Chapter 2: The Portrait of Heroic Souls

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Li Ensu was a man of simple days.
He was considered clever—not extraordinarily so—and it wasn’t too difficult for him to study hard and get into a good university. But to pursue cutting-edge research and become an academic elite was beyond his reach... More importantly, he simply had no desire to endure such grueling hardships.
He dreamed of wealth with little work, living close to home, holding high rank with light responsibility, waking up naturally without an alarm, and counting money until his hands cramped... After reading this in a certain novel, he took it as his motto.
Later, realizing his limited abilities and time, and that such an all-encompassing dream was unrealistic, he settled for...
“More money, less work, close to home; waking naturally and living comfortably is the priority—life’s short, be content and happy...”
And so, he took the civil service exam.
With a diligence that would only come once in a lifetime, he became an excellent and ambitious young cadre... His plan was to coast at the district level and then slack off, becoming a parasite.
“...My last memory was downing three large cups of oolong tea (the kind that can ignite) at a business banquet, then spinning and feeling dizzy... Did I just die drunk on the spot?!”
Alas, the man of simple days never truly lived well and died an uneasy death.
“Damn it, we agreed I’d get promoted next year. Once the new batch of university graduates take over, I can retire from the front line...”
Now he called himself Li En Sudar, a transmigrator who seemed to be less capable than a beast of burden.
A book, a person, a pair of pants... not even underwear, he arrived in a strange world.
Oh, no—beneath that chilly bare bottom lay the corpse of a lizard noble named “Li En.”
What followed was natural: using the corpse’s belongings, he tried to blend into the crowd, integrate into the new society, and once again live a simple life.
This lizard was a fallen noble, here to seek refuge with distant relatives—perhaps he could secure a better start, find a wife and children, and build a warm home soon.
“Actually, a wife with beast ears wouldn’t be bad—would save money on cosplay outfits...”
He remained optimistic as ever.
“Die!”
But now, tied to an iron throne and with someone trying to rip off his beast ears, that wasn’t such a good thing.
“Let’s negotiate. I’ll find a way to release you, and you don’t cause trouble—just pretend you never saw me.”
“Die!” The gag muffled her voice, yet the storm of murderous intent rippled through the room.
Li En heard no sound—this seemed like a direct mental shockwave... every attempt at communication recently ended this way.
She was beautiful, with a supermodel’s curvaceous figure and golden hair cascading to her waist... but now, whenever she approached, her muscles bulged beneath the steel restraints, veins standing out like bombs ready to explode.
Forget the era’s most glorious and merciful hero; to Li En, she was a furious lioness.
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