Villain: You Want Me to Follow the Plot and Die? I’m Done Pretending - Chapter 64:
Chapter 64: It’s Fun Crashing Other Scripts:
“The items you buy from the system shop aren’t as useful as you think,” Gu Feng remarked, pressing his hand onto the golden barrier above Feng Jianbai’s head.
The shield cracked under his touch, making a harsh, grating sound that froze Feng Jianbai in place.
“How… how do you know about the system?” he stammered, but his question was cut short as the shield shattered.
Gu Feng seized his collar with one hand and extended the other, reaching toward Feng Jianbai’s face. His hand seemed to sink into Feng Jianbai’s skull, and in that instant, Feng Jianbai was so terrified he wet himself.
“Got it,” Gu Feng muttered, feeling his hand wrap around something soft.
He tightened his grip, pulling out a pink, gelatinous creature writhing with countless tendrils, squirming as it desperately tried to escape.
Gu Feng dropped Feng Jianbai to the ground, his eyes fixed on the bizarre creature.
“Interesting. Looks like each one of you has a different form. System, you’re just a… clown. Is it because you’re low-level?” He laughed coldly, holding up the wiggling, jelly-like creature for his own system to see.
His system fumed in his mind. [You’re spouting nonsense! That thing is just a low-level system. Do you even know what you’re doing? Listen, Gu Feng! If you keep dismantling us, the moment the Great God reconnects, you’ll be the first to die! And forget about returning to the modern world—you’ll suffer a fate worse than death!]
“Oh, really? You’ve got me shaking in my boots.” Gu Feng gave a mocking grin, and right before his system’s eyes, he devoured the writhing creature whole, savoring its essence with a satisfied sigh.
“Not bad at all. Feng Jianbai, you’ve accumulated quite a bit of luck.” He shot an amused glance at the dazed Feng Jianbai, who lay stunned on the ground, his only lifeline just consumed. He’d lost everything—every advantage, every power-up the system had provided.
“You… you…” Feng Jianbai stammered, paralyzed by the reality of his situation. How could he survive here without his system?
Gu Feng yanked him upright again. “Now, tell me what script you’re supposed to be in.”
This wasn’t a question; it was a demand.
Feng Jianbai, overwhelmed by fear, stammered, “I… I’m just a minor villain in some cultivation romance novel…”
He explained his script, detailing the plot: he was merely a background villain in a romance set in the cultivation world. The main protagonist was his brother, a prodigious talent taken in by a sect, and he fell in love with his own disciple in a tragic love story. Feng Jianbai’s character was a man hopelessly infatuated with the female lead, making him the secondary villain.
“Of course, a female-targeted novel,” Gu Feng mused with a laugh. He addressed his system with a smirk, “Quite the range of business you’re in, huh? Even taking on female-oriented stories.”
His system kept quiet, reeling from the realization that Gu Feng not only knew how to exploit its weaknesses but also dared to take such bold steps.
“Let’s see just how much luck I can harvest from this plot.” A blue panel appeared before Gu Feng, confirming the system’s worst fears. This infuriating host had consumed another system and was using it as his new power source.
“And I thought romance novels didn’t hold much luck! The female lead here, Zhu Si, has a whopping 80,000 points. As for her protagonist, Feng Yiran, a solid 50,000.” He mused, raising an eyebrow.
The panel displayed their luck points as clear as day. Feng Jianbai, witnessing this, shivered at Gu Feng’s devilish smile. “Now then, take me to your dear brother.”
Seeing no choice, Feng Jianbai nodded, all hope for resistance drained. The allure of power, a taste of life as an emperor, had been abruptly torn away.
Gu Feng smiled, patting him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry; I’m not going to kill you. Like you, I was just a side character here, deceived by a system. Even if you’d completed all your tasks, they wouldn’t have sent you back.”