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The Villain Lives, I Die
墨書 Inktalez
I sat on the cold floor of Yama's Hall, watching the King of Hell above me, who seemed to have a bit of a headache.
"You said I was wrongfully caught up in this and that you would give me a chance to live again, right?" I decided to reason with him.
The King of Hell rubbed his temples and replied, "Yes."
"What do you mean by that now?" I placed my hands on my hips. "I just left here, and now I've been sent back. Was that intentional?"
I had been living well in the Twenty-First Century when suddenly, the plane exploded.
Yes, that's right.
The plane exploded.
Five hundred people died alongside me, all innocent victims.
We caused quite a ruckus in Yama's Hall for three days and nights.
Finally, the King of Hell, looking exasperated, told us that there were no remains left in the Twenty-First Century and that resurrection was impossible. However, he could offer us two choices.
One was to send us into Reincarnation, where we would receive appropriate compensation for our next lives.
The other was to send us to another world to live again.
The older folks chose the first option, eager to rush into a better next life.
But I had just turned twenty and was still at the prime of my youth; I couldn't waste this life away.
So I resolutely chose to live again.
Who would have thought that as soon as I stepped out of Yama's Hall, I would be sent right back?
The King of Hell probably never expected this.
"The young lady speaks too modestly," Ox-Head quickly stepped forward with a forced smile. "Our King of Hell has put in quite a bit of effort for your sake."
"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow at Ox-Head. "Effort to let me live and then die again?"
Ox-Head fell silent.
I turned to the King of Hell. If it weren't for his somewhat handsome features, I would have already cursed him out.
At that moment, I could only grit my teeth and ask, "You said you specifically chose a sweet story for me. What exactly is sweet about it?"
"The original plot was that the villain dies, and everyone lives happily ever after..." Horse-Face scratched his head.
I couldn't help but laugh in anger. "Right now, the villain is still alive, and I'm dead!"
I was genuinely furious.
In order to resolve this matter quickly, the King of Hell somewhat reluctantly asked what I wanted.
Having achieved my goal, I was about to happily discuss my long-held ideas with the King of Hell when suddenly everything began to spin around me.
What’s happening?
Can ghosts get dizzy too?
As that thought crossed my mind, I closed my eyes and lost consciousness.
"Who are you? Why did you save me?" A voice suddenly rang in my ear.
Who is speaking?
As my consciousness gradually returned, I found that I couldn't open my eyes.
A chilling sensation seeped into my body from all around, and I felt an unprecedented cold.
But I still couldn't open my eyes.
I didn't know where I was, nor did I recognize the person speaking beside me.
After a moment of silence, footsteps suddenly echoed.
It was that pleasant voice again: "Is this method you mentioned truly effective?"
"Your Majesty, this is something I read in ancient texts. Although it has never been implemented, it should have some usefulness," another voice replied, sounding somewhat anxious.
Next came the sound of fabric rustling, and the pleasant voice deliberately lowered its tone: "What I want is not just 'should be.'"
"Your Majesty, spare me!"
"Spare you? I'll give you ten days. If she doesn't wake up by then, you'll go accompany her."
What…
What a domineering statement!
I suddenly realized that this voice sounded somewhat similar to the villain I heard before I died.
Could it be that I've come back to life?
For a long time, my body fluctuated between warmth and cold, sometimes feeling comfortable and other times uncomfortable.
I could hear the sounds from the outside world, but I couldn't open my eyes or move.
I lost track of how many days had passed.
Suddenly, the person who had been pleading for me to wake up knelt beside me with a thud.
"Please, miss, have mercy on me. I have an eighty-year-old Old Mother above me and a newborn puppy below. I truly cannot do without you," he cried, his voice filled with sorrow and desperation.
Those who didn't know might have thought I was already gone.
It seemed his ten-day deadline had come to an end.
Once he finished crying with tears and snot, a steady sound of footsteps approached from afar.
"It seems the ancient texts you mentioned are useless," a pleasant voice said coldly. "And so are you."
Even without opening my eyes, I could guess how terrified the person who had been "mourning" for me must be.
After all, even I felt a bit cold.
"Your Majesty, spare me! Your Majesty, spare me!" he shouted through his tears. "I may not have achievements, but I have put in hard work!"
"You know, I only recognize achievements, not hard work." The pleasant voice suddenly laughed, but the surroundings seemed to grow even colder. "Look at her; does she recognize your hard work?"
This person was too domineering.
No wonder he was a villain.
Immediately, it sounded like a sword being drawn from its sheath.
"Your Majesty..." The man's voice trembled uncontrollably.
The thought that this person was about to die because of me made me desperate, and I struggled with all my might.
"I acknowledge!" I shouted forcefully.
To my surprise, I actually managed to break free.
I had exerted so much effort that I sat up abruptly. As I slowly opened my eyes, I realized I was lying in an Ice Coffin.
No wonder it was freezing cold.
Standing beside me was a man clad in a Dark Robe, draped with a black fur-collared cloak. His stern face looked as if it had been meticulously carved by a Creator.
He was truly striking.
His right hand gripped a sword, which rested against the neck of the man kneeling on the ground.
That was close.
I exhaled lightly and whispered, "I acknowledge his hard work."
After a moment, feeling it was insufficient, I added, "I acknowledge his contributions as well."
After all, I had truly awakened.
The antagonist retracted his sword and frowned at me.
The man on the ground slowly stood up, frowning as he looked at me.
Is there something wrong with me?
Indeed, there is something wrong.
Drops of blood from the corner of my mouth fell onto the pristine Ice Coffin, a shocking sight.
"Ah! Blood!" I exclaimed before fainting again.
Very well.
I woke up, but not fully.
When I regained consciousness, I was no longer in the Ice Coffin but in an enormous room.
From the opulence of the decor, it could rival the queen's chamber in those palace drama series.
"My lady, you are finally awake," a young maid approached me eagerly.
Before I could say anything, she happily turned and walked out. "I will go inform Your Majesty."
Was she happy that I woke up or happy to inform Your Majesty?
The antagonist was soon summoned.
He approached my bedside, looking down at me as he asked, "Why did you save me? What is your purpose?"
I blinked, wondering how to explain this.
"If you do not clarify your intentions, I will kill you right now."
"Well, well."
After going through so much trouble to save me, he asks me why I saved him?
Is this person out of his mind?
Are all the villains in the world psychologically troubled?
He might as well not have saved me; maybe I would have already negotiated compensation terms with the King of Hell!
Seeing that I hadn’t responded for a long time, he sat down by the bed and pinched my chin. "It seems you really don’t want to live."
But I do want to live.
His grip on my chin was painful, and it made me shed a couple of tears.
"I... I have admired Your Majesty for a long time..." I weakly uttered those words.
I almost wanted to vomit.
The villain was taken aback, and his grip on my chin loosened a bit.
I seized the opportunity to wrap my arms around his, throwing him a flirtatious glance. "Really, Your Majesty is my dream lover."
"In this life, if I can die for Your Majesty, I would have no regrets."
I spoke nonsense with my eyes wide open.
The villain's eyes twitched slightly as he looked down at me. "Oh? Then it seems I've ruined your good fortune."
From another perspective, he indeed ruined the good deal I had with the King of Hell.
But it's useless to say these things now.
What I can do now is to live well.
After all, if I were to die because of my own actions, the King of Hell would definitely refuse to take responsibility.
"No, no, being saved by Your Majesty is truly a blessing I could never earn in several lifetimes," I replied obsequiously.
The villain believed my words without a doubt and let me go.
It wasn't that he was narcissistic; nearly every female in this palace admired him.
"Only you have the biggest courage," said the maid attending to me, named Cai'er. She brought me a bowl of medicine. "Your Majesty dislikes hearing anyone express their admiration for him."
So, didn't that mean I had just walked through the gates of hell again?
That was close.
This is a sweet story because before the King of Hell sent me here for the first time, he mentioned that my future days would be filled with happiness, so I hadn't really paid much attention to the plot.
The only thing I knew was that the world was divided into three parts, and the villain named Xiao Zhang was the king of the Yue Kingdom. He was as arrogant as his name suggested, ruthless and constantly committing evil deeds, making him a target for everyone.
When I first arrived, it was during an encirclement by the other two countries, Wu Kingdom and Qin kingdom, against him.
Now it seemed that I had saved a disaster.
Understanding this made it hard for me to eat or sleep; I felt like the greatest villain in the world.
Especially after hearing Cai'er say that all the maids who had expressed admiration for Xiao Zhang would disappear afterward, I truly felt like an irredeemable sinner.
"Do you still like him?" I asked, staring in shock at Cai'er.
Cai'er smiled shyly and said, "If I could spend a night with Your Majesty, my life would be worth it."
Such a pure romantic mindset!
I shook my head, thinking she was beyond saving.
But I had to save myself.
Even if I were to die young, I couldn't leave a bad reputation behind!
So I pondered for three days and nights, ultimately deciding to lock Xiao Zhang away myself.
If I could prevent him from harming others again, that would be a great deed.
With this thought in mind, I began to seriously consider how a frail girl like me could possibly lock up such a formidable villain, and where I could keep him.
"What? A drugged hand?" Cai'er and another palace maid named Yun'er were chatting outside the hall, their voices loud enough for me to hear while I was trying to rest inside.
"Isn't that right? No one has ever seen what this Flower Thief looks like; it's quite troublesome."
They were talking about the recent uproar regarding the Flower Thief in the streets.
I turned over and continued to think.
Wait a minute.
A drug?
What a great idea!
I learned from Cai'er that Xiao Zhang usually doesn't eat after noon, but tomorrow is the annual palace banquet.
Xiao Zhang will eat a little at the banquet.
What a stroke of luck!
"Can I go to the palace banquet tomorrow?" I need to find a way to slip the medicine into Xiao Zhang's food.
Cai'er looked a bit troubled. "You should ask Your Majesty."
How could I dare to ask him!
Ever since this thought crossed my mind, I instinctively avoided Xiao Zhang whenever I saw him on the road, afraid I would tremble like a leaf.
"Not hiding today?" Xiao Zhang asked coldly when he saw me stop in front of him.
...
So all those days of hiding were for nothing.
I gritted my teeth and gathered my courage to step forward. "Your Majesty, may I attend the palace banquet tomorrow?"
"I have been orphaned since childhood, wandering around without a home, and have never seen such grand occasions. I heard that tomorrow is the annual palace banquet, and it must be quite a spectacle..." I spoke with tears in my eyes, trying to make my background sound pitiful.
Xiao Zhang looked at me, frowning slightly.
I stole a glance at him and felt as if my head might fall off when I saw his furrowed brow.
Fortunately, he then said, "It's just a palace banquet; go if you want. Why are you crying?"
"Are you really that easy to talk to?"
My mind raced as I quickly seized the opportunity, "Could I sit beside Your Majesty?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt the air around me freeze.
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.
Good.
I would eventually die because of this insatiable mouth of mine.
"You certainly have some nerve," Xiao Zhang chuckled, sounding somewhat like a cold laugh.
I was so frightened that I knelt down, "I simply admire Your Majesty. If I could sit beside you, my life would have no regrets..."
I spoke with such fervor.
Meng Nu didn't express such devotion even when crying over the Great Wall.
Xiao Zhang froze for a moment before sweeping away with a flick of his sleeve.
"Go ahead and sit. But if you cry again, I'll have someone sew your mouth shut," he said, his tone tinged with impatience.
I broke into a cold sweat.
I truly hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.
Once I returned to my own chamber, I hurriedly called for Cai'er and asked, "Do you know of any medicine that helps with sleep?"
If only I could find out how to make sleeping pills.
Cai'er was taken aback.
I pretended to rub my temples and said, "I haven't been sleeping well these past couple of days."
"It would be best if I took some medicine while having dinner tonight; I should be able to fall asleep in a couple of hours," I winked at her.
She winked back.
After a few blinks, it seemed like she suddenly understood.
With an expression that suggested she got it, she smiled meaningfully at me and said, "Don't worry, miss. I'll go find some for you right away."
What a good girl she was.
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