Chapter 1. The Golden Dream of the Apocalypse Villain

Chapter 1. The Golden Dream of the Apocalypse Villain

At the peak of the Cold Ridge, surrounded by celestial clouds.

Before the cliff, Lin Nuo clutched his injured shoulder, blood dripping down.

“Su Kexin, I should have killed you earlier.”

Blood began to flow from Lin Nuo’s mouth as he gritted his teeth.

After a fierce battle, he, being at the pinnacle of the demon path, was already exhausted.

Before him stood a girl dressed in a light pink and white robe.

Su Kexin, his former junior martial sister.

Her white clothes were stained with blood, and in her lively eyes burned the fury against evil.

“Lin Nuo, you have committed countless atrocities, slaughtering the innocent. Heaven will not tolerate you, your era of evil will end here.”

Su Kexin swung her final sword, piercing Lin Nuo’s chest.

Lin Nuo coughed up blood, his consciousness gradually fading.

His eyelids drooped, plunging into darkness.

It’s over.

……

Morning sunlight streamed through the window, shining directly on the boy’s face.

Outside, the chaotic sounds of weapons clashing reached his ears.

He slowly opened his eyes.

He saw a familiar ceiling.

What is this?

He bent over and found himself in a room that felt eerily reminiscent.

“Injury.”

He reached out to touch his shoulder and chest.

No injuries.

“Strange, could it be a dream?”

Aside from not having a single scratch, he felt no fatigue from the kill.

Clearly, he had been killed by that woman named Su Kexin—was this all just a dream?

But this dream seemed too vivid.

His gaze shifted to the calendar on the desk.

February 13th, Ding Hai year.

“Hmm? Isn’t it the year 218, Ren Chen? Is the calendar wrong?”

He muttered to himself, quickly getting up and walking to a bronze mirror.

He looked at the person in the mirror, his own image, but looking youthful and delicate, without a trace of the years’ hardships.

“No way?”

He scanned the room, spotting a banner with the bold characters “Xuanyun Sect.”

Images began to float in his mind.

Once, he was a disciple of the Xuanyun Sect, and this was his room, with his sword hanging on the wall.

“Could it be?”

He began to piece things together, sitting cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes, and focusing his energy.

The energy was weak; his cultivation was low.

There was not a hint of demon qi flowing within him; he suspected his demon root hadn’t awakened.

“Just as I thought.”

After various experiments and observations of the room, he made a bold assumption.

He, Lin Nuo, an apocalypse-level villain, had been reborn, back to five years ago when he was still a lowly disciple, his cultivation reverted to five years prior.

“Hehe.”

A cold smile crept to his lips, half self-mocking, half celebrating his luck.

Of course, whether everything was exactly as it had been five years ago remained to be seen.

Lin Nuo was a transmigrator, due to some reason jumping into the body of a young Lin Nuo, beginning his life in this world.

He gradually understood this world: a realm of spiritual cultivation where martial prowess reigned supreme, filled with powerful factions, the Demon Sect and celestial sects clashing endlessly, and monsters and demons wreaking havoc on the populace.

Lin Nuo was born into a prestigious family, and at the age of twelve, he was recruited into the renowned Xuanyun Sect, training under a female master.

He thought he had come with the protagonist’s template, extraordinary talent, and unbelievable fortune, rapidly advancing his power within the Xuanyun Sect, slaying monsters and becoming a revered hero.

Fame spread far, surrounded by girls, reaching the pinnacle of his life.

However, reality was: Were you thinking too highly of yourself?

No system, no golden fingers, not even remotely average.

As for harems? Wrong set—he was lucky to not have been castrated.

His talent was at the bottom within Xuanyun Sect; after five years of training, he barely reached the second stage of spiritual cultivation. Those who entered around the same time had at least reached the third stage, with some even at the fifth stage.

Born as a transmigrator, sorry.

Wasn’t this just a case of becoming cannon fodder? How could he be called the protagonist?

Su Kexin was his junior martial sister, having entered a year earlier, already at the third stage of spiritual cultivation, her power surpassing his.

Over the next few years, she would venture out on missions for the sect, gaining fame and becoming invincible within her level, killing enemies two stages above her and earning her master and elders’ respect, even acquiring an ancient divine sword from a ruin.

Now, that was a proper protagonist template!

Lin Nuo thought maybe he was a late bloomer, so he resolved to wait and see, but who knew that a year later, he would be persecuted and expelled from the sect.

Later, he realized he was carrying a villain template! He was hunted down by enemies, forced to jump into a demonic spring, awakening his demon root, completely falling to the dark side.

After becoming a demon, his power surged, blackening in various treacherous plots and schemes, becoming a scourge upon the world.

But villains are still villains; he ended up being killed at the cliff by the protagonist, Su Kexin.

But now, he had been reborn!

And it was back into himself.

Transmigration plus rebirth—it truly was a cow doing somersaults, one incredible turn after another.

Give me a chance, I want to be a good person?

Nonsense!

I still want to be a big bad guy!

Logically, five years ago, Su Kexin hadn’t risen yet; she was still at the bottom of Xuanyun Sect’s hierarchy.

He, Lin Nuo, had a golden dream: to live in a world where a villain could kill the protagonist and turn the tables.

His plan was simple.

Before Su Kexin could rise, kill her, then retreat to quietly develop, wait a year, jump into the demonic spring, awaken his demon root, and soar in strength, then casually wreak havoc on Xuanyun Sect—any trash would die, and this world would be within his grasp.

That would truly be a cow dancing on the electric wire, going all the way spectacularly!

However, he was now filled with the sorrow of “If you don’t put in the effort when young, you’ll regret it when older.”

Estimating his level to be only the second stage of spiritual cultivation, could he fight the protagonist, Su Kexin? Was he asking for a beating? He wasn’t even on par with the protagonist; being one stage lower, wasn’t he just fodder for experience?

Moreover, the scariest thing was that Su Kexin possessed a heaven-defying physique that could explode with blood energy; her power was explosive, a protagonist’s physique that science couldn’t even explain.

The sect forbade private fights; if he killed someone, escaping would be harder than climbing to the heavens.

Outside, the clashing sounds of weapons continued, accompanied by waves of spiritual energy.

Thinking back, every morning in Xuanyun Sect, there were training sessions where disciples practiced their sword and energy techniques.

“Let’s go take a look.”

He changed into a white robe, lightly moved his shoulders, and strapped on his sword.

This body from five years ago was still far inferior compared to his peak as a demon.

As for sword techniques, most of what he knew came from the demon path; he was unsure if this body could handle demonic sword skills.

He opened the door to his room.

Suddenly, a small hand hit his chest.

“Ah!”

Before him stood a petite girl, her long silver hair swaying, with fluffy white fox ears and a tail gently twitching.

A little white fox girl, the maid he brought from the Lin family.

The little girl panicked, causing the steamed buns and porridge she was carrying to fall all over the floor.

“Ah, Young Master, I’m sorry! Ruo’er was just about to knock when Young Master came out; Ruo’er will clean it up, please don’t be angry!”

The flustered little girl quickly knelt down to pick up the fallen breakfast.

“Ugh, is he going to scold Ruo’er again?”

“Just a little girl making a small mistake; does it really need to be scolded so harshly?”

“Such a jerk.”

……

Nearby disciples cast disdainful glances in his direction.

Lin Nuo pondered for a moment, recalling his past.

Yes, five years ago, he was nothing more than a timid person outwardly, a waste who scolded the maid inwardly.

Hehe.

You worthless scraps, the king is back.