Thirteen, You Are the Only One I Can Trust

Now, let us turn back time by the length of three incense sticks.

Where the clouds run deep and no one knows what lies beyond—the mountains within the mountains.

Inside a magnificent pavilion, Mo Yu stood on the balcony with his hands clasped behind his back, frowning as he stared at a crack that stretched across the entire sky.

That was the scar Ye Shu had left behind all those years ago.

To this day, none of the major clans’ pocket dimensions had fully healed. As a result, spiritual energy continued to leak away, and the speed of cultivation within them had long since fallen far below what it once was. Yet the immortal techniques contained within the crack made the clans both love and hate it.

They longed to glimpse even the slightest trace of immortal opportunity.

They could not bear to abandon it, yet they were powerless to repair it.

The sword scar that split the heavens spanned the void. Its edges radiated a faint silver glow. From that day onward, the night sky of the pocket dimension no longer had a moon—only the ghastly white light cast down by the heavenly scar.

“Why?”

“Why is this happening?”

Mo Yu stared at the scar in the heavens and muttered to himself.

“It’s obvious. I crossed over into this world with a system in hand and a script beneath my feet. I should have been destined to defy the heavens, change my fate, and reverse the universe itself. So why do I keep hitting walls, unable to grasp the true meaning?”

“Could I really be inferior to that Heaven’s Chosen?”

He slammed a fist against the railing, his face filled with indignation. “Why? He’s nothing more than a brat favored by the Heavenly Dao. What’s so impressive about having a protagonist’s halo?”

“What does he have that I don’t?!”

“............”

Standing behind him, Mo Shisan watched Mo Yu sigh and lament, his face utterly speechless.

This was our Fated Villain.

Did any of you have a Fated Villain like this?

Born into a top-tier clan, surrounded by endless lackeys, tossing priceless treasures around like trash, beginning with supreme cultivation techniques, and using heavenly treasures to feed the dogs. Every day, he did nothing but listen to music at pleasure houses or bully men and women.

Yet his life was as bitter as the coptis root.

Yep. The Heavenly Dao was out to get him.

Meanwhile, our Chosen One had it so easy.

Sure, his parents died when he was young, he had to fight for everything he possessed, and everywhere he went, people treated him like a stray dog and kicked him around. Even passing dogs would come over to bite him. Whenever he picked up some heavenly treasure that others had deemed worthless, he had to pass through a life-or-death crisis. Whenever he had nothing better to do, he fought enemies one or two realms above him, then somehow managed to win.

After finally entering a sect, he still had to face schemes and intrigues, petty villains plotting against him, bullying, jealousy, framing, and assassination attempts. When his sect was destroyed and he fled for his life, people still poked him in the spine and called him a deserter.

Then, only near the very end, did he finally rise to prominence, embrace the beauty, and kick the villain to death. But his sect was still destroyed, his family was still gone, and afterward, the villain even cursed him with a final line:

“Aren’t you just relying on the protagonist’s halo? What the hell have you ever worked for?!”

Wow!

Our Heaven’s Chosen really had it so easy!

The protagonist’s halo was truly amazing!

Did any of you have a Heaven’s Chosen like this? What an effortless life—everything was so easy.

If it’s this much fun, why doesn’t everyone play?

Are you afraid you won’t be able to clear the game?

As Mo Shisan watched Mo Yu gesticulate wildly, his mind wandered off into the distance, sailing across vast oceans. He had long since forgotten where heaven and earth were.

In short: Heaven’s Chosen! So easy!

A wheelchair!

[Host, you care too much about Ye Shu.]

Just as Mo Yu was racking his brains and sinking into his recent failures, the system finally spoke.

[Host, Ye Shu is not important.]

[What matters is providence. As long as you possess sufficient providence, even if you find yourself in an absolutely hopeless situation, you can still reproduce the miracle of the Heaven’s Chosen ascending to immortality in a single step.]

[Believe in providence, Host.]

“You don’t understand.”

Mo Yu shook his head and let out a long sigh. “He’s different. He isn’t some ordinary person. He’s the rarest of the rare—the kind who, even if you completely ignored him and he relied on no providence whatsoever, could still ride a wave of good fortune over here and kick the two of us to death. Do you understand?”

“Didn’t you see that he came back to life?”

“He came back to life!”

“And we have no idea where he is. I even suspect he might be watching my every move from somewhere nearby—perhaps he’s right here in the Mo Clan!”

“I don’t even know whom I can trust anymore.”

[Host, you can always trust your most loyal system. My purpose is to turn you into the greatest Fated Villain in the world.]

That was what it said, but inwardly, the system was thinking things over.

Ye Shu’s existence was indeed a threat.

But that had nothing to do with the system. After all, no one in this world could touch it.

It had only one purpose.

Providence.

However, this idiot of a host seemed to have placed all his attention on Ye Shu, severely slowing the collection of providence. The system had no choice but to consider whether it should activate its backup plan.

“I know I can trust you, of course.”

Mo Yu shook his head.

“The problem is, you’re not even human.”

“Damn it! Damn it!”

He slammed the railing several more times, then turned and walked a few steps inside. Reaching Mo Shisan, the only lackey who had followed him from morning until night, he stared at him with an agitated expression.

“Shisan, you’re the only person I can trust now.”

“I swear I will never betray Young Master Mo’s trust!”

Almost the instant the words left his mouth, Mo Shisan straightened his back. His eyes shone like torches, and his gaze was filled with loyalty.

“As long as you have the will, that’s enough. As long as you have the will.”

Mo Yu nodded.

Just as this touching scene of a loyal servant and wise master was unfolding, an ill-timed voice came from outside the room.

“Young Master! An urgent report from the Secret Pavilion!”

An elderly man, his body stooped with age, entered the room. With his head lowered, he held out a bamboo slip in both hands above his head.

“What is the urgent report?”

Mo Yu’s brows drew together slightly as he asked in an indifferent tone.

“Reporting to the Young Master: according to word from disciples carrying out missions outside, traces of the serpentfolk were spotted in the Lancang Desert of the Central Province. They have come to inform you, Young Master.”

“Serpentfolk?”

Mo Yu froze. Then his pupils contracted.

There were no serpentfolk in the Central Province.

Therefore, there was only one possible explanation for the serpentfolk appearing there!

At that thought, Mo Yu burst into laughter.

“At last, some good news! I refuse to believe that Heaven’s Chosen won’t show himself!”

“Shisan, come with me!”