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Chapter 378. The Successful Villain

It's hard to imagine that a god who hasn't regained his memories would do godly things ahead of time.

Jiang Jianxin was completely bewildered when she heard the answer was stated as the truth. She added:
But I have absolutely no idea what to do.

The intuitive response was very light and easy:

[You need to have a boss's mentality. Now is not the time for you to step in. Delegate the preliminary preparations for the faith-based system to your subordinates. You only need to step in for the final, decisive moment.]

As for what you should do in this final step...

Intuition paused for a moment and then said:

Just wait for the premonition to come up with a plan. The current situation is still within her comprehension, so there's no need to worry.

Jiang Jianxin breathed a long sigh of relief, and a sense of peace immediately settled in his heart.

Perhaps this is the joy of having someone to protect you; no matter how many flaws your memories may be, there is always someone to shelter you from the storm.

She straightened the blankets, turned off the light, and picked up her phone before going to sleep, intending to browse the forums for a while.

The Peace Forum still had the same few old posts, and the rest were mostly about games. Switching to the War Forum, I immediately saw the War Forum ladies showing off their strong and well-developed biceps, as well as various battle videos.

Every day, the war forum is filled with this kind of meaningless stuff. It seems like all they think about is muscles and fighting. Jiang Jianxin switched to the backend and took a look with little interest.

No new sections appeared, but a "Preparatory Meeting" section suddenly appeared in the meeting section.

Jiang Jianxin clicked in and took a look. He was the host of the meeting, but the names of the participants and the time were all blank.

She couldn't understand what kind of abstract concepts the fortune teller was going on with, but now she was no longer surprised when she saw her playing chess and setting up the board.

Sword Master turned off his phone, casually pulled the blanket up to his chin, his cheeks puffed out slightly, and then drifted off to sleep in peace and comfort.

……

On the other side, deep in the streets and alleys of an abandoned city.

"Squeak-"

The last piece of tentacle flesh slid down my throat.

The blind man slowly turned around.

The alleyway was already completely blocked by her puppets. They stood like silent statues until the moment she turned around, when they all raised their heads in unison, like puppets pulled by the same string.

Through the external eye, Tantai Hui saw himself at this moment:
He had short, ear-length hair, wore a gray linen shirt, had bandages covering his eyes, and held a white cane.

She still had that timid, shy, and reserved demeanor. Only the thick, black stains remaining at the corners of her lips betrayed what had just happened.

Previously, during the battle between the three gods, the Hundred-Eyed Demon's true form was torn apart, leaving only a fragment of its body to survive.

With most of its power dissipated, it was unable to return to the outer realms and could only hide deep within this desolate city.

All the evil infants and their followers that were once corrupted by it can sense its location.

So, on a moonless, dark night, in the alley where the Hundred-Eyed Demon hid, an old friend was welcomed.

A blindfolded, short-haired girl stood smiling at the alley entrance, her immense mental control washing over every brick and stone like a tidal wave.

Although the Hundred-Eyed Demon was already at its last gasp, it still had the power to escape—at the cost of sacrificing half of its core remains.

When the fragment of the god, flowing with viscous black liquid, was finally grasped in his hand, Tantai Hui did not hesitate for a moment. He lowered his head and bit down hard.

The god's body tasted nauseating. Slippery tentacles snapped between his teeth, and acrid, fishy juices burst open in his mouth, breaking into sticky clumps of flesh that rolled down his throat.

She swallowed, mouthful by mouthful, almost mechanically.

She knew that in the eyes of others, such an act of devouring a divine body was utterly insane and despicable.

But she knew even more clearly—this was the taste of power.

She must gain power.

Tantai Hui's life has never been "normal"; from the moment he became a ghost infant, he fell into eternal night.

When she was struggling to make a living at the very bottom of Black Eyes Pharmaceuticals, she would occasionally mention her past to others. But they would only shake their heads and sigh, saying that she had brought it all on herself.

No one cares about the young Tantai Hui—the little girl clutching the pink dress and doll—and how devastated and desperate she was when the Hundred-Eyed Demon first contacted her, whispering in the indescribable voice of the outer realm, "You are a ghost infant, you will eventually be rejected by humans."

She never had a choice in life—the moment that slippery tentacle first probed into her young life, the abyss of depravity became her only home.

Tantai Hui wiped the ink from his mouth and slowly smiled, feeling the growing strength in his stomach.

The core remains of the Hundred-Eyed Demon are enough to propel her to the pinnacle of mental control, bringing her to the level of a demigod.

From the crushed ruins of her life to the steps of demigods, she walked a path strewn with white bones.

Ruthless and merciless, killing without hesitation, were merely commonplace methods for her.

To reach that supreme power, she had already eliminated the last trace of hesitation.

She accepted all the insults from the world, calling her worse than an animal—to reach such a level of evil is a kind of success in itself.

Tantai Hui gladly accepted all the condemnation. Since he had fallen into the abyss, he would seize the infinite power gained from the extreme evil at the bottom of the abyss.

She slightly raised her hand, and the strands of mental energy that had begun to solidify slowly emerged.

"Om——"

It is grayish-black, carrying an unbridled and forceful control.

Tantai Hui only stared at it for a moment before realizing—

That's not enough; we need even greater power.

The blind girl tilted her head slightly, her empty gaze seemingly tangible as she stared into the distance.

At the edge of the blood-red ocean, deep within the thick fog, a million gods from another world looked down upon this new land. Their gazes were fierce and greedy, like those fixed on a delicacy about to be devoured.

Tantai Hui's lips curved slightly.

She chose the path of a villain, and on this path she has already acquired the cold-blooded ruthlessness, decisiveness, cunning, and perseverance that a successful villain should possess.

She believed that she would eventually ascend the crimson throne built of blood and corpses, and that all she needed to get to that supreme power was to devour one more god.

As for whether it can be done?
Tantai Hui smiled slightly.

In her life dictionary—

There is no such word as "impossible".

This is yesterday's update; I fell asleep halfway through writing it last night (￣o￣). Today's update is currently being written.