System 55 floated in the hall of the Central Management Bureau, looking at the striking 50 points on the screen with a bitter expression.

50 points, it was definitely in last place.

Sure enough, the Main Brain turned to 55, let out a slow sigh, and said with disappointment, "Little Six, this was your first mission, and the difficulty wasn't high either. How did it turn out like this?"

System 55: "QAQ"

It typed out a crying expression on the screen and couldn't help but sob pitifully.

"Main Brain, I swear, I really tried my best to complete the mission, but my previous host, he, he was just impossible to carry! QAQ"

The previous host, Xie Yu, was a bizarre man with a peculiar thought process, excelling at scraping by and feigning compliance. The system was already thanking the heavens and the earth that he managed to get 50 points.

The Main Brain sighed again: "Our duty is to maintain the normal operation of the small worlds. With 50 points... alright, it can barely operate, but I still hope Little Six will work harder next time."

System 55: "I will, but can you assign me a reliable host? It would be best if his personality was similar to the original owner in the novel."

Xie Yu's personality was completely opposite to the original owner's, which led to the results being hundreds of thousands of miles off track. But if the personalities were similar to begin with, there shouldn't be any problems, right?

After taking this severe beating from reality, System 55 had grown up. It realized that as a rookie system, it couldn't turn the tide alone and had to rely on a suitable host.

The Main Brain thought for a moment and agreed: "I will extract keywords for you and open the matching system."

They quieted down as countless words simultaneously swept across the fluorescent blue screen, turning into complex and massive data streams. The supercomputer categorized and uniformly organized the data.

In just 30 short seconds, the original novel was completely dismantled.

This was an interstellar Zerg novel. The protagonist, Lenon Colette, was a promising major general of the Third Legion and the designated heir of the Colette Family. Legend had it that his head of silver hair was even more charming than a pure white iris, and he was privately called "Major General Pure White Iris".

At the beginning of the novel, Lenon was imprisoned due to a framing by the nobles and was about to be punished with exile. Seeing the execution date drawing nearer, there were only two paths laid out before Lenon: one, put up no resistance and accept the punishment; two, seek the favor of one of the Highnesses in the royal family, become a companion to gain bail, and avoid the punishment, but he would be confined to the inner courtyard from then on, never to see a day of freedom again.

Lenon had unfinished business, so he chose the second path.

The royal family currently had a total of three Highnesses. The First and Second Highnesses both had fierce reputations outside, while the Third Highness had just come of age, had poor health, and always lived in seclusion, leaving no intelligence about him whatsoever.

Lenon decided to take a gamble. He picked the Third Highness of the Empire, schemed to have a one-night stand with the other party, and offered up the wealth of the Colette Family, begging the Third Highness to marry him.

However, as the protagonist of an abusive novel, he undoubtedly lost the bet. The Third Highness, Lin You, was a playboy who was promiscuous and capricious. After deeply marking Lenon, he used Pheromone suppression to wildly plunder the Colette Family's wealth. After toying with all of Lenon's old friends and relatives, he lost interest in him and kicked him away. Refusing to provide pacification, he watched coldly with indifference as Lenon struggled and suffered for Pheromones.

Subsequently, Lenon injected a serum, completely sealing off the effects of Pheromones at the cost of agonizing pain once a month, and finally died on the expeditionary battlefield.

And after losing the support of the Colette Family, Lin You died in a power struggle.

This seemed like a story of taking revenge on society.

System 55 was deep in thought: "In short, Lin You is a person who is promiscuous, selfish and indifferent, and capricious, right? How am I supposed to find a host like this?"

It was actually quite rare to gather these three trashy qualities at the same time.

The Main Brain's screen flickered: "I can try to match one for you."

A massive amount of data flowed through the Main Brain. A moment later, the screen froze, and an electronic voice sounded: "Found him."

"Host No. 854357. Playboy and promiscuous. According to the inquiry, he simultaneously has 325 lovers, and every single lover affectionately calls him 'wife' or 'baby'."

System 55's eyes instantly lit up.

325 of them! So playboy! So promiscuous! I love it!

"At the same time, he is selfish and indifferent. According to the inquiry, to this day, his 325 lovers have spent a total of 47,830 yuan buying gifts for him, yet he hasn't returned a single one."

Not a single one! So selfish! I love it!

"Secondly, he is an indifferent person who likes the silent treatment. The words he likes to use most with his lovers are 'go away' and 'no'."

So indifferent! So heartless! I love it!

"Lastly, he is capricious. Often, his previous sentence will be an expression of thanks, and in the next sentence, he will tell people to go away."

So capricious! I love it!

What kind of heaven-chosen scumbag is this? Isn't this a perfect match for the novel's Lin You?

"The most important point is that he just died suddenly from staying up late. You can bind with him right now."

What kind of heaven-sent perfect host is this!

The system made a prompt decision: "He's the one. Please send me his files!"

Twenty minutes ago, Jin City, Huayuan Community.

Lin You sent a "Starting Broadcast" sticker in the group chat, and the small group of 329 people instantly became active.

"Wifey, until what time are you streaming tonight?"

Lin You sighed: "Nine o'clock, and don't call me wifey."

"Okay wifey. Is wifey streaming a horror game tonight?"

Lin You sighed: "I'm not streaming horror genres. I've said I'm afraid of ghosts and the dark. Also, don't call me wifey, I'm a pure top!"

"A pure top can also be a wifey."

"...Go away."

"If we can't call you wifey, can we call you baby?"

"...No."

In just a few short sentences of dialogue, he had already said three "no"s and one "go away".

After Lin You finished speaking in the group chat, he skillfully opened his stream and selected a shooter game called Interstellar War. He was a moderately popular small streamer who didn't show his face, only his hands. Because of his beautiful execution, his clean and sharp headshots, and even his elegant and smooth recoil control and reloading, watching him play games was like watching a movie. There were almost no wasted camera movements or actions, and he was jokingly called the "Most Entertaining Interstellar War Player" by his fans.

Lin You had a pleasant voice and nice hands. Once the fans got familiar with him, they all liked to call him "wifey". No matter how he tried to stop them, it was useless. Even when he put a "pure top" tag on his homepage, the fans only got more excited.

At this moment, a gift floated across the screen, and Lin You expressed his gratitude: "Thank you to this 'Does Lin You Want To Try Being A Bottom' for the luxury yacht..."

After reading the name, two veins popped out on his forehead: "Go away!"

It was a bit embarrassing to talk about. Although Lin You boasted about being a pure top and was certain in his heart that it was absolutely impossible for him to be a bottom, because of his excessively delicate and handsome face and his overly polite personality, even if he sat in a gay bar with a 10:1 ratio of bottoms to tops, the only ones who would come up to hit on him would be of the same type.

Whenever a muscle-bound hunk sat next to him and whistled wildly at his butt, Lin You would have the illusion that he was going to die.

And what was even more deadly was that whether they were gay or straight, Lin You's good friends had already found partners one after another, leaving only Lin You as a loner. While others were being intimate under the moonlight and flowers, and even posting photos on their social media feeds to show off their affection, Lin You could only go home and stream games. Now, every time he went to a temple to burn incense, Lin You would pray to the Bodhisattva for a blessing: "Please give me a sweet romance!"

Just when would he be able to have a sweet romance with a matching type?

The others were one thing, but Lin You's fans especially loved to poke at his sore spots. Weird usernames like "When Are You Going To Be A Bottom" flew all over the screen. Lin You felt incredibly speechless and helpless, so he could only let the fans do as they pleased.

After he finished reading the list of gift senders, he started the game.

Today's mission was to delve deep into the Zerg nest. Lin You chose a small-caliber pistol. He sneaked through the dark and deep underground, his nerves stretched to the limit. As the Zerg nest grew darker, countless hoarse rustling sounds echoed all around. However, Lin You was a veteran after all; he was completely undisturbed and quickly found the mission objective.

He hid behind a giant boulder, attached a scope, and was just about to take aim and fire when a sudden, intense pain struck his chest. His heart began to beat wildly at an inopportune moment. He felt dizzy and his vision blurred, making him almost unable to see the screen clearly.

His field of vision gradually closed up, and the computer screen turned into a blue dot the size of a pinprick. His vision went black, and then he knew nothing more.

In a daze, a voice seemed to ring in his ear:

"Welcome Host Lin You to binding with this system. This system is the Abusive Novel NPC Role-Playing System. You will be playing the role of the playboy and unfeeling Third Prince Lin You in the novel Lost in the Stars. Please carefully study the character settings of the novel and fulfill the novel's plot. When the role-playing passing grade reaches 50%, you will be rewarded with one chance at rebirth..."

Amidst the eerie mechanical voice, Lin You's head felt like it was splitting apart. He groggily opened his eyes, and the first thing that came into view was a head of satin-like silver hair, shimmering with a thread-like, brilliant luster. Lin You raised his hand, and the long hair slipped through his fingertips, leaving a cool sensation.

"Ugh..."

Some sort of sound rang out, and immediately after, the pads of his fingers touched warm skin.

Lin You was suddenly startled.

He was holding a person in his arms, a beautiful man.

Beneath him was an excessively soft bed. This bed was larger than the biggest one Lin You had ever seen, large enough for seven or eight people to gallop freely on it. It was like the bed of a CEO or young master from an old-school romance novel. Pure white gauze curtains hung around the bed, and the dimensions of the room were also excessively large. The vaulted ceiling was a full ten meters high, a dimension that modern developers could not possibly use.

...A dream?

Lin You raised his hand to brush aside the silver hair on the man's forehead, then softly inhaled a breath. The face beneath the silver hair had practically grown exactly according to his preferences. The deep blue eyes made one think of the sky and the sea. His forehead was covered in layers of fine beads of sweat, and even his arched neck was unbelievably beautiful. Surprisingly, his figure was also right in Lin You's strike zone; the pectoral and abdominal muscles were perfectly full, and the taut lines of his calves were smooth and beautiful, like a meticulously carved BJD doll.

Lin You thought to himself, "Could it be that the Bodhisattva felt my wish was too hard to fulfill, so he simply picked out a dream guy for me in my sleep?"

This appearance, this figure, this beautiful waist, abdomen, and calf muscles, and he's a bottom?

He was still not very clear-headed, yet the silver-haired beauty laughed softly. He leaned down beside Lin You, his voice hoarse: "Your Highness, are you still satisfied with your subject doing this?"

Lin You: "...?"

Your Highness?

Roleplay? This dream even comes with a script?

Seeing his silence, Lenon's expression turned slightly cold, but thinking of his family and career, he still forcefully endured the discomfort in his body and flipped off the bed onto the floor.

"Your Highness." He placed one hand over his chest and knelt on one knee, performing a standard knight's salute. His posture was noble and elegant: "Please allow me to offer the wealth of the Colette Family in exchange for an opportunity to stay by your side."

In a place where Lin You couldn't see, his smile completely vanished, his expression became blank, and a bitter smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Everyone knew that Male Zergs were playboys and promiscuous; there was no such thing as constantly staying by their side. Once deeply marked and their Pheromones blended, Lenon clearly knew what his fate would be, and he was prepared to face it.

To this day, he already had no other choice.