An Elite Villain's Training Plan

Song Wanxing had never been this speechless in his life. The last time he'd been this speechless was right now.

He had been playing an emperor-raising game at home, having a good old rant about the game's developers.

Then his vision blurred, and his cluttered "pigsty" of a home turned into a dragon bed behind curtains of pearls and jade.

A young man with blood all over his face was kneeling beside the bed, his hands bound behind his back and his body covered in serious injuries.

And it seemed that "he" had caused all of them.

Yikes.

Question: What should you do the first time you transmigrate? Asking online, kind of urgent!

Luckily, the System arrived just in time. Before he could lose his composure, it loaded the background information.

Great. This was some power fantasy story, and the protagonist was the one kneeling before him.

Hmm...

He had transmigrated as a volatile tyrant, the second-ranked villain, a scourge to the nation who oppressed the people and committed every crime imaginable, killing for fun whenever he was bored.

Song Wanxing shuddered. As for the protagonist in front of him, he was the only son of the Xie family, a distinguished military clan. Now, he was the only one left.

What, you ask, happened to the rest of the Xie family?

Answer: They were cooked alive!

The dog emperor himself gave the order, slapping them with some made-up charges. The women were forced into prostitution for government officials, while the men were either dismembered or boiled alive.

He was Zhou, the tyrant of legend, reincarnated. It was an outrage against heaven and reason. Even Song Wanxing was afraid just reading about it.

Of course, the protagonist wasn't a pushover. He humbled himself before the tyrant, endured humiliation, and struggled to stay alive until one day he led a rebellion.

Then the tyrant was torn apart by five horses!

Song Wanxing: "… I just complained about the developers a couple of times. Was that really necessary?"

System: Boss, your mission is to be a good person and survive until the ending. That counts as a successful strategy!

Song Wanxing: I haven't been a person in years.

System: ...You'll be torn apart by five horses...

Song Wanxing: Sounds awesome!

System: ?

He'd played the game diligently for that lousy reward, only to get stabbed in the back by the developers. Now he had transmigrated for no reason at all, and the System expected him to obediently follow its orders? Not a chance.

I insist on dying, and I'll die spectacularly as the final boss.

The tyrant of Jin had a face that could beguile all under heaven. With every glance, he seemed to possess the beauty of a nation, bewitching as a demon.

The tyrant sat up in bed, his slender, pale fingertips parting the red jade curtains. He lowered his eyes and parted his red lips. "Look up."

Xie Jixuan had lost all hope. His entire family had died at the hands of the dog emperor. Grief and fury consuming him, he looked up at the cruel ruler of legend.

He saw a pair of eyes shimmering with light, phoenix eyes like mirrors reflecting his own disheveled appearance, rage, and despair.

The beautiful ruler, high above him, wore clothes that barely covered him. One pale, jade-white foot rested on Xie Jixuan's chest, pressing down with casual force.

Song Wanxing leaned over. His dark hair slipped down, brushing the tip of Xie Jixuan's ear and making it itch.

He lowered his head, his breath sweet as orchids, and said with contempt, "You think someone like you can kill me?"

The ruler of Jin changed his ways. He no longer thirsted for blood or slaughter, worked from early morning until late afternoon, and kept a modest, low-profile lifestyle.

Aside from his love of beauty, his vegetable garden in the palace, and bullying the last surviving member of the Xie family, he had no other flaws.

Whenever Xie Jixuan wanted to go east, Song Wanxing made him go west.

The dog emperor greeted everyone with a smile. Only when he saw Xie Jixuan did he put on a cold, dismissive face.

No one knew that Song Wanxing was always waiting for Xie Jixuan to reach his breaking point and raise an army in rebellion. He had even picked out the man's allies for him:

A cabinet scholar who couldn't stand seeing him live a debauched life and would curse him as shameless after he brought three beauties into the palace.

A surviving member of the Xie family who held a grudge over the family's past.

A newly appointed top martial arts graduate, skilled in combat and burdened by a blood feud.

And 300,000 elite soldiers on the frontier, fighting the Tartars. Three days earlier, Song Wanxing had already ordered that Xie Jixuan be sent to the western frontier.

At last, Song Wanxing waited for Xie Jixuan to barge into his private chambers.

He had fought bloody battles on the western frontier, sending victory report after victory report back to court.

Song Wanxing thought the time had come.

When Xie Jixuan barged in, Song Wanxing was drinking with beauties, surrounded by fragrant clothes and jeweled hair, enjoying himself as he always had.

"Your Majesty." Xie Jixuan was filled with murderous fury. Gone was the miserable young man from before. Now he was imposing and dignified.

Song Wanxing nodded. "Are you here to kill me?"

Xie Jixuan drew his sword. Song Wanxing watched as he sent the scantily clad beauties away, then knelt reverently before him.

"Your subject is here to ask for your hand in marriage."

1. A dark-hearted man pretending to be cheerful x a beautiful, unhinged man

2. The story will probably still focus more on the romance. This isn't serious political intrigue (you could say there isn't any).

3. Content warning: unhinged forced love, twisted values, and a pursuit-after-the-breakup arc. Readers with strong moral principles may want to avoid this.

Theme: Cherish every day.