In the spacious Abandoned Hospital, a corpse with a serene expression lay stiffly on the ground.
Su Mobai’s ethereal form floated in the air, gazing at his own corpse.
As an adventure streamer famous for his timidity, he never imagined that one day he would actually be scared to death.
Afraid of death, pain, poverty, and ghosts—being scared to death seemed quite reasonable for someone like him. Tomorrow, he would probably become famous online.
【Host, have you made up your mind?】
A mechanical voice rang in Su Mobai’s mind. It was probably heaven’s compensation for him—after death, he had encountered the rumored System.
“You’re saying that as long as I lead those Villains astray, you can resurrect me?”
【Exactly. As long as the Host can lead those naturally kind-hearted Villains down the wrong path and turn them into true Villains, then righteously slay them, you will gain a new life.】
Villains were characters that frequently appeared in novels, serving as the Protagonist’s opponents, whetstones, treasure donors, and more—versatile in every way.
Arrogant, domineering, and utterly wicked were their signature descriptors.
Yet this System wanted him to corrupt originally kind-hearted Villains, mold them into arrogant, domineering, wicked fiends, and then help the Protagonist eliminate them.
As soon as a Villain died, he could return to life and continue his affluent life as a streamer.
If he hadn’t confirmed it himself, he would have thought these Villains had some deep grudge against the System.
“What if a Villain turns wicked and just kills me outright?”
As the Protagonist’s opponents, Villains naturally had strength matching the Protagonist’s.
The Protagonist had a halo, but he didn’t. If he transmigrated to that world only to die again, he would have no tears left to cry.
【Don’t worry, Host. You will become a very important figure in the Villain’s life. She won’t kill you.】
【If the Host is unwilling, you can give up. I won’t force you, but your soul will soon dissipate.】
“I’ll do it. I never said I wouldn’t.”
The thought of his unspent savings and the terror of death left him with no choice.
That powerless, suffocating fear—like being unable to swing a punch in a dream—he never wanted to experience it again.
【Host has accepted the mission. Mission commencing.】
Basic information about this mission appeared before Su Mobai’s eyes.
The Villain he had to corrupt was named Chen Qing, a rare low-born Villain with exceptional talent. It was originally a shuangwen(feel-good) script.
But after encountering the Imperial Princess Protagonist, she suffered constant setbacks, was abandoned by everyone, fell into qi deviation, and blackened.
Later, the Protagonist crippled her meridians, turning her into a beggar scraping by in the streets.
Good grief, she had it that tragic? And the System still wanted him to corrupt her? System’s conscience -1.
The role he was playing was Su Mu, the Villain’s teacher. She didn’t have much screen time, but her status in the Villain’s heart was unparalleled.
Even when the Villain ended up as a beggar, she wasn’t implicated.
After reading the introduction, Su Mobai felt a bit depressed. This Villain was just too pitiful.
But fate and protagonist fortune were mystical elements in novels—something he couldn’t change. Besides, he could barely save himself.
He could only be a bit nicer to her while carrying out the mission.
【Host mission confirmed. Teleportation commencing.】
As the System’s mechanical voice fell, Su Mobai felt a flash before his eyes. The scene changed to an ancient-style room.
She now lay on a cold stone bed, a pair of slender, jade-like legs dangling over the edge.
She looked at her small feet, then at her raised hands.
Her name was now Su Mu.
Su Mu felt something was off. Though she had always been fair-skinned and quite delicate-looking since childhood, her wrists had never been this white and slender.
They looked just like a girl’s.
As she puzzled over it, the wooden door was smashed open by someone covered in blood.
“Sh-Shizun, run! Chen Qing has betrayed the Sect and gone mad—hurry!”
Before the words finished, a bloodstained sword pierced his heart, snuffing out his life.
The sudden change caused Su Mu’s mind to blank out.
In reality, though she had explored countless haunted houses for money as an adventure streamer,
she was famous for her cowardice.
A real-life murder scene was too shocking for someone raised in a society governed by law.
Especially for a scaredy-cat like her.
A red-eyed woman stepped into the room over the Disciple’s corpse, warm blood still dripping from her sword.
The woman looked at the dumbfounded Su Mu and curled her lips in a faint smile, her eyes gleaming with the pleasure of imminent vengeance.
“Shizun, your Disciple has returned to fulfill her filial duties.”
The woman’s features were stunningly beautiful, with two strands of black hair hanging down. A seductive beauty mark paired with her crimson eyes gave her an otherworldly allure.
Clad in simple black robes that accentuated her balanced figure, she appeared tall and poised.
But the blood on her Silver Sword betrayed her danger.
Su Mu had no mind to admire her beauty now. The Silver Sword in her hand and the murderous glint in her eyes had already sentenced her to death.
She frantically questioned the System in her heart, but it was silent as the grave.
The murderous woman advanced slowly, sword dripping blood.
In panic, Su Mu glanced around—only pillows and bedding nearby.
Using those to fight back would probably get her killed faster.
Seeing Su Mu desperately begging for mercy, a cold flash crossed Chen Qing’s eyes.
She actually thought such perfunctory pleading would make her let her go?
If money could buy lives, she would bankrupt herself to tear those villains limb from limb—including this “wonderful” Shizun begging like mad before her.
But seeing Su Mobai’s pathetic, desperate pleas brought Chen Qing a surge of satisfaction.
Who knew her aloof, indifferent Shizun would one day beg her like this?
However, Su Mobai’s behavior made her change her mind. Killing her outright would be letting her off too easy.
In the previous life, didn’t you crave a reputation for righteousness? In this life, I’ll ruin you.
I’ll tarnish your name, make the world spit on you, turn you into a street mutt.
Seeing Chen Qing pause, Su Mu breathed a sigh of relief.
There was room for negotiation after all. As long as they could talk, it was fine.
Su Mu cautiously lifted her head to peek at Chen Qing, then quickly ducked back down upon seeing the blood on her face.
To get robbed by such a ruthless person right after transmigrating—she was too unlucky.
Meanwhile, Chen Qing eyed Su Mobai’s slender, enticing figure and devised her first act of revenge.
Chen Qing used her bloodied sword to lift Su Mu’s chin.
A face blending cold detachment with timid fear appeared in Chen Qing’s view.
Su Mobai’s skin was smooth and delicate, her lashes slightly upturned, her eyes like clear springs melting ice, her brows and eyes carrying a rejecting chill.
The pure white silk gauze draped over her body, with a hint of her fair collarbone peeking from the neckline, adding a contrasting allure to her iciness.
Her soft, dainty feet exposed in the duck sitting position stirred wicked thoughts.
Warm, sticky liquid trailed from the sword across Su Mu’s face. The thick metallic tang of blood terrified her to the extreme, her legs going weak.
“Take off your clothes.”
“Huh?”
Chen Qing’s abrupt demand caught Su Mu off guard, but seeing the killing intent in her eyes, she hurriedly moved to untie the silk band around her waist.
Out of fear, Su Mu’s hands fumbled, unable to undo it after half a day.
Chen Qing didn’t buy that her Shizun—who had personally killed her—would tremble from fear. She was just stalling.
Fine, no more waiting.
Chen Qing sheathed her sword in the floorboards, grabbed Su Mu’s hands, and pinned her directly to the bed.
With Chen Qing’s help, the silk band came undone swiftly.
Drawing the band from Su Mu’s soft waist, Chen Qing revealed a playful smile.
“Shizun, since you value your reputation so much, if word got out that you were pinned down and toyed with by your own Disciple, you’d become the laughingstock of the world.”
With that, Chen Qing bound Su Mu’s hands together with the silk band and tied them to the bedpost.
