trying to hook up with Sister-in-law. Who does he think he is? We really couldn't stand it," Fan Jian said.

"Tell me, am I more handsome, or is that kid more handsome?" Wang Haoran asked his lackey.

"Of course you're more handsome, Boss. What does that kid even count as? At most, his features are reasonably decent."

Fan Jian answered without hesitation. There was no flattery in it at all, because it was the truth.

"Then is my family background better, or is his?"

"Your family has tens of billions in assets, Boss. His family is ordinary. There's no comparison at all."

"Then are my grades better, or are his?"

"Your grades are in the top ten of the whole school, Boss. You're a proper top student. That kid is near the bottom, just a lousy student."

"Then isn't that enough? With conditions as good as mine, would I lose to some poor dead-last kid? Why are you people meddling in this?"

"Boss, I understand, I understand. We were being unnecessary. Without your orders, we won't meddle anymore.

That kid isn't worthy of being compared to you at all." Fan Jian finally understood.

Wang Haoran nodded and looked at the brain-dead lackey with the gaze of someone seeing that even a fool could be taught.

Suddenly, a system notification appeared in his mind.

Ding! By guiding a lackey's actions and slightly changing the plot's direction, you have gained 100 Villain Points.