Top-Tier Strategy [Transmigration]

This is a very conventional, clichéd, and uninspired ABO romance. Please do not take the protagonist’s rants and jokes about ABO too seriously. After reading hundreds of romance novels, Lin Jing went on a furious rant under *Bai Tang Wo Gua*’s serialized work: ["The cliché is always the 'top' pulling the 'bottom' forward—author, are you writing with AI?"] ["The 'top' is always described as having 'chiseled features,' 'broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs,' and 'deep, soulful eyes'—times change, but the author’s taste is still stuck in the Jurassic era!"] ["‘Nuclear-level beauty’? That’s hilarious. Can a man’s good looks stop world wars?"] He even posted multiple thousand-word critical essays—nearly smashing his phone in the process. …And then he transmigrated. He became the protagonist of *Bai Tang Wo Gua*’s dropped ABO novel, complete with a useless "book-transmigration" system that’s only good at spewing nonsense. But the world he transmigrated into turned out to be a far cry from what was advertised—more like a scam. Lin Jing: ["Where’s the badass alpha I was promised? The marshal? The genius? The emperor? Or the undefeated *gong*, Gu Mo Rong?"] Trash System: ["They’re all waiting for you on the capital planet… to be graced by your presence."] Lin Jing: ["Where’s the scene where the alphas stride in with their two-meter-long legs, lined up like the F4?"] Trash System: ["Maybe you critiqued that part, so the author deleted it?"] Lin Jing: ["...And where’s the omega who’s stunning, domineering, and powerful, just waiting to be put in their place by a top-tier alpha?"] Trash System: ["It’s you. It’s you. It’s all you…"] Lin Jing: ["Open your titanium alloy dog eyes—do I *look* like that??"] Instead, he transmigrated to a desolate planet with no human civilization—only swarms of insectoid aliens. But he gladly accepted this post-apocalyptic wasteland where there was no 996, no brainwashing meetings on off-days, and no alphas forcing romance on him. Until— *BOOM!* A thunderous crash from the sky, and down came an alpha—no, wait. Down came a love rival. Lin Jing: ["We’re both omegas—why fight? Let’s hold hands and be good brothers instead! You’ll be the world-conquering, alpha-defying omega legend, and I’ll cheer you on from the sidelines with ice cream and yogurt!"] ...Except something’s off about this "rival"? He keeps worrying about Lin Jing’s delayed presentation, casually bombarding him with pheromones—and hey, why does he seem like he wants to *mark* him??