All Chapters of Background to Main Lead: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

At my wit's end, I brushed him off with a few vague excuses, saying I'd make my own way home, and spent the next few minutes talking my parents out of picking me up.Hanging up the phone, I shook my head and sighed. Honestly, neither of them was capable of staying out of trouble. If they ever found out their precious son was locked in a dark storage room from school bullying, they'd probably blow the entire campus sky-high.Even though I was just a background character, this was a trashy melodrama after all.My grandfather was a legendary mafia don. My dad inherited the family business, and my mom was the number-one assassin on the global hit list, charging a flat rate of a hundred million dollars per contract. The two of them hit it off like soulmates, got together, and had me—their one and only precious child.In the words of my dad, George Simkin, it took ten generations of straight-up criminals in our bloodline just to sprout a single kid who actually liked to read.I still

Everyone stared at the final rankings in shock. My name was still right at the very top—a near-perfect 1590, locked in with zero suspense.Brock’s name, meanwhile, had dropped all the way to 200th place, even worse than his previous 84th.The moment Brock saw his score, his face went pale. He lowered his eyes, pressed his lips into a tight line, and turned to leave with a grim look on his face. No matter how much the girls called after him, he didn't look back once.Kaia stared at her phone, completely stunned. "How is this possible? I clung to you every single day. You didn't have any time to study..."I looked at her with a trace of pity.Over the past month, she had dragged me to cafes to ditch class, but I'd keep an earbud in to stream online lectures. When she dragged me into late-night voice calls to play dual-player games, I worked out calculus problems on scratch paper, mastering the art of multitasking. Even as she sat next to me saying romantic things, my earbuds were ac

Myra's eyes widened, and cold sweat soaked through her shirt.The woman standing before her was Dakota Johnson, a family powerhouse that stood on equal footing with the Clarks.The Johnson Group ran legitimate businesses on the surface, but anyone in the underworld knew their true power lay in the shadows. Their methods were notoriously ruthless and decisive, never leaving room for compromise. For years, the Clarks had done everything possible to avoid a direct conflict with them, maintaining a fragile facade of mutual non-interference. Myra had never imagined that Dakota would show up here in person.Taking a deep breath, she forced down her shock and fear, squeezing out a respectful smile."Dakota! This has to be a misunderstanding. For you to come out here in person, it must be urgent. I happen to have some urgent business to attend to as well."As she spoke, she quietly took a half-step back, planning to slip back into her car.However, the bodyguards behind Dakota didn't b

More and more people disembarked from the helicopters one after another.An elderly woman in a black suit walked down slowly with a cane, followed closely by four personal bodyguards.A middle-aged man with a cigar squeezed between his teeth narrowed his eyes and scanned the crowd, a faint smile lingering at the corners of his mouth.The underground fight club boss loosened his tie, the old scar stretching from his earlobe down to his collarbone looking especially stark in the daylight.As their hawk-like eyes swept over them, Elena and the others subconsciously took a half-step back, their expressions shifting rapidly in shock.What shocked them most was that this entire group immediately gathered around me."My poor nephew suffered today.""It's all our fault for not looking after him properly, letting random nobodies bully him."The four girls looked at each other in absolute despair. Wasn't one Johnson enough? How did this suddenly involve so many top figures across the und

Brock took a sudden step back, a distant expression washing over his face. He glanced at the four pale heiresses, immediately averted his eyes, and raised his voice slightly. "I've never liked any of them! They were the ones forcing themselves to do these things for me. I never asked them to hurt anyone!"Elena jerked her head up, staring at him in utter disbelief. "But... you clearly said you liked each of us before, and you went along with everything we did...""Did I ever say that?" Brock cut her off, putting on an innocent expression. "You must have remembered wrong. I never said a thing. Besides, how could you do something like hurting a classmate? That's terrible."He turned to my parents, his tone sounding deeply sincere. "Sir, Ma'am, they're the ones who did this! I had nothing to do with it. I'm just a scholarship kid trying to get through school."He carefully glanced at the gun in Mom's hand, his throat bobbing slightly. "Um... can I leave now?"All four faces shifted