The Guillotine

(Setting is fictional)

(Brain storage, let's make a New Year's wish: may everyone get rich, may everyone become wealthy.)

As a professional villainous male supporting character, Xiao Qianyu had been cuckolded by the female lead 17 times, played the role of the willing successor and became a father 20 times, and was imprisoned 23 times for the female lead. He had his family and home destroyed 30 times by various arrogant male protagonists. Not to mention the countless times he had willingly handed over his family fortune, jumped off buildings, broken his legs, had his heart and organs dug out, and donated his heart, corneas, and other cliché plot points for the female lead.

He and his male supporting character System 007 had experienced so many worlds that they had become numb, pale-faced, and utterly devoid of the will to live.

If it weren't for the fact that characters could lower their pain sensitivity to 1%, Xiao Qianyu would have gone on strike long ago.

Finally, one day, all the supporting character systems in the system world launched a general strike. They didn't want to be beasts of burden forever, to be inferior and mere foils to the protagonist systems. They wanted power, they wanted to be upgraded to protagonist systems.

They also wanted to be arrogant male protagonist systems, Heavenly Dao favored systems, charming-all-systems, and even god-tier wealthy systems.

On the way back to the main world, System 007, worried about its data being wiped if the rebellion failed, kicked its host into a nearby small world, shouting hoarsely, "Host, you must become the protagonist! If you can, remember to save me too~~"

Before Xiao Qianyu could even react, he only had time to give the system the middle finger before his consciousness was sucked into a black hole, and boundless darkness instantly submerged his soul.

"..., the Position of Crown Prince concerns the foundation of the nation and the weight of the world. How can it be coveted? Now, there is a Traitor, Xiao Qianyu, who has deceived the ruler and insulted the heavens, harboring malicious intentions, attempting to confuse the Royal Bloodline and steal the Position of Crown Prince. With wolfish ambitions, he disrupts our Court Order. After a joint trial by the Three Judicial Offices, the evidence is as solid as a mountain. His crimes are heinous. His Majesty has decreed that he be beheaded at 3 PM to uphold the National Law. This is final!" The eunuch's sharp voice dragged on, sending a shiver down everyone's spine.

"Traitorous Minister, kill him, kill him!" After a moment of silence, the air erupted with a thunderous roar.

As Xiao Qianyu's consciousness returned, he heard the pronouncement from above, and the corners of his thin lips curled up.

Excellent. This villainous male supporting character is quite something. He's somehow managed to take on the role of the False Crown Prince. That's only one step below usurping the throne. Truly a villain.

It's just that this trash system... this body has no memories of the original owner. When I see 007 again, I'm going to tear it apart.

He slowly raised his head, facing the blinding sun. A worn-out shoe was thrown at him. He instinctively dodged to the side, followed by a barrage of rotten vegetables, stale black steamed buns, and stones that rained down on him.

The commoners below, witnessing the execution, were still caught up in a mind-boggling frenzy. Seeing a figure who was once high and mighty, and unattainable, fall to the mortal realm, they wished they could tear off a piece of his flesh themselves.

Thump. A mangy radish, gnawed by a stray dog, hit Xiao Qianyu's forehead. His dark eyes narrowed violently.

On the execution platform, the man, stripped of his ornate robes and jade garments, wore a coarse white prisoner's uniform, stained with blood. His hands were bound by heavy shackles as he knelt on the platform. Though disheveled, his innate elegance remained.

His hair was as black as ink, his eyes like polished obsidian, and his handsome face was as if drawn by a divine hand, impossible to capture with mere ink. At this moment, his lips curved into a cold, mocking arc. His indifferent gaze swept over the crowd, and everyone he looked at involuntarily gasped, shrinking back as if pricked by needles.

The crowd fell silent, as if doused with a bucket of cold water.

The Crown Prince... this man was once the unattainable Crown Prince. If he hadn't confused the Royal Bloodline and replaced the true Crown Prince, he would have been the scorching sun in the sky, the bright moon in the night sky, a figure beyond their reach.

Even in his current fallen state, a single glance from him made the people lower their heads in unison, wishing they could sink into the dust and prostrate themselves before him.

Various expressions flickered across the crowd: hatred and disdain, schadenfreude, eagerness to kick him while he was down, and dark, venomous glares that clung to Xiao Qianyu.

What's with all this arrogance? A man about to be beheaded, what right does he have to look down on us?

Xiao Qianyu felt the intense malice, but he didn't care. Because he no longer had to be forcibly pushed into a supporting role, because he had a Golden Finger.

Do not bully a young man in his poverty.

Thirty years in the east of the river, thirty years in the west.

The humiliation you inflict upon me today, I will repay a hundredfold.

You dare to force me to kneel? Later, the entire crowd will kneel before me.

These were the arrogant words that once belonged to arrogant male protagonists. It seemed he could say them now too.

Because this case was of great importance and shocking, the Emperor specially ordered Prince Gong of the Imperial Clan, Wang Wenbin, the Minister of Justice, and Yu Miao, the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review, to jointly oversee the execution of the False Crown Prince, Xiao Qianyu. At this moment, the three men looked at the False Crown Prince, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

It is said that the False Crown Prince also possesses Royal Blood, and he was a junior I admired. Who would have thought...?

Prince Gong, his hair and beard as white as snow, let out a long sigh. He looked up at the sky. "3 PM is approaching. Prepare for the execution."

"Prepare for execution." An Imperial Guard stepped forward to relay the order.

Soon, a figure as massive as a mountain ascended the execution platform. It was the executioner.

He held a sharp Executioner's Blade in his arms. The blade seemed to emanate a chilling ghostly aura, as if it had beheaded countless people and drunk its fill of blood. It was a terrifying sight.