The Scene in the Dream

Sss...

Her head throbbed with a splitting pain, a splitting pain that throbbed with a headache.

In short—no, in long—it was unbearable.

"Where... is this?"

Su Muwan opened her eyes in confusion, finding herself adrift in a chaotic void.

Endless darkness surrounded her, the earth barren and ruined, exuding an unsettling, oppressive aura.

She slowly rose to her feet, scanning her surroundings—when suddenly, memories flooded her mind like a tidal wave.

The recollections of her past life erupted like a volcanic eruption.

"This place...?!"

"Where I was killed in my past life?"

Her expression froze as she recalled the final battle against dozens of T0 Destiny holders.

In her past life, after being unapologetically ruthless from start to finish,

Su Muwan had proudly claimed the top spot on the Villainess Rankings.

She became the most hated enemy of all those chosen by fate.

And it was in this very chaotic void that she had fought her last battle against them.

So now...

Am I dreaming again??

Su Muwan was speechless. Could it be because of that imported boozy chocolate?

Did it really send her delicate self straight into a dream?

And not just any dream—one where she had to die again?

But... where are those people?

No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than a voice sounded behind her.

"Miss Su, brace yourself."

?

Su Muwan stiffened.

Just as she was about to turn around, another grave voice came from beside her:

"Qin Luo is no longer Qin Luo."

??

At those words, she whipped her head around—and froze.

There they were.

Xiao Tian, Wang Yong, Shangguan Chuxue, Jiang Xueqi...

One after another, familiar faces stood by her side. Even the revered Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain was present.

He sighed and shook his head. "So the greatest evil... the most malevolent spirit... the root of all calamity... was him all along..."

Some wore solemn expressions, others looked grief-stricken—as if they couldn’t believe the scene before them.

"What... are you all talking about?"

Su Muwan was bewildered.

Had these people all lost their minds in this dream?

Evil spirit? What evil spirit?

Her gaze swept over their faces, searching for answers in their expressions.

But in that instant—as if triggered by some unseen radar—her own expression stiffened.

She slowly turned her head, eyes lifting toward the chaotic sky above.

And then—thud!

Her heart sank like a stone. Even though she’d had an inkling, seeing it firsthand still sent a suffocating stab of pain through her chest.

Her lips trembled, but her throat seemed clogged, unable to make a sound.

Because...

High above, a lone figure stood suspended, his body wreathed in thick black mist. The mist coiled and writhed like a living thing, relentlessly devouring the once-clear aura that had surrounded him.

His eyes were swallowed by darkness, leaving only two faint crimson lights—cold, ruthless, and brimming with endless malice.

A black dragon spiraled through the sky behind him.

That person was none other than—

"Qin Luo...?"

Su Muwan whispered his name, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Qin Luo... Why has he become like this?

Before she could think further, the distorted Qin Luo above slowly raised a hand. His scarlet eyes locked onto her, and his lips curled into a detached smile.

"It’s time for everything to end."

"Su Muwan."

Bzzzt—!

A flash of white light—

And her consciousness vanished once more.

......

......

The next day.

"Aah—!!"

Thwackthwackthwackthwackthwackthwack!!!!

"Stupid Qin Luo! Hateful Qin Luo!"

Su Family Villa. Kitchen.

Qin Luo, clad in an apron, was focused on cooking at the stove.

Meanwhile, Su Muwan—dressed in shark-print pajamas—stomped after him, her tiny fists raining down on his back like a hailstorm.

Qin Luo sucked in a sharp breath, utterly baffled.

"Young Mistress? What’s wrong? Why are you hitting me first thing in the morning?"

"Hmph!"

Su Muwan puffed her cheeks and kept punching as she ranted, "You know why!"

"How dare you act so cold toward me!"

"I’ll pummel you to death, you you you you you!!"

Eghhh!!

Qin Luo set down the spatula and smirked.

He assumed she was referring to last night—when she’d gotten drunk, and he hadn’t taken advantage of her.

So he turned around, grabbed her wrists, and chuckled.

"Young Mistress, heaven and earth bear witness—last night, after you passed out, I thoroughly appreciated your delicate jade-like hands and feet."

"That’s not exactly cold, is it?"

Su Muwan blinked—then flushed scarlet when she realized what he meant.

"Who’s talking about that?!" she shrieked, mortified.

??

Qin Luo paused. He studied her furious pout and asked, "If not that, then what?"

He mentally reviewed his recent actions but couldn’t think of any missteps.

Su Muwan’s eyes welled up as the images from her dream resurfaced. Her lips quivered, and she sniffled.

"You! Last night, you glared at me so cruelly!! Said we were breaking up!!"

Qin Luo: ???

A moment later, he pieced it together.

Gently, he wiped her tears away, stroking her hair as he murmured, "So you dreamed that I was covered in black mist, ominously declaring 'it’s time for everything to end'?"

"Mhm..."

Su Muwan nodded, her big, teary eyes staring accusingly at him. "You said we were breaking up."

"??"

Qin Luo couldn’t help but laugh. "Young Mistress, setting aside the fact that it was a dream—I never actually said 'break up', did I? Just that everything should end."

"It’s the same thing!"

Su Muwan wailed, "If you say everything should end with me, that means breaking up!"

"You wanted to dump me even in my dream!"

"You don’t love me anymore!"

She gasped dramatically, as if struck by a sudden realization.

"Wait... Now I get it!"

"Su Bailian was right all along...!"

Tears spilled as she clutched his arm, bawling. "You do want a harem!!"

"You—you lecher! You fiend!"

Qin Luo: "??"

How did we jump to a harem?!

Amused and exasperated, Qin Luo watched her sniffle and hiccup from overthinking.

Hah. My crybaby Young Mistress—adorable as always.

Still, that dream...

He pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair soothingly. "Young Mistress, you can insult my character."

"But... you must never insult my ethics."

Leaning in, he whispered with absolute seriousness:

"Because... I am a pure love enthusiast."

Su Muwan: "!!!"