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Thành knew he was dead meat.

A burning closet had collapsed on top of him, pinning him to the floor. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free. Smoke filled his lungs, his vision blurred, and his consciousness started slipping.

The fire was simply too intense.

He was trapped on the upper floor of a tall building. Even though some of his teammates were nearby, there was no guarantee they'd reach him in time.

And in those final moments, Thành wasn't thinking about himself. He was thinking about his cat.

Fried Rice.

This morning, he had rushed out and forgotten to feed her. Poor thing. She must be starving by now.

As his life slowly faded, his only wish was that one of his friends would remember her-someone who would stop by, feed her, and maybe even adopt her after his funeral.

And just like that-

Firefighter Nguyễn Hữu Thành, 28 years old, single, no family, no lover, passed away.

Well... at least he'd saved a few lives before kicking the bucket.

His own life hadn't been particularly exciting, but dying like this? He could accept it.

Or so he thought.

Because the next time he opened his eyes-

He was somewhere completely different.

The first thing he saw was a strange ceiling-one that looked straight out of an ancient countryside pagoda, with massive wooden crossbeams and baked clay roof tiles.

What the hell? Wasn't he supposed to be dead?

A surge of excitement ran through him as he sat up.

Could it be...? Had he been transmigrated into another world?

Thành was no stranger to the trope. He had spent countless nights binge-reading those power fantasy web novels, the kind filled with overpowered protagonists, harem clichés, and absurd plot armor. Even if the stories dragged on for thousands of chapters, he devoured them all the same.

And now, it was happening to him?

Everything felt so real.

If this was truly transmigration, then hell yeah-he was all for it.

Without hesitation, he started taking in his surroundings.

He was lying on a mahogany bed in the middle of a spacious room, surrounded by elegant wooden furniture. The intricate carvings, the rich scent of polished wood, the sheer luxury of it all-it screamed nobility.

Slipping his feet into a pair of wooden clogs, Thành got up and began exploring the room.

On the table sat a round mirror made of polished copper. Curious, he stepped closer to take a look at his "current" face.

To his surprise, he no longer looked like himself.

Thành had never been called handsome, but at least he wasn't as sketchy-looking as the guy staring back at him in the mirror-or so he thought. Thin brows, a massive forehead, and sharp, fox-like eyes... This face didn't inspire trust at all.

The body's previous owner seemed to be around 17 or 18 years old-tall but painfully skinny, with barely any muscle. He was dressed in a silk indigo áo ngũ thân, his long hair tied up in a neat topknot. Everything about him screamed "rich young master."

Well... He might not be handsome, but at least he was loaded. And that was more than enough.

"Văn Thành, may I come in?"

A woman's voice, clear as a wind chime, drifted in from outside.

Thành turned toward the sound-only to be greeted by an exceptionally beautiful young lady. She wore a simple blue áo tấc, a pearl necklace resting elegantly against her collarbone. Her silky black hair cascaded down to her hips, framing delicate, dignified features that radiated grace. Even the way she stepped over the threshold carried the refined air of a noblewoman.

Thành felt a little awkward. He had been Nguyễn Hữu Thành for 28 years, and suddenly being called Văn Thành felt... off. It was still his name, but that one-word difference made it weirdly unfamiliar.

The girl walked in but kept a respectful distance. Her voice was soft and soothing. "Mother said you weren't feeling well this morning. Are you better now?"

Thành was momentarily dumbstruck.

There was something strangely intimate about the way she addressed him... Was she his wife?

Oh, crap.

Thành had never even had a girlfriend before-how was he supposed to handle a wife appearing out of nowhere?!

The girl, seemingly used to being ignored, didn't seem to mind his silence. Without a word, she walked over to the table in the corner, gracefully took a seat, and began pouring tea.

"Well... Next time you... Oh well... you..." Thành stumbled over his words before finally managing, "You don't have to call me Văn Thành. Just Thành is fine."

After a brief hesitation, he awkwardly sat down beside her, still unaccustomed to this kind of conversation.

"How dare I?" The girl chuckled softly, amusement flickering in her eyes.

"Um... I know it's inappropriate to bring this up while you're still unwell, but..."

"Go on," Thành nodded, curiosity piqued.

"About what I told you yesterday... What do you think?"

"Huh?"

The girl hesitated. For a fleeting moment, sadness crossed her face.

"It's about hiring a tutor for Liên," she said softly. "I'm forever grateful to you for marrying me and letting me bring my little brother with me. It's just..."

Her voice trembled slightly, and the corners of her eyes reddened. "After all, Liên is still the first son of the Lê family. If our parents were still alive, he wouldn't have to live in his sister's husband's house like this."

Hold on a second...

First son of the Lê family? Living in his sister's husband's house? Liên?

Thành froze. That sounded way too familiar.

"Vân Trang?" he asked hesitantly.

The girl raised her head, meeting his gaze with her beautiful doe-like eyes.

"Yes?"

Oh, crap.

Thành hadn't transmigrated into another world.

He had transmigrated into one of the worst trashy novels he had ever read.

The novel was called Vio-Savage. It had four thousand chapters, and every single one of them was a complete disaster-a trainwreck, an absolute mess, a horrible sight to behold. Maybe the author was still in middle school. Maybe he didn't even understand what Vio-Savage was supposed to mean, assuming it even meant anything.

It wasn't just bad. It was so bad that even now, Thành felt secondhand embarrassment remembering he had wasted time reading that garbage.

So why was he here?!

For the porn, duh.

Spoiler alert: it wasn't even well-written. But hey, porn was porn. And when it came to mindless (and free) wank material, Thành was neither a beggar nor a chooser.

As for the plot...

Thành frowned.

He had absolutely no idea.

See, he had stumbled upon this dumpster fire of a novel through a random Wattpad recommendation. And as a shameless reader, he had skipped everything plot-related, focusing solely on the smut. If he was already reading garbage for guilty pleasure, why waste time on what was probably an equally terrible storyline?

Lê Soạn was the protagonist of this novel. His sister called him Liên.

He had always been a genius-good at literally everything since birth (and probably best at fucking).

Born as the son of a renowned court official, Lê Soạn had a tragic backstory: for some reason, his entire family-except for his older sister, Lê Vân Trang-died when he was little. With no living relatives, he had to follow his sister when she got married, moving into her husband's home. There, he was mistreated by said husband. And then...

Shit must have hit the fan. Somehow.

Lê Soạn eventually became a ruthless warlord, raised the flag of rebellion, slaughtered countless important figures, seized the throne, took a ridiculous number of wives, and provided readers with an endless supply of completely unrealistic-and anatomically impossible-H-scenes.

As for his sister's husband?

He died a horrible death.

Thành could only say apparently because he had never actually read that part-he had just pieced it together from a random H-scene where another character briefly mentioned it in passing.

If Thành had transmigrated into this novel, and Vân Trang was his wife, then that meant...

He was Lê Soạn's brother-in-law.

The first villain to die at the start of the story.

Talk about bad luck...

Seeing her husband's pale face, Vân Trang quickly handed him a cup of tea. "Actually... forget it. If it's too much trouble, I'll send Liên to a relative's house in the countryside."

She wiped away her tears. "Let's just pretend I never said anything."

Thành panicked. He had always been terrible at handling crying women-especially ones as lovely and delicate as Vân Trang.

Quickly, he poured her another cup of tea and lowered his voice. "Don't cry. I'll do it. It's just hiring a tutor. How hard can it be?"

"Not just anyone will do," Vân Trang said. "I want... Sir Đoàn Văn Nhữ to tutor Liên. Is that possible?"

The name Đoàn Văn Nhữ sounded familiar, but Thành couldn't place him.

Which probably meant he wasn't important enough to remember.

To put it bluntly, the only spoilers Thành had were the list of women in Lê Soạn's harem, which girl had the biggest tits, and which one had the nicest ass. That was it.

He didn't even remember what Lê Soạn's personality was like. The guy seemed a little quiet, but... well, you know what they say about the quiet ones.

"Sir Đoàn Văn Nhữ?" Thành repeated. "Isn't he a court official? He's a noble-how am I supposed to invite him over, let alone ask him to tutor our brother?"

Vân Trang blinked. "I thought you two were close..."

Although Thành didn't remember what kind of background Lê Soạn's brother-in-law had, he was probably more than just some rich nobody.

"Okay... Give me some time to think about it," Thành said with a hearty laugh, trying to act natural.

"Thank you." Vân Trang obediently bowed her head and left.

That whole day, Thành wandered around, casually chatting up the servants and managing to gather quite a bit of information.

This body’s name was Trương Văn Thành. He wasn’t just some rich landlord’s son—he was actual royalty. Apparently, he was a distant nephew of the Emperor or something like that. His father had passed away early, leaving him to be raised by his mother in the capital. Since the court provided for him, he never had to pick up a trade. Just last month, he had taken in the daughter—and younger brother—of the late official as his wife and brother-in-law.

Ah, no—he should say the daughter of the late official and her younger brother, not a two-for-one package deal.

Thành also made another concerning discovery—he was completely illiterate in this world. Back in his old life, twelve years of English classes had barely stuck, let alone this place’s complicated logographic script. But since they were already planning to hire a tutor for Soạn, and Thành had nothing better to do, maybe he could sneak in and learn alongside the kid. No shame in that, right?

Speaking of the kid…

Thành had finally met Lê Soạn. The boy was twelve but tiny for his age—adorably so. He was sure Soạn would grow into a strikingly handsome young man. The kid was quiet, with deep, expressive eyes like an autumn lake. Apparently, he had been sickly as a child, and after his family fell into ruin, he started school much later than most noble children.

“Do you know who I am?” Thành crouched down, flashing him a friendly smile.

“Anh rể, Trương Văn Thành,” Soạn replied flatly.

“Don’t call me ‘anh rể.’ And don’t say my full name like that. Just call me anh Thành from now on.”

Thành loved kids. Back in his old life, he had volunteered at SOS Children’s Villages many times. He was well-practiced at befriending withdrawn little ones like this.

So what if he had transmigrated into a villain?

As long as he treated the protagonist well, he'd be fine.

Right?