Quick Transmigration: Host Dada, This system can't keep up!

The scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the stark white room, a familiar scent from a life he’d thought long past. Bai Wei blinked, his vision clearing to reveal the pristine ceiling, a stark contrast to the blurry chaos that had preceded his awakening.

A sharp pain shot through his side as he attempted to sit up, reminding him of the laser beam and his abrupt transmigration. Bandages swaddled his chest, a testament to the system's questionable decision-making.

“You crazy system! Are you insane?!” he yelled, his voice echoing in the quiet room, a mix of genuine outrage and forced dramatics for the benefit of his unseen guide. The system, in turn, offered a pitiful, almost comically apologetic response, followed by the notification of a 'Newbie Package'—a transparent bribe for his near-fatal entry.

Just as he activated the 'pain shield', a tall figure filled the doorway. Jiang Long. The Crown Prince. His supposed target. The man’s deep eyes, sculpted features, and aura of aloofness were exactly as the system had described. A rapid-fire download of memories followed, plunging Bai Wei into the tragic backstory of the original host and the 'cannon fodder' role he now inhabited.

This was a Mary Sue campus novel, and he was the obsessive villain. The target, Jiang Long, already hated him. The absurdity of it all almost made him laugh. Almost.

Then, a plan formed. A desperate, audacious plan that would either secure his future or condemn him to an even worse fate.