Quick Transmigration Strategy: The Yandere Male God

The weather was unpredictable. Just a moment ago, the sky was clear, but in the blink of an eye, it began to drizzle lightly.

At this moment, inside a pizza shop—

By the window, a girl in a school uniform was intently looking outside. The school emblem prominently displayed the words “Lichen High School.”

A glance would reveal the girl’s exquisitely delicate face, so delicate like a baby’s. Her brown eyes sparkled, and with a lazy expression, she resembled a lost fairy in the mortal world, drawing the attention of many passersby.

However, the girl was evidently used to being watched, and she had more important matters at hand.

The girl’s name was Shi Ran. She was originally the main god of the Six Realms. Due to the unstable luck in a small world, she personally descended to restore its balance.

The main reason for choosing this small world might be related to a dream she had…

According to her senses, that person must be in this small world.

As the main god, she could easily restore the luck of the Six Realms, but now she could not do so.

Her divine power had diminished to the level of when she was just born, due to the chaotic luck in the Six Realms.

The mysterious person disrupting the luck of the Six Realms was undoubtedly not an ordinary character.

The only way now was to become the original female lead of each world and take back the luck values that had been taken away by those bastards.

The method for taking back was to become a more dazzling existence than them.

This was her first day in this world.

She had also learned the basic information about the original owner of this body.

Shi Ran was about to turn eighteen in three months. She was a second-year high school student and an orphan.

She was also the lucky female lead of this small world.

Originally, as the Lord God, her life was supposed to be a happy one, passing the exam after working hard and becoming the top student.

However, due to her luck being taken away, the original owner’s life had taken a drastic turn—

She, who should have been the beloved child, was “accidentally” hit by a car on the road on a rainy night tonight.

With no chance of survival, the relevant authorities closed the case, claiming the driver had fled and was nowhere to be found.

Clearly, this was intentional…

A month ago, the original owner was adopted by someone said to be the old friend of her biological “mother.”

In the month since her adoption, that mysterious old friend had never appeared.

The original owner had not met the person who adopted her. She only knew from the living conditions that he must be wealthy.

As for that person’s name, she was unaware.

He clearly had no involvement in the original owner’s death.

“You really have a strange attitude toward her.” The girl murmured, interest evident in her eyes.

This so-called adoption was definitely not as simple as it seemed. Not to mention who her biological mother was, what did this old friend want from the original owner? Was there profit to be made?

According to the world’s information, that person was the male lead of this small world.

Since she was here, she might as well go with the flow. She didn’t want to think too much about that person’s motives.

What she needed to do now was to take back the luck value and restore her divine power. Once her divine power returned to its previous state, she would easily wield the strength of a Lord God.

Looking silently through the glass at the pouring rain outside, the girl’s eyes were calm. “It seems I need to take the initiative.”

With such heavy rain, didn’t he consider coming to pick up this newly adopted poor little girl?

If not, she would have to take action.

After the original owner was adopted, that serious-looking uncle was likely that person’s secretary.

He had given the original owner a number, saying it was for emergency matters.

Although there had been no precedent for this so far.

Seeing that the rain showed no signs of stopping anytime soon, it provided her a perfect excuse.

To learn more about that person.

“Beep—beep-beep—” After a few dialing sounds, the call was quickly connected.

“…”

A silence fell on the line.

Once the call was connected, the person on the other end did not speak, seeming to intend to remain silent.

If she guessed correctly, it was him.

Hmm, quite unpleasant.

The original owner’s character was that of a good girl, which wasn’t difficult for Shi Ran to pretend to be.

Using the privileges of the Lord God, she had learned some of the man’s strange preferences.

For example, the male lead had an obsession with blood. He liked… the color and scent of blood.

He also enjoyed the screams of humans in their final moments, all of which showed how strange and sick this male lead was.

Coincidentally, she didn’t mind.

Or rather, they were the same kind…

She believed he would very much like her, a fellow kind.

“Hello.” The girl paused before continuing, “It’s raining heavily outside. Can you please come pick me up…”

Her tender yet fragile voice was quite endearing, but unfortunately the man showed no compassion upon hearing it.

At this moment, in his private space within the office.

The right hand that answered the call was covered in blood, while his left hand was rapidly using a knife to carve beautiful patterns into some flesh.

His eyes were filled with seriousness.

The left hand could be so…

Upon hearing the girl’s words, the frown that had been tightly knit on his forehead relaxed slightly, and even the corners of his lips curled up.

As if he had thought of something amusing.

“Sorry, please hold on.” With that, he hung up the call.

The man’s voice was deep and hoarse, rich with magnetism, as if it held a captivating charm.

The girl’s frailty stirred something in his heart, making him want to preserve her delicate state forever.

And the only way to do that was to make her part of his collection—a doll.

That was a thought that shouldn’t exist, it was dangerous and should have been suppressed, yet he couldn’t resist.

An innocent girl.

“Ha… I’m really looking forward to it.”

He could already imagine how enchanting she would be as his doll.

That impatient feeling prompted him to set down the “art piece” he was working on, wash his hands carefully, and slowly wipe his fingers with a nearby handkerchief.

Until not a trace of blood remained—