Ling Yinghan only found out after his death that he was the villain in a book.
As the protagonist ran him through the heart with a sword, he heard the System's prompt: [Villain Ling Yinghan's role has wrapped. Thank you for your cooperation.]
Ling Yinghan: ...Cooperate with your great-uncle.
He'd only turned a little evil after his family was destroyed, and taken a tiny bit of revenge on society. That made him a villain?
This was clearly The 108 Ways to Be Driven into Becoming a Demon!
Thinking back on all the injustices in his life, Ling Yinghan died full of resentment.
Except he didn't
A thinly dressed young man huddled in a woodshed, living under someone else's roof. His body burned with fever, the corners of his eyes red. He had once been a prodigy of the immortal sects, but now his sect was destroyed and he was left to drift alone. The strange heat coursing through his body left him helpless.
Wen Jingxue: ...I think something's wrong with me.
A lazy, amused chuckle suddenly sounded in his mind. "First time your charm curse has flared up?"
Wen Jingxue shuddered. Who is that?!
The voice drawled, "Don't panic. I've been through this before. Do what I say, and I guarantee you'll feel good."
Wen Jingxue: ??? Who are you, exactly?!
*
When he opened his eyes again, Ling Yinghan had been reborn in the past, not in the ordinary sense, but sharing one body and two souls with his younger self, and sharing his sensations as well.
Unfortunately, he had no control over the body.
Ling Yinghan found it amusing. If it were anyone else, he would probably just possess them outright. But this was his former self...
Wen Jingxue thought some evil spirit had possessed him. After all, he was already so miserable that a little more misery seemed normal. He just hadn't expected that the evil spirit would not only live in his sea of consciousness, but also force him to endure its mental pollution every few days:
"Move your hand lower."
"A little to the left. Further. Tsk, you're so clumsy."
Wen Jingxue's ears burned red. He huffed, "...Shut up!"
The voice chuckled. "I can't. When you feel good, I feel good."
Wen Jingxue: "...You old pervert."
The old pervert was pleased.
Somehow, these ridiculous, exasperating days went on, one after another.
Until Ling Yinghan helped him avenge his sect, overcome his inner demons, and rebuild his immortal bones. Wen Jingxue's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. In only a few decades, he became famous across the Three Realms for his "Pure World Spirit Eyes," which could discern the secrets of the Heavenly Dao and distinguish truth from falsehood. He was revered as the Immortal Lord Jingxue.
Though he never sought to claim the title of greatest, both the immortal and demon paths respected him for his ability to see through causes and consequences and pierce illusions at a glance.
Upon the high platform, Wen Jingxue stood in robes white as snow, cool and transcendent.
Below, the young cultivator who should have been favored by the Heavenly Dao was covered in dust and looked utterly disheveled. His eyes remained fixed on the person above. He straightened his torn lapels as best he could and stepped forward. "Immortal Lord Jingxue... your bearing is even more impressive than before. To be honest, I've admired you ever since we first met. I think of you day and night, and I can no longer..."
Before he could finish, a surge of force sent him flying back.
A figure took shape behind Wen Jingxue. The supreme master of the demonic path, who ruled the Nine Hells and struck fear into the Three Realms, pulled Wen Jingxue to his side. Then he lazily curled his lip at the supposed "protagonist" from the book, whose face had suddenly changed. "Long time no see. Looking for my wife?"
Ling Yinghan made a wiping gesture across his throat. "Wash your neck and wait your turn. You'll get a number for when it's time to die."
#The line of people chasing my wife reaches all the way to the Nine Hells, and I don't even have a title yet. What makes you think you get a turn?#
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