“But after you left with Miss Carter, he suddenly underwent a tremendous transformation. His cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, and his performance was astonishing. First, he secured his footing within his own family, then even helped his family’s power grow locally, suppressing rival factions.”

“After that, he went to the capital of Eastern Tang, where his reputation soared. He became one of the outstanding youths of his generation in Eastern Tang and earned the qualification to participate in the entrance examination for Guangcheng Mountain.”

“He successfully passed the exam and joined Guangcheng Mountain. After that, his rise seemed even more rapid than Miss Carter’s, and his performance was exceptionally outstanding.”

“Among the new disciples, he stood out above the rest, and in this sect’s recent competition, he took first place.”

At this point, the burly man gave a simple, honest smile: “However, compared to you, Young Master, he’s not really competitive.”

Eric Dawson just curled his lips, thinking to himself, “Yeah, right!”

There was nothing he could do—no matter how he looked at it, this guy seemed like a protagonist template.

So now the question was, on this Ethan the Protagonist’s path to rising up, what kind of role had he become?

“Let me think. Among the current young geniuses in the sect, there’s the rich young master Young Master, who has some strength of his own, a powerful father backing him up, and, more importantly, ‘I’ seem to have taken his girl?”

“The original owner of this body apparently even took that girl surnamed Carter’s first time?”

“…Hmm, this body of mine looks pretty good on the outside, has a showy appearance, and probably feels great to slap or step on…”

“Then my father stands up for me, becoming yet another stepping stone for him, paving the way for his rise—one person gets slapped, the whole family gets delivered to his door for a beating…”

Eric Dawson rolled his eyes.

This plot is really off!

Chapter 2: Dragon vs. Dragon, King Meets King—Who Is the True Dragon?

Eric Dawson was walking down the road, all kinds of voices reaching his ears.

“Greetings, Senior Brother Dawson.”

“Hello, Senior Brother Dawson.”

These were the polite greetings exchanged between fellow disciples.

“Nephew Dawson’s cultivation has improved again. Good, good, truly the leading figure of our sect’s younger generation, a genius among geniuses!”

“Elder Dawson has a worthy successor—truly, a tiger father has no dog son!”

These were the praises and compliments from the elders in the sect.

“Senior Brother Dawson’s aura is getting stronger and stronger, even though he looks so gentle…”

“Ah, so I’m not the only one who feels this way?”

“But… but the more he’s like this, the more I…”

“Yes, yes!”

“Hehe, what is it? You shameless little girl!”

“Senior sister! You… aren’t you just like me!”

Alright, these were some junior sisters just beginning to experience love…

“Be reserved, be reserved,” Eric Dawson told himself inwardly, while flashing them a bright smile and nodding.

The burly man beside him gave a simple, honest grin: “Young Master…”

Already familiar with his habits, Eric Dawson shot him a sideways glance: “What is it now?”

This big man was his personal attendant, a loyal and trusted confidant.

Logically, to avoid exposing the fact that he had transmigrated, he should avoid contact with those close to the body’s original owner.

But this was a double-edged sword. On the other hand, interacting with such people actually helped Eric Dawson blend into this world.

Fortunately, besides the body, Eric Dawson had also inherited the original owner’s memories.

Otherwise, just the language barrier alone would have stumped him.

“Young Master, I’ve looked into that Ethan Clark. Although he’s shown some sudden improvement, he’s still not worth mentioning. Besides, he seems to hold a grudge against you. Do you want me to…”

Without anyone noticing, Eric Dawson quickly rolled his eyes: “Yeah, that’s exactly how it goes.”

The attendant would be the first to provoke and make a move, then get his legs broken. The villain feels humiliated and steps in personally, only to get beaten so badly even his own mother wouldn’t recognize him. Finally, the father steps in, the whole family gets involved, and they all get wiped out…

What a perfect script, right?

“Perfect, my ass!” If he was just a cannon-fodder villain in all this, it really wasn’t something to be happy about.

It seemed he had suddenly gone from a second-generation rich kid who could live carefree without effort, to a disposable background character on the true protagonist’s path to greatness.

The thoughts spinning in Eric Dawson’s mind at this moment were rather absurd.

If he was lucky, he’d just be the destined protagonist’s archrival—the kind of cockroach that never dies, always coming back stronger, but really just a recurring, reusable experience and loot dispenser for the main character.

If he was unlucky, he might not even survive a few chapters before getting killed off.

And generally, for a small boss like him with a background, who could draw out an even more powerful boss like his father, the odds of getting cannon-foddered within a few chapters were even higher…

Don’t even think about striking first, taking out these destined protagonists before they rise up. With the way these plot-armored guys are, that would only hand them a setback-turned-opportunity, a blessing in disguise, making them rise even faster.

The result would be that nothing bad happens to them, and instead, they get stronger at lightning speed, then turn around and come back to slap you in the face.