The Villain Says My Secret Identity Is Seriously Flawed [Wuxia Crossover]

* You died. The good news: You were reincarnated. The bad news: You got hit in the head by a secret identity System and recovered your memories from your past life. Q: Who are you? A: A poor sap. Your reincarnated character card: Both parents dead, sold into servitude, fifteen years old, frail and sickly. Your master is a refined green tea type in public, but a sinister male ghost in private who loves gouging out people’s eyes. You open your eyes and get to work, close them and fall asleep. Up earlier than a chicken, to bed later than a pig, eat less than a dog, and work harder than an ox. On top of that, you have to play the fool to keep your male ghost master happy. Tell me, is that unlucky or what? Once Yan Jin’s memories of his past and present lives had finished loading, he was hit with a wealth of information from his twenty-nine years in his previous life. He opened his eyes, only to find himself once more a wage slave, working overtime until he went bald and staying up so late he was exhausted. He would rather die all over again. This miserable life was worse than going back to being a wage slave. Secret Identity System: If you want to live well, connections are essential! Keep your morals intact, don’t use the back door, and become a big shot on your own! Yan Jin: You’re pretty virtuous, aren’t you? * The martial world is just a swimming pool, and every year it has its champion swimmers. This year, there are three. The mad swordsman is naturally gifted. He has spent twelve years searching for his younger brother, and his martial arts practice went so disastrously wrong that his mental state is a cause for serious concern. He calls everyone he meets “little brother,” so the whole world is full of his brothers. The taciturn escort is skilled with a long whip. If he can solve something with his fists, he won’t waste words. He loves money, but earns it honestly. He excels at stealth but is terrible at communication. He’s always showing up in strange places to drum up business, taking on any number of jobs: auxiliary constable, temporary guest, short-term subordinate. Wherever there’s money to be made, you’ll find him. The youth in blue is mercurial and skilled in calligraphy and painting. With his brush, he records every story in the martial world, and can also kill without a trace. He founded a martial-world newspaper, and wherever people live, there’s a copy of the Martial World Daily. Everyone featured in it loves or hates him. * ● “Little brother. ... Little brother.” The young man, who had been raving mad moments before, dropped the knife in his hand. He reached out and gripped his opponent’s wrist. Blood stained his cheek, and his eyes were like a lake beneath the stars. “I finally found you. Little brother... Let’s never be apart again, all right?” ● “Hello.” A blurred figure in the pitch-black shadows spoke with some difficulty. His eyes stayed fixed on him. “I’m not a bad person. I’m just an escort passing through. I really am an escort. You seem to be short on help. Would you like me to lend a hand? ... You don’t? ... Hiring me is a good deal... Are you really sure?” ● “The Father of Lord Ximen: A Man of Deep Devotion and No Regrets. The interviewee wishes to conceal their real name and identity, so don’t ask me, even if you’re curious. ... Don’t like that one? Then how about Forbidden Love: A Desert Beauty, a Bone-White Blade, a Heart-Piercing Arrow That Lasts a Thousand Years at First Sight? I went to so much trouble running between both sides, and even gave them a happy ending. If you agree to an interview with me, I can give you a gift too.” The newspaper’s founder widened his eyes in confusion. “You don’t like that either? Then how about something like The Fatal Allure of the Master of a Thousand Faces?” * These three are deranged in all kinds of ways, and are a constant source of trouble. Very few people can get along normally with all three of them at once. Except one. “I can understand how you keep your older brother in check, but how do the other two listen to you?” “Haha, of course it’s because I’m even more deranged than they are.” Yan Jin answered with a smile. ■ Reader’s Guide * Golden finger, lighthearted. * A ridiculously, spectacularly, outrageously fictional setting. Please don’t nitpick the details. Theme: I guard my heart, and keep my own clarity.