All the Big Shots I Played Were the Same Person

As the Immortal Venerable of Ying Mountain, the recipient incurred the wrath of a demon cultivator as a youth while saving a child. He was captured and branded with a curse on his soul in the demon realm. From then on, he was frail and sickly, his youthful spirit gone, reduced to a pretty ornament nobody cared about.

System: Ying Mountain has been snowed under for three days. In the original story, Host died quietly in the depths of winter just like this.

System: Would Host like to take on a "Defy Fate" mission package? All you need to do is be a heartless jerk to three powerful men, and you can escape your original fate!

"...Yes."

The recipient takes one last look at the sect where no one remembers him, then quietly leaves to fight for a chance to survive.

But why are all the mission targets he's been assigned so remarkably defiant of convention?

The first mission target is his cold and unfeeling disciple.

The first time the recipient sees him, the youth has betrayed his fellow sect members. His eyes are pitch-black as he asks the recipient with undisguised contempt, "If a man won't do what's best for himself, how can he ever achieve immortality?"

The recipient's long lashes flutter. He reaches around the youth and takes hold of the hands gripping the sword.

Their bodies press together, their cheeks and temples nearly touching. The recipient's breath is sweet as he says, "Your swordsmanship is full of flaws. That's why you resort to betrayal to pursue immortality. Let your master teach you, hand in hand."

The youth is stunned into silence.

A year later, his obedient disciple has become a pillar of the immortal sect, yet still patiently serves at the recipient's side. The recipient completes his mission and happily fakes his death.

He leaves in such a hurry that he doesn't see the frosty, aloof youth clinging desperately to his corpse, tearing off the mask of innocence he'd worn just to make the recipient happy.

His eyes bloodshot, the youth tries every blood-soaked forbidden art that could trade his own life for another's, but none can bring his beloved master back to his side.

Next is a tyrannical city lord.

The recipient disguises himself as an ordinary disciple and slips into the city. After stealing a few glances at the man in the crowd, he nearly ends up as flower fertilizer, the city lord's mocking smile on his face.

The recipient escapes with his life and quietly withdraws, covering his face.

That night, the dignified city lord is tied up in his own bed by a stranger, a powerful whip leaving red welts across his body.

The handsome city lord's face flushes with anger. He's about to punish the stranger on the spot when he hears a soft laugh.

"So the esteemed city lord has such a peculiar taste."

The recipient leans down, his warm breath burning against the man's ear. "Fortunately, I can satisfy it."

The city lord grits his teeth and endures it, swearing to find the audacious scoundrel who dared humiliate him.

Two years later, the recipient fakes his death as planned. The man, now intimately familiar with his body, gathers his corpse into his arms. When the grief fades from his eyes, anger at being deceived takes its place.

"You won't fool me with a trick you've already used once, Master."

When the recipient wakes again, shackles are fastened around his slender ankles.

In the distance, the man he just abandoned approaches, his face cold.

Only then does the recipient realize that all the powerful men he'd been treating like dirt were so alike because they were all the same person!

Having been deceived again and again, the Demon Venerable must be itching to tear his flesh apart and devour it.

Thinking of the fate that awaits him if he's exposed, being torn to pieces, the recipient decides that staying alive matters more.

The Demon Venerable approaches, seething with rage. A pair of slender, trembling arms gently come to rest on his shoulders.

"I was wrong." The eyes of the man who had repeatedly toyed with him turn red, and a single tear rolls down his cheek. "How could I have betrayed you? I didn't know it was you..."

He is breathtakingly beautiful.

The fire in the Demon Venerable's eyes suddenly stills for a moment, then burns even hotter.

Theme: A resilient soul is the foundation for facing life with a smile. A mature outlook is forged through a wealth of experience.