"What? I've transmigrated into a disposable villain?"
Inside a lavishly decorated room, Chu Yi stood before a mirror, his expression shifting like stormy skies. The torrent of unfamiliar memories flooding his mind quickly made his situation clear.
He had become a villain—an insignificant character doomed to die within ten chapters of a novel. A pitiful stepping stone, destined to offer wealth and humiliation to the protagonist.
After a long silence, Chu Yi finally came to himself. His expression calmed from turmoil to icy serenity. He moved to a nearby chair, sat down, and rubbed his temples slowly with his fingers.
"According to the original host's memories, the protagonist, Ye Fan, is currently just a dropout working at an electronics factory."
"That means… I might still have a chance to change my fate."
A strange glint flickered in Chu Yi's eyes at the thought.
At that moment, a voice echoed in his mind.
"Ding. Congratulations, Host. The Supreme Villain System is now online."
"A system?"
Of course. What kind of transmigration into a villain would be complete without a cheat-like system?
Steeling himself, Chu Yi addressed the mysterious voice in his mind. "Very well. Since you're the Supreme Villain System, what powers do you offer?"
"Ding. Access denied. Host has not yet activated the system. Please complete the initial task."
"Huh?"
The unexpected reply caught him off guard. Still, he complied and opened the system panel with his mind.
"Ding."
A translucent panel appeared before him, its contents barely legible.
Supreme Villain System Status: Inactive
Activation Task: Join the antagonist faction opposed to the Child of Destiny
Task Reward: Ten million yuan, system activation
Chu Yi quickly grasped the situation. The story hadn't begun in earnest yet. He had not officially opposed the protagonist and could still be considered a neutral party.
If he chose to lie low, perhaps he could escape Ye Fan's wrath. Perhaps he could even continue his carefree life as a wealthy heir.
But was that the kind of man he was?
No. Absolutely not.
He would not stand by and watch Ye Fan claim beauty and glory while he faded into oblivion. If there was even a shred of dignity left in him, he had to fight.
A glimmer of ambition ignited in Chu Yi's gaze.
Magic City.
Beyond the Fourth Ring Road.
In front of a dilapidated housing complex under demolition.
A sleek Audi A8L, worth millions, slowly pulled up. Its black-and-white body exuded elegance and prestige, instantly drawing the attention of elderly residents returning from the market.
"Heavens! Whose young man drives such a luxurious car?"
"Definitely not from our complex. Look at that youth—he's got an extraordinary presence."
"What a handsome lad. I wonder if he has a girlfriend… my daughter might be a good match!"
A chorus of admiration rose from the onlookers, but the young man paid no heed. He stepped out of the car and made his way toward a crumbling apartment building.
"So this is where Ye Fan lives…"
Chu Yi murmured, a cold light flickering across his face.
If his memory served him right, his cousin Liu Ruoxin was also living here—with Ye Fan.
The plot was truly absurd.
His cousin had run away from home after rejecting a marriage arranged by her father. In defiance, she had rented a room from Ye Fan and moved in with him.
Liu Ruoxin was a stunning beauty—long, elegant legs and an enviable figure with an ample 36D bust. A woman like that, how could Ye Fan possibly resist?
And he didn't. The bastard even drilled a hole outside her bathroom to spy on her while she bathed.
After several cliché "hero saves the beauty" encounters, Liu Ruoxin fell for him. Naturally, she became the novel's first heroine.
Goddamn it.
How could anyone tolerate this?
Chu Yi knew the story well—how Ye Fan would later return to the Liu family with Ruoxin, humiliating their elders, bankrupting his uncle, and all but destroying his own family as well.
Could Chu Yi just sit back, remain neutral, and avoid conflict with Ye Fan?
No. Never.
Anger simmering in his veins, Chu Yi stepped into the decaying stairwell.
Meanwhile, within a cramped twenty-square-meter bedroom upstairs, a young man with a buzz cut, wearing nothing but shorts and a white t-shirt, lay on a rough wooden bed, his mind adrift.
The sound of running water echoed from a small room behind his own.
Someone was showering.
That someone was Liu Ruoxin—Chu Yi's cousin.
A breathtaking woman in her mid-twenties, with legs that demanded attention and a body that seemed sculpted to perfection.
It was strange, really. When Ye Fan and his mother rented out a portion of their home to make ends meet, they never imagined such a goddess would choose to live there.
The place was modest at best—barely livable. A woman of such grace and beauty should have been in a spacious, well-decorated apartment, not cohabiting with strangers.
But Liu Ruoxin insisted.
So Ye Fan had reluctantly allowed her to stay, albeit with hesitation. He feared she might bring unsavory men into his home.
Yet his worries were unfounded.
As time passed, he realized Liu Ruoxin was pure and self-disciplined. She behaved like a gentle elder sister, thoughtful and kind.
And inevitably, desire stirred in Ye Fan's heart.
Swish, swish. The sound of a towel brushing against skin sent waves through Ye Fan's blood.
Images of her graceful figure flooded his mind.
At seventeen, his youthful hormones surged with strength.
Minutes passed. The sound of water continued, stirring the fire within him.
He swallowed.
Finally, unable to resist, Ye Fan crept toward the wall, trembling slightly, and began to scratch at its surface with his finger.
That wall had been hastily constructed when they modified the house for rental. It wasn't sturdy—poor material, rushed labor.
Ye Fan knew the spot well. A few minutes of work, followed by a gentle prod with a small object, and the wall would reveal a perfect view of the room beyond.
The view of Liu Ruoxin.
And because the hole was hidden near the baseboard, she would never notice.
Not unless someone stopped him.