Chapter 226: Prevent Fire, Prevent Theft, Prevent Your Best Friend: A Domestic Special Effects Wonder Adventure

“Phone?”

Luo Jie smiled: “Are Itachi sure Itachi want to stay?”

Akatsuki Chuchu nodded, her eyes brimming with the fluttering anticipation of a startled fawn.

Luo Jie didn’t refuse—it was just another willing lip-cleaning friend handed to him.

To decline would seem impolite.

From that day on, the two began interacting frequently.

At first, it was only casual chatter, sharing snippets of daily life, but as their understanding deepened, their relationship quickly warmed.

Akatsuki Chuchu gradually realized that Luo Jie wasn’t just good-looking—he was young and accomplished, having launched a tech company at an early age, impossibly wealthy yet humble like an invisible billionaire.

He spoke with grace, witty and humorous, attentive and considerate in every way he cared for her—nothing like the playboy rich second-generation she’d imagined.

They dined out, watched movies, visited art exhibitions, and sometimes strolled aimlessly through the quiet streets late at night, talking endlessly.

Until one night, over dinner with the mood just right and alcohol loosening inhibitions, they naturally became bed partners.

Afterwards, Luo Jie felt deeply reflective.

This protagonist aura really does deliver.

But all of this was noticed by Akatsuki Chuchu’s closest friend, He Lan.

He Lan was the chairwoman of an advertising company, a young woman who had succeeded in entrepreneurship, a forceful and decisive career woman.

She knew the social game all too well—especially the tactics men used to charm young girls, rehearsed and recycled until she could recite them by heart.

Akatsuki Chuchu, fresh out of college and still uncorrupted by the workplace, was the easiest target for a rich second-generation’s deception.

He Lan noticed Akatsuki Chuchu had become elusive, constantly taking leave and vanishing, her phone always on Do Not Disturb—her internal alarm bells rang loud.

Finally, one day, He Lan secretly followed Akatsuki Chuchu after work.

She saw her get into a million-yuan sports car, the driver a young, handsome man.

He Lan’s face darkened instantly.

Her mind automatically conjured a series of scenes:

A rich second-generation seducing an innocent girl with sweet talk, gifting flowers and presents, then using her and discarding her, leaving the girl weeping in the wind.

“No—I won’t let my sister become a sucker!”

He Lan gritted her teeth and decided to act.

…

The next day, before leaving work, He Lan approached Akatsuki Chuchu, her tone serious: “Have Itachi been dating someone recently?”

Akatsuki Chuchu nodded, her face glowing with unhidden sweetness: “How did Itachi know?”

“I saw Itachi get into his car yesterday.”

He Lan stared into her eyes: “Have Itachi ever thought about who he really is?”

“I know.”

Akatsuki Chuchu remained calm, dismissive: “He’s the founder of a tech company—he’s seriously capable.”

“Itachi think money equals reliability?”

He Lan sneered.

“How many rich second-generation do Itachi think use money to buy women’s bodies?”

“Do Itachi really believe he cares for Itachi?”

“Or are Itachi just one of many conquests?”

Akatsuki Chuchu froze, her smile slowly fading.

“Don’t be fooled by appearances.”

He Lan pressed on: “Break up with him now.”

Akatsuki Chuchu fell silent for a long time, then spoke softly but firmly: “He’s not what Itachi think.”

He Lan was not someone who gave up easily.

She was a doer.

Seeing Akatsuki Chuchu utterly devoted to Luo Jie, her eyes practically sparkling with pink bubbles, He Lan decided to take matters into her own hands and give Luo Jie a taste of female power.

She found his company’s address and showed up at his door the next morning.

Luo Jie was slacking off in his office.

The secretary in black stockings and a long skirt had just announced: “Director Luo, someone’s here to see Itachi.”

The office door swung open.

“Who are Itachi?”

Luo Jie looked up and saw a woman in a sharp business suit, radiating an aura of two meters tall.

She looked… quite good.

“I’m He Lan.”

He Lan cut straight to the point: “I want Itachi to leave Akatsuki Chuchu.”

Luo Jie raised an eyebrow: “I’ve heard of Itachi from Chuchu—Itachi’re her best friend?”

Luo Jie raised an eyebrow: “I’ve heard of Itachi from Chuchu—are Itachi her best friend?”

He Lan stared him down without flinching, like interrogating a suspect in a police station.

“I don’t believe Itachi care for her sincerely.”

“People like Itachi—I’ve seen too many. Itachi tire of them and toss them aside.”

“Itachi trade money and status for women’s bodies, then never even say sorry.”

Luo Jie chuckled softly, lips curling slightly: “Do Itachi really think I’m that kind of man?”

She’s good at reading people!

“I don’t know.”

He Lan said coldly, “But I know Akatsuki Chuchu isn’t the type to be casual. She shouldn’t be dragged into your rich people’s games.”

Luo Jie stood up and walked to her: “I won’t leave her.”

He Lan wanted to argue.

But in the end, company security escorted her out.

All she could leave behind was a threat.

From that day on, He Lan began appearing frequently in Luo Jie’s life.

Secretly observing, openly probing—she almost wanted to install a tracker on him.

Luo Jie grew annoyed.

He was certain this was the protagonist aura at work.

He Lan was originally a supporting character in the novel, who fell for a pig.

Though it was a pig who had become a bodhisattva.

And even then, she failed.

Probably because of that, my protagonist aura drew her to me.

Meanwhile, He Lan was confused.

She’d come to dig up dirt, to prove Luo Jie was a scumbag—but the more she investigated, the more baffled she became.

Luo Jie had no club visits, no romantic entanglements with multiple girls, hardly any business dinners—he was practically a shut-in.

Luo Jie had no nightclub check-ins, no ambiguous relationships with a crowd of girls, and barely attended any dinners or social engagements—he was practically a shut-in.

Everything she saw was what Luo Jie wanted her to see.

But He Lan began to waver.

She’d only intended to save her friend, yet she’d slowly fallen in herself.

She realized she’d started to like this man.

He was even better than her former crush, Itachi Suowei.

He was even more handsome than Itachi Suowei!

High-spec version of Director Itachi!

Now, she could barely remember what Itachi Suowei looked like—her mind was filled only with Luo Jie.

She had warned herself countless times.

But every time she saw Luo Jie, her heart raced, her voice softened, becoming unexpectedly sweet and timid.

She knew she’d strayed ten thousand miles from her original goal.

One night, they met again and sat at a bar.

He Lan remembered only the dim lights, the low music, the air thick with alcohol.

They talked endlessly—from startup stories to family trivialities, as if they had no end of things to say.

When He Lan woke up, she found herself in a hotel room.

Just moments before, her reason had completely collapsed.

He Lan stared at Luo Jie, asleep beside her, her heart a storm of conflicting emotions.

“How could I steal my sister’s man?”

“I’m such a bastard.”

Yet she couldn’t help stealing glances at Luo Jie, a sweet warmth blooming in her chest—like sneaking a bite of her friend’s cake.

Yet she couldn’t help stealing glances at Rojie, a faint sweetness lingering in her heart, like sneaking a bite of her best friend’s cake.

Other people’s cakes are always sweeter.

He Lan didn’t know what to do, nor how to face Akatsuki Chuchu tomorrow.

At that moment, Luo Jie fell asleep, his body continuously sinking.

In the gray mist hall, Luo Jie suddenly opened his eyes; the surroundings remained that hazy gray space.

……

Magic Luo Jie glanced toward the corner.

Huang Mao Luo Jie crouched in the corner, showing off to the newcomers with the air of a seasoned veteran.

Before him sat three new Luo Jies, their faces nearly identical, as if copied and pasted from the same template.

But their clothing and ages were all different.

One looked like a middle schooler, another like a college student, and the third a white-collar worker.

Magic Luo Jie muttered: “Three newcomers appearing together? That’s rare.”

“Still, let’s share memories first.”

Saying this, he stepped forward, grabbed one by one, and began browsing their memories.

The first was the youngest Luo Jie, still a middle schooler.

He originally thought he had merely been reborn into a parallel world, but turned out he had been transported into the world of *Bakugan*.

Leveraging his past-life memories, he thrived and became a renowned prodigy, the pride of other families.

Just as he was about to make his grand move, a pile of cards suddenly fell from the sky, and the entire world began to change.

Immediately, the world’s aesthetic shifted drastically—those once mere toys, the Bakugan, transformed into sentient mechanical warriors capable of battle upon contact with the cards.

Everyone quickly accepted this premise and threw themselves into Bakugan battles with frenzy.

Just as Bakugan Luo Jie finally recalled the original plot, before he could showcase his skills, his vision went black, and he arrived in this gray mist hall.

The second Luo Jie came from the world of *Tianhuo Legend*, becoming a student of Professor Ai Zhong.

At first, Tianhuo Luo Jie also thought he had merely been reborn into a parallel world.

Until one day, his mentor suddenly called him over, saying he needed to seek lost ancient civilization ruins, mentioning things like the Four Spirit Warriors.

Tianhuo Luo Jie was instantly stunned.

What Four Spirit Warriors? Is this science?

Soon, he vaguely remembered this was a domestic special effects drama, and his scalp prickled.

Realizing he was in a world with supernatural forces, he immediately adjusted his strategy, using his foreknowledge to find the White Tiger Crystal first and transform into the White Tiger Warrior.

Just as he prepared to pursue the other three crystals, his vision went black, and he was directly pulled into this gray mist hall.

The third Luo Jie was transported into the world of *Armor Hero*, specifically the first season.

But he wasn’t a descendant of the Five Elements Village, lacked the Five Elements bloodline, and started as a civilian player.

Fortunately, unlike the other Luo Jies, Armor Luo Jie gained a cheat after his transport.

Equipment Slot Cheat!

This ability allowed him to equip various items into his equipment slot, gaining different bonuses.

With his Equipment Slot cheat, Armor Luo Jie also thrived, even once believing himself to be the protagonist of a modern wish-fulfillment novel.

Until one day, he picked up a stone emitting a dull yellow glow on the street.

At first, Armor Luo Jie thought it was some kind of radioactive material and casually equipped it.

The next second, he transformed into Di Hu Xia, the freebie armor warrior.

At that moment, Armor Luo Jie realized this world wasn’t a parallel universe—it was the world of *Armor Hero*.

Just as he prepared to seek the other light-shadow stones, level up, fight monsters, and transform into Emperor Xia, his vision went black and he too arrived in the gray mist hall.

As Magic Luo Jie flipped through their memories, he couldn’t help but complain:

“Damn, three newcomers all transported into domestic TV dramas? That’s some move.”

“One into *Bakugan*, one into *Four Spirit Warriors*, another into *Armor Hero*.”

“Did Itachi guys form a team to relive your childhood trauma?”

Huang Mao Luo Jie, crouching and cracking sunflower seeds nearby, couldn’t help interjecting: “Don’t Itachi dare mock them—Itachi got transported too!”

Magic Luo Jie froze, his mouth twitching: “I call this high-end transportation. How can I compare to these wild players who stumbled into domestic special effects dramas?”

“Oh?”

Huang Mao Luo Jie raised an eyebrow: “So your Magic Phone is high-end now?”

Magic Luo Jie fell silent, cleared his throat twice, and changed the subject: “Cough, cough—anyway, your plots are all too down-to-earth. Even your cheats are outdated—picking up stones to transform?”

Bakugan Luo Jie snorted: “I’m just an ordinary middle schooler. Who knew I’d suddenly be in Bakugan battles?”

Tianhuo Luo Jie adjusted his glasses: “I finally made it to graduate school, and then suddenly I’m transforming into a Four Spirit Warrior.”

“I don’t even know if I’m here to write a thesis or fight Chiyou.”

Armor Luo Jie sighed: “I had it pretty good—my Equipment Slot cheat is so practical.”

“Just transformed into Di Hu Xia, ready to challenge the Inner War Phantom Beings, North Three Water, to seize the Water Shadow Stone and transform into Black Rhino Xia—and then I got teleported straight into this gray mist hall. What a terrible gaming experience.”

Magic Luo Jie looked at this group of domestic drama commandos and shook his head helplessly: “This isn’t transportation—we’ve been kidnapped by Chinese TV dramas.”

“By the way,” Huang Mao Luo Jie suddenly became interested, staring at Armor Luo Jie.

“Itachi’re not the first one to transport with a cheat.”

“There was a poor soul who got a cloud-raising system.”

Huang Mao Luo Jie shook his head as he spoke: “Sounds fancy, right? But he got transported into the *Journey to the West* world, got chopped by an axe on arrival, and became the system’s core.”

“Now he’s some monkey’s personal grandpa.”

Everyone froze, then burst into laughter.

As the laughter faded, the topic returned to Armor Luo Jie’s Equipment Slot.

“I’m still sticking to my original plan,”

Armor Luo Jie rubbed his hands together.

“Collect all five light-shadow stones, transform into Emperor Xia, and then the whole world will call me Dad.”

Magic Luo Jie raised an eyebrow: “By the time Itachi get back, the whole world will already be calling Itachi Dad.”

“Aren’t Itachi going to try something else?”

“Like… equipping Monster Cards?”

Armor Luo Jie looked utterly baffled: “Itachi want me to turn into a monster too? That ‘enemy and ally share the same origin’ trope is so outdated!”

Tianhuo Luo Jie pondered: “What if I equip all four Spirit Crystals at once? Could I fuse them into the final form directly?”

“Watch out for a meltdown,” Magic Luo Jie doused his hopes.

“What about Itachi?”

Tianhuo Luo Jie turned to him: “Itachi’ve got that dumb doll too—planning to equip that silicone doll?”

“It’s not a silicone doll—it’s a crystal doll.”

Magic Luo Jie smiled smugly: “Besides, I’ve already copied the dumb doll’s data. I don’t need the Equipment Slot to control everything.”

Everyone fell silent: “...”

(End of Chapter)