The improved female villains regained their memories.

Shi Guijia glanced at him and uttered a startling statement: "Number one in the world."

Liu Shaoheng blinked and suddenly understood how the "Second Best in the World" plaque at the entrance came about.

"So, your weapon-refining skills are even better than Master Shi's?"

"nonsense."

"Alright," Liu Shaoheng thought, "we'll just have to try anything, even if it's a long shot."

So he immediately took out the blueprints and respectfully handed them to Shi Guijia.

The blueprints were made of pure cowhide, and the patterns, guesses, and explanations on them were all written with spiritual energy. Shi Guijia took them and unfolded them to look at them.

The more she looked, the more serious her expression became.

After reading it, she slammed it shut, grabbed Liu Shaoheng's arm, and headed straight for her home.

Caught off guard, Liu Shaoheng said, "Um, you..."

"Shut up and come with me!"

A terrifying power erupted from Shi Guijia's hands. This was not an amplification brought by spiritual energy, but pure physical strength. Before Liu Shaoheng could react, she had him tucked under her arm and headed straight for home.

Back home, Shi Guijia casually put Liu Shaoheng aside, then ran to the backyard and began rummaging through the storage room.

Soon, she found the thing—it was something she had made when she lived in Zhizi Xun back then.

This magical artifact resembles an ancient scroll made from the fur of some kind of demonic beast, with mysterious symbols and patterns painted on it. One end of the scroll is attached to a gem-encrusted chain, which can be hung around the neck, while the other end is a metal ring inlaid with a red gemstone, with intricate patterns carved on it.

She took the ritual implement and walked back to the living room, standing in front of the still bewildered Liu Shaoheng. She spread it out and said without any politeness, "Drip blood."

"What?" Liu Shaoheng was somewhat confused.

But Shi Guijia wasn't that patient. She simply grabbed the boy's finger, bit it, and squeezed the blood onto the scroll.

The fiery red blood seeped into the scroll, and soon, strange patterns appeared.

Immediately afterwards, a sentence appeared.

That is--

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"An uncontrollable dictatorship." Zhi Zixun looked at the words that appeared on the scroll and sighed softly, "This is your definition."

"..."

The light from the scroll reflected on Shi Guijia's face, and she said without any emotion, "Is this proof that I'm a villain?"

Zhi Zixun fell silent, but what she wanted to say was already clear.

"Ha, how laughable, an uncontrollable dictator... What does that prove? That I will rule the world and do whatever I want?"

"...The so-called villains are defined by two factors: their destiny and the will of Heaven. The Heavenly Dao will assign you definitions to distinguish you, and thus..."

"So, that's how you formulate the script, right?"

"You can interpret it that way, that's fine too."

Shi Guijia looked at the words on the scroll and suddenly burst into laughter.

She laughed at God, laughed at Yang Pingsheng, and finally laughed at herself.

How ridiculous! A definition, a destiny, and some bullshit divine intervention—and she was labeled a villain, even though she hadn't done anything yet. The person behind the scenes had already planned out her life's script.

"It's all fake, right? Watching the sunrise at Lingxue Peak, soaking in the hot springs at Tianquan Mountain Villa, and... making a wish at Shenlong Lake, all of that is fake, isn't it?"

"Um……"

"The demonic cultivation is fake, the devouring of spiritual roots is fake, death is fake, even loving me is fake..."

She was smiling, but tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Zhi Zixun sighed and said, "The influence of human will is mutual. I think your partner must be feeling bad too."

"Was everything we went through just unpleasantness?"

Shi Guijia raised her head and looked at Zhi Zixun, the usually proud and fiery weapon refiner, who was now in tears: "This is not just unpleasant, this is pain, the pain of being beaten. If Yang Pingsheng was in the same pain as you, why didn't he make a wish to the system to return like you?"

"……I have no idea."

"Ha, I'm afraid they've already forgotten about me."

“Well, although I don’t know what he was thinking…” Zhi Zixun tried her best to comfort Shi Guijia and prevent her from getting emotional, “but I can be sure that Renqi is not having an easy time. Believe me, although Renqi can’t experience the same burning pain as the villain, the guilt of being ‘emotionless’ after Taixu is also very torturous.”

It's so torturous...

Shi Guijia stopped talking and silently pushed open the door and walked out. Zhi Zixun looked at her with sad eyes, wanting to say something, but in the end, she didn't say anything.

The wind kept brushing against her face, but she didn't say a word as she walked towards Shenlong Lake.

She stopped in front of the wishing well. Snowflakes fell, and in the cold winter, Shenlong Lake was covered with a thick layer of ice. There was no sound around, and it was eerily quiet. The footprints she left in the snow followed her all the way.

definition.

Those defined by the "Way of Heaven" are villains.

Her golden hair, frosted with ice, hung low as she stood there, her blank gaze sweeping across the lake and through the snow-covered woods, silent and uttering not a word.

She remembered that day, the day she met Yang Pingsheng.

If so, it means that he did not pay attention to Yang Pingsheng.

If it were not for my curiosity about Yang Pingsheng's suggestion.

If so, then I won't develop those feelings for Yang Pingsheng later.

if……

Endless sorrow overwhelmed her, like cold white snow, leaving no trace of life.

The tyrant, who had never feared the cold, now shivered.

As far as her eyes could see, there was only the cold white snow and the fate of the villain that extended from her.

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"...That's all. So, you're the villain, understand?"

Liu Shaoheng nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

The woman's reaction had startled him, but after hearing her explanation, he could understand it. However, he was still somewhat skeptical of her so-called villainous argument.

"Since you say that villains have definitions, then what is my definition?"

He hadn't even had a chance to look at it before Shi Guijia put it away.

"Why bother with that?" Shi Guijia said irritably. "Anyway, my magic weapon is for testing destiny. You have the destiny of a villain, which is why you have this idea for refining weapons. In addition, the talent for refining weapons bestowed upon you by the will of heaven makes you a villain."

She slammed Liu Shaoheng's weapon-forging idea on the table and sneered, "What kind of good person would think of creating this thing from the very origin of the world?"

That's right, the origin of this world is not something hidden.

It comes into contact with the royal family, yet is not controlled by them. The world's weather and natural disasters are all determined by it. The so-called sacrificial artifacts and offerings are, to put it bluntly, offerings to the world's will, hoping that it will treat the world better in the following year. Of course, sacrificial artifacts do indeed have the function of repairing the world's origin and resisting catastrophes.

This is a secret, known only to weapon refiners who have been in close contact with it. Shi Guijia didn't know where this kid found out about this, but she had to admit that the little brat's idea was particularly bold.

Steal a portion of the world's essence, then create a device to control that essence. Use this device to envelop a specific place, creating a "paradise on earth." Everything that happens in this world will be protected by the paradoxical device of this paradise.

The most ingenious thing is that because of the human-controlled device, the internal seasons of the isolated place can also be determined by human intervention, so that favorable weather throughout the year is no longer a problem.

"Heh, what do you mean by asking my sister for guidance? To put it bluntly, you still believe in that beggar's doomsday prophecy, so you want to create this thing and hide inside, right?" Shi Guijia looked at him with a half-smile.

"……Um."

Now that he'd been exposed, he might as well admit it openly. Liu Shaoheng nodded and asked in return, "So, the apocalypse was fake?"

"It could be true."

"Huh?" Liu Shaoheng was stunned. Why were the two answers different?

"That beggar is the main character."

Since this child is the next villain, Shi Guijia has no need to hide it anymore.

She told him everything, including the villain, the human chess piece, the protagonist, the system, and so on. Liu Shaoheng listened very attentively, neither surprised nor puzzled.

But in the end, he asked, "If what you're saying is true, then deep down you believe it, right?"

"Yes." Shi Guijia nodded.

"May I ask why?"

"The previous villain's pawn was killed."

Shi Guijia pulled a knife from his pocket and slammed it on the table.

Zhi Zixun is dead.

She gripped the dagger and plunged it into her heart, dying in the exact same way as the villain at the time.

The authorities said she committed suicide, but Shi Guijia didn't believe it at all.

She was certain of one thing: Zhi Zixun's death was related to the villainous protagonist.

“The previous protagonist went mad, and the human chess piece died, so it’s better to believe in the so-called apocalypse than not,” Shi Guijia said. “I will investigate this matter, so you don’t need to worry.”

It's impossible not to worry about this; cold sweat is pouring down Liu Shaoheng's back.

He was already quite frightened by the old Taoist's words, and now Shi Guijia has revealed the inside story of the righteous and the villainous factions. Now people are starting to die. Doesn't this mean that he is very likely to be next?

"...Um, I wanted to ask you, according to what you said, I am the villain, so I will definitely encounter the human chess piece, will that human chess piece kill me?"

"No, but she might make you wish you were dead."

grass.

"May I ask what kind of 'worse than death' this is?" Liu Shaoheng swallowed hard and asked cautiously.

"Yes……"

Shi Guijia suddenly fell silent.

She thought of Yang Pingsheng again, and of everything they had done together.

What kind of living hell is this?

She lost her spiritual root and lay there helplessly. Her beloved had turned into a cold corpse, and her soul gradually detached itself from this world, taking away the memories in her mind. She could only lie there quietly, unable to struggle, letting her tears roll down to the ground and be buried in the soil.