You Villainous Lackey, What Are You Trying to Do - Chapter 1:
Chapter 1: Hai Dali
A violent headache surged over him like a tidal wave.
Hai Dali clutched the back of his head and slowly sat up. He cursed under his breath, “Damn it, did I drink fake alcohol or something? Why does my head hurt this much?”
He rubbed the back of his head, which felt as if it had been struck hard. As his consciousness gradually cleared, he finally realized something was wrong.
Where exactly was he?
At some point, someone had changed him into a dark gray fitted outfit. When had he ever worn something this strange?
The bed beneath him also felt odd. Its style resembled the old wooden bed at his grandfather’s house when he was a child, but this one looked far more refined.
He instinctively glanced around. The room was sparsely furnished, containing only a wooden table and a cabinet. It could practically be described as empty.
Even the house itself did not resemble any modern style. It was entirely constructed from stone and wood.
Hai Dali was utterly bewildered. Had he stumbled onto a film set?
If not for the sharp pain in the back of his head keeping him alert, he would have thought he was dreaming.
None of this had anything to do with his life.
Forgetting his headache, he began to think carefully.
Where had he ended up?
He remembered drinking with friends the previous night. After getting tipsy and excited, he had spent 288 yuan for a passionate exchange with a young lady in urgent need of help. Afterward, he clearly remembered going home.
Could this be a prank by his friends?
That did not make sense.
Those friends could not even get into his house.
Had he been kidnapped?
The thought made his heart skip a beat.
But then he reconsidered.
Who would bother kidnapping someone poor like him?
He instantly relaxed.
Being poor had unexpectedly become his protective charm. He did not know whether to laugh or cry.
After thinking for a long time without any clues, Hai Dali subconsciously searched his body for anything useful.
To his surprise, he found something. It was a jade pendant shaped like twin dragons guarding a full moon.
He stared at it and muttered, “Isn’t this the one I picked up at the antique market? How did it end up on me? I remember playing with it for a few days after buying it, then tossing it into a drawer once the novelty wore off.”
For some reason, the jade now appeared more crystal clear and luminous than before.
He raised it closer to examine it carefully, but discovered nothing unusual.
No matter what, it was the only familiar object he had at the moment. He carefully placed it into his clothes.
His gaze then shifted to the tightly shut wooden door. Nervousness crept into his heart.
What kind of place was this?
Why had he woken up here? Who had brought him here? What could they possibly want from him?
He decided he needed to step outside and see what was going on.
Earlier, the shock of waking up in a strange environment had distracted him. But just as he tried to get out of bed, he suddenly felt weak all over, accompanied by soreness throughout his body, as if he had been beaten even after death.
His already uneasy heart grew more unsettled. What was happening?
He had always treated others kindly and lived honestly. He had never offended anyone.
At that moment, the wooden door creaked open.
Hai Dali turned his head toward the sound and saw a tall, powerfully built man walking in.
The man strode toward him, nearly blocking the light streaming in from outside. His blue robe could not conceal his explosive muscles. He stood before the bed like an iron tower, and an invisible pressure immediately pressed down on Hai Dali.
Hai Dali had never seen someone so strong. He was stunned into silence.
The man spoke with a hint of curiosity, “You actually managed to wake up? Looks like you’re tougher than I thought.”
Just yesterday, it had seemed like he would not survive. How had he suddenly recovered today? Strange.
Hai Dali snapped back to his senses, his mouth dry as he stammered, “W-Who are you? W-Where am I?”
Anyone thrown into such a situation in a strange place would struggle to stay calm.
He felt like the man in front of him could probably knock out a bull with one punch, let alone him. How could someone be built like this?
The man looked at him strangely and asked, “You don’t recognize me?”
When this kid had first arrived, he had gone out of his way to flatter him. And now he claimed not to know him?
Hai Dali asked cautiously, afraid of angering him, “Should I recognize you? Where exactly is this?”
Seeing the man remain silent for a while only made him more anxious.
After a brief silence, the man suddenly asked, “Do you still know who you are?”
Hai Dali answered instinctively, “My name is Hai Dali. Hai as in the sea, Da as in big, Li as in strength…”
Before he could finish, the man interrupted, “Do you remember anything else?”
Hai Dali hesitated. “Um… what else should I remember?”
The man replied, “Anything at all.”
Not understanding the situation and unwilling to say too much, Hai Dali shook his head.
The man muttered softly, “Could it be that his brain was damaged?”
Then he said, “Forget it. You probably injured your head and lost your memory. You were seriously hurt this time. Focus on recovering first. You can slowly recall things later.”
He then took out a small porcelain bottle and tossed it to Hai Dali.
“This is a reward from the First Madam, given because you were injured for the sake of the Second Miss. Since you can’t move easily right now, I’ll arrange for someone to take care of you later.”
The words injured, First Madam, family, and reward left Hai Dali completely confused.
What was all this about?
How could any of that possibly have anything to do with him?
He did not know any family patriarchs or young ladies. In all his years, he had never even encountered a fallen noble lady.
Where exactly was this place?
Unable to make sense of it, he shifted his attention to the jade-colored bottle in his hand.
The bottle was pure white and exquisitely crafted, just the right size to fit in his palm. It felt cool and smooth to the touch. A wooden stopper, about the size of a little finger, sealed its mouth.
He shook it gently and heard something rattling inside, likely pills.
He pulled out the stopper and poured the contents into his palm. As expected, it was a pill about the size of a longan fruit.
The pill was pitch black yet emitted a faint fragrance. Hai Dali felt as though his body was yearning for it.
Realizing it must be something valuable, he immediately put the pill back into the bottle. He did not yet know its effect, so he would keep it safe and ask about it later.
Looking at the delicate jade bottle in his hand, Hai Dali felt conflicted. Such fine craftsmanship was merely used to store a pill. And the pill itself clearly was no ordinary item.
Combined with what the man had said earlier, and judging from his years of reading online novels, there was only one explanation.
He might have… transmigrated.
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