Is He the Son of Destiny And Am I the Villain

"Is this freaking plot armor?!"

Wang Hao cowered behind a pillar, his eyes bulging so much they were about to pop out of their sockets as he roared frantically in his mind.

As a transmigrator, he was way too familiar with this kind of plot!

Killing enemies above his own cultivation realm? Explosive luck? Spouting morality and righteousness? Coupled with this bizarre constitution where he just wouldn't die no matter how hard he was hit?

Wasn't this the textbook definition of a Child of Destiny, the favored son of the universe? The only thing missing was the word "Protagonist" tattooed across his face!

And what about him?

The son of a debauched and tyrannical emperor, having just ascended the throne, surrounded by a horde of eunuchs, getting assassinated before he could even do any evil deeds, and to top it off, he had just used his subordinate as a human shield...

It was over. He was totally screwed.

He had clearly been handed the villain boss script! And not even a good one—he was the kind of beginner village mini-boss who wouldn't even survive past the third episode!

"Flee no further, you tyrant!"

Just as Wang Hao was letting his imagination run wild, the assassin seemed to lock onto him. With a furious roar, he forcibly carved a bloody path out of the encirclement. Though bathed in blood, his aura was like a surging rainbow, his longsword pointing straight at Wang Hao hiding behind the pillar.

Wang Hao was scared out of his wits. His previously jelly-like legs were suddenly filled with the strength of sheer terror.

"Don't come over here! I am a good person! I've been wronged! I've sworn to be a wise ruler ever since I was a child!"

Wang Hao desperately ran in circles around the thick white marble pillar. When the assassin went left, he went right; when the assassin went right, he went left. He was perfectly recreating the classic historical scene of Emperor Qin Shi Huang dodging Jing Ke's assassination by circling a pillar.

"A good person? Using your subordinates as meat shields, so young yet so cruel and ruthless! Today, I shall eliminate this menace for the common people of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

The killing intent in the assassin's eyes skyrocketed, completely ignoring Wang Hao's sophistry. The longsword in his hand spat out a three-foot-long cold gleam as he slashed at the pillar.

Boom!

Crushed stones flew everywhere. A large chunk of the massive white marble pillar was actually sheared off by this strike. The fierce sword qi brushed right past Wang Hao's scalp, severing a few strands of his hair and leaving a burning, stinging pain on his skin.

Wang Hao's legs gave way. He was panting heavily like a broken bellows, his heart feeling like it was going to leap out of his throat.

This assassin was too tough to deal with! This was literally a hacker player slaughtering a normal NPC!

Just when Wang Hao thought he was doomed again and was about to close his eyes and wait for death, his loyal chief eunuch Wei Xian arrived once more.

"I will tear you apart alive!!"

At this moment, how could Wei Xian still have even the slightest trace of his usual effeminate demeanor? His hair and beard bristled, his eyes were bloodshot, and his palms took on a bizarre purplish-red hue. It was his signature ultimate technique, the extremely vicious Bone-Dissolving Palm.

"Die for me!"

On the other side, Cao Chun was also truly enraged. The waist saber in his hand whipped up a freezing blade aura, sealing off all of the assassin's escape routes.

Under their furious rage, two great masters of the Martial Dao's Fifth Realm, the Acupoint Piercing Realm, had finally formed an inescapable encirclement!

Attacked from both the front and the back, there was nowhere to hide!

Wang Hao finally caught his breath. He slumped weakly onto the ground, panting heavily as he watched the certain-death situation unfold.

"He has to die this time, right? Even if he's the protagonist, he can't cheat this much, can he?"

However, reality once again slapped Wang Hao viciously across the face, showing him the true value of being a Child of Destiny.

Facing the ultimate moves of two great masters, the assassin's eyes showed not a shred of fear; instead, a glint of madness flashed through them.

"A bunch of castrated dogs think you can keep me here? Detonate!"

He abruptly pulled out a black disc radiating a strange, eerie aura from his robes. It was a mystic artifact!

With a sharp shout, the mystic artifact instantly erupted with a blinding dark light. A terrifying energy fluctuation exploded outward with the assassin at its center.

This energy was not a destructive shockwave, but a force field visible to the naked eye.

Wei Xian's Bone-Dissolving Palm and Cao Chun's blade aura smashed fiercely against this force field. In the next second, something bizarre happened—the attacks were forcibly deflected!

Boom!

With a massive bang, the full-powered strikes of the two great masters merely brushed past the assassin's body and blasted into a nearby rockery. The towering artificial mountain was instantly blown to smithereens. Dust billowed, and shattered stones shot out like cannonballs.

Aided by the recoil of the explosion, the fierce wind blew the mask right off the assassin's face.

Under the moonlight, a face was revealed.

Wang Hao subconsciously widened his eyes, getting a clear look at that face.

What an incredibly handsome face it was!

Sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a high-bridged nose, and facial contours as cold and resolute as if carved by an axe and chiseled by a knife. At this moment, an untamed trail of blood hung from the corner of his mouth, and his gaze revealed three parts mockery, three parts indifference, and four parts nonchalance.

He simply stood there casually, yet it was as if all the light in the world willingly gathered toward him. It felt like a firefly suddenly lighting up its tiny but stubborn tail-lamp in a dead, pitch-black wasteland where the darkness was too thick to melt. All eyes would involuntarily be drawn to that single speck of light, as if in that instant, the only reason the night existed was to highlight his dazzling presence.

What frustrated Wang Hao even more was that this guy was actually twenty percent more handsome than him, an emperor who had benefited from a thousand years of royal genetic optimization!

This was just too much! What was even more outrageous was that a Fourth Realm martial artist could fly. Why don't you just ascend to the heavens? Well, alright, this guy was literally flying in the sky right now. He definitely scored full marks for this display of posturing.

The assassin rushed into mid-air, his momentum unbroken, yet he deliberately twisted his waist. That backward glance was like a deity in the clouds looking down at an ant waiting to be slaughtered, or a butcher inspecting a piece of meat on a chopping block.

"Little Emperor, I'll leave your head on your shoulders for today!"

His voice echoed through the night sky, full of unquestionable confidence: "The day I return shall be the day the Great Zhou Dynasty falls!!"

Amidst this incredibly pretentious and ruthless declaration, the assassin's figure resembled a giant roc spreading its wings. He actually performed a move in mid-air that defied the laws of physics, gliding bizarrely for dozens of meters straight toward the palace walls.

"Trying to run? Keep dreaming!"

Cao Chun roared in exasperation, waving his hand to issue a command: "Archers! Fire! Turn him into a hedgehog for me!"

Twang! Twang! Twang!

Hundreds of archers who had long been prepared and waiting released their bowstrings simultaneously.

In an instant, a sky full of arrows whistled out like a swarm of locusts, shooting densely toward the assassin in the air and sealing off all his room to dodge.

Wang Hao sat on the ground, staring fixedly at this scene, silently muttering in his heart: He has nothing to leverage off of in the sky this time, so there's no way he can dodge this, right?

But as a result!

Just a split second before the rain of arrows was about to cover Ye Chen, a sudden, unnatural gust of wind blew out of nowhere!

It was truly a demonic wind! Completely without warning, and incredibly strong!

This gale forcefully altered the trajectory of most of the arrows, making them veer off target. The remaining few arrows that luckily weren't blown off course were either easily parried away by the assassin's blade or struck some unknown material of the inner armor on his body, letting out a series of clinking sounds without even scratching his skin.

The most outrageous part was that the imperial palace's Saint-tier defensive grand array, which claimed to be able to shred any flying bird, should have automatically sensed and attacked the airborne intruder.

But at this very moment, the grand array that had been operating continuously for decades seemed to lag for a second.

In short, at this exact moment, for some unknown reason, the palace protection array failed.

Right under everyone's watchful eyes, the assassin rode the wind, effortlessly vaulting over the hundred-foot-tall palace wall. With a few swift bounds, he vanished into the boundless night.

He left behind nothing but a scene of utter devastation and a crowd of dumbfounded onlookers.

The wind stopped.

A deathly silence fell over the entire scene.

Everyone was dumbstruck. They looked at each other, feeling as though they had just witnessed an absurd play.

To be able to slaughter his way in and out of the heavily guarded imperial palace, escape unscathed from the combined assault of two Fifth Realm experts, have a lethal grand array inexplicably shut down, and even have the heavens themselves conjure a gale to deflect arrows for him...

Was this really just a Fourth Realm martial artist? Did this make any damn sense?

Wang Hao slumped onto the ground, his strength instantly drained from his body. He stared blankly in the direction the assassin had fled, finding nothing but an empty void and a heart full of absolute desolation.

As a veteran bookworm who had immersed himself in the world of web novels for years, this scenario was all too familiar to him, so familiar that it broke his heart.

After all this time, I am nothing but the cannon fodder villain that the Child of Destiny casually wipes out right after leaving the beginner village...