Transmigrated into a Fantasy World, Destined to Be the Great Villain
Transmigrated into a Fantasy World, Destined to Be the Great Villain
Gu Changge’s gaze drifted leisurely as he lowered his eyes, blowing on the tea in his cup.
His white robes outshone the snow, untouched by a speck of dust.
His incomparably handsome features seemed veiled in a layer of mist, his expression calm.
But look deeper, and one would find an indifference—as if he cared for nothing at all.
High above, overlooking everything.
Impossible to read.
Everything happening in the great hall seemed to have nothing to do with him.
As if he stood apart from the mortal world.
Well, that was what everyone present was feeling right now.
No matter who they were, everyone could sense that this white-robed man’s identity was anything but simple.
Both his bearing and his manner exuded an air of transcendence beyond the mundane world.
Not a man of the mortal realm!
Of course, the crowd had absolutely no idea that Gu Changge’s so-called indifferent expression was, in truth, pure... bewildered blankness.
It wasn’t that he didn’t care about what was happening in the hall.
He was simply dazed at the moment because of the memory fusion.
He was a Transmigrator.
One second ago he was sleeping, and the moment he opened his eyes, he had arrived in this very dangerous fantasy world.
Here, the strong plucked stars and seized the moon, moved mountains and filled seas, soared through the skies and burrowed through the earth, while the weak were trampled underfoot, their lives cheap as grass, without dignity or honor.
He was a Direct Disciple of the Cult of Immortality from the Beyond, sent down to undergo training.
His talent was peerless, his background terrifying.
But based on Gu Changge’s experience from his previous life of reading thousands upon thousands of web novels, looking at his current situation, no matter how he looked at it, he seemed to have become a villainous side character—or worse, cannon fodder who wouldn’t survive more than a few chapters.
This outcome left Gu Changge with a dull ache in his balls.
Looking again at the scene before him—tch tch tch—he’d barely transmigrated and already run into a Fortuitous One about to deliver a face-slapping.
A name like Ye Chen was obviously standard-issue protagonist material.
And a name like his own—Gu Changge—was obviously a villainous cannon fodder name some hack author cooked up just to sound pretentious.
With his level of prestige, wouldn’t it be nice for the protagonist to slap his face?
“Gu Changge...”
“Gu Changge...”
By now, Ye Chen had called out Gu Changge’s name several times in a row, yet received no response.
The man didn’t even bother to glance his way.
This attitude of complete disregard, of not taking him seriously at all, made the fire in Ye Chen’s heart rage even hotter. He was furious beyond measure, his fists clenched so tight they creaked.
“Insolence! Is the young master’s name something the likes of you can call out?”
At that moment, a loud shout came from the side, carrying coldness and fury, along with a vast, overwhelming pressure.
The speaker was Chu Xuan, the newly appointed Holy Son of Supreme Stygian Holy Land.
His expression was icy as he strode forward from the front, runes flickering in his palm, divine radiance surging, preparing to teach Ye Chen a proper lesson.
This was exactly his moment to shine.
If Gu Changge hadn’t praised him as “not bad,”
he wouldn’t have so easily suppressed the other Direct Disciples to become the new Supreme Stygian Holy Son.
So toward Gu Changge, he felt ten thousand measures of gratitude.
After all, he wasn’t like Su Qingge, who had an Archbishop father and was named Saintess from the moment she was born.
“Insolence! Ye Chen, today, before all these honored guests, you have repeatedly provoked the sect—your intentions are truly treacherous...”
“Men! Take him to the dungeon at once to await judgment!”
At this point, an Elder stepped forward again, berating him loudly.
He wasn’t about to pass up such a fine opportunity to curry favor with Gu Changge.
“Indeed, Archbishop, why not take this opportunity to cripple Ye Chen’s cultivation and expel him from the sect?”
“It would serve as a proper apology to Young Master Gu.”
Seeing this, the other Elders also stepped forward one after another, righteously denouncing Ye Chen’s disrespect and offense at the top of their lungs.
All the guests from the great powers were somewhat shocked.
Just what was the identity of this mysterious white-robed man?
Ye Chen’s face instantly turned pale.
He sensed the situation turning against him.
Everyone was fawning over Gu Changge.
Even Su Qingge hadn’t said a single word.
Why?
This was completely different from what he had expected!
Just then, a cool sensation suddenly spread from his finger.
Ye Chen’s somewhat agitated state of mind quickly settled into calm.
Gu Changge sat at the head seat, took a sip of tea, and his gaze grew intrigued.
Well now, he hadn’t even needed to say a word, and this Fortuitous One named Ye Chen was already in such a state?
Though that was rather unworthy of his status as a Fortuitous One.
Then Gu Changge’s gaze shifted, landing on the ring on Ye Chen’s hand.
Tch tch tch.
The standard-issue old grandpa in a ring from years ago—this Fortuitous One was the genuine article, no doubt about it.
“Gu Changge, besides throwing your weight around and bullying others, what else can you even do?”
Ye Chen spoke again at this moment, glaring at Gu Changge with boundless fury.
As if all of this had been brought upon him by the other man.
If not for him, how would Su Qingge have been personally delivered over by the Supreme Stygian Archbishop?
At this thought, Ye Chen felt a stifling resentment pent up in his chest, wishing he could cut Gu Changge into a thousand pieces.
One whole night—who knew what might happen?
Although he and Su Qingge had once weathered hardships together,
he had always treated her as someone to be admired from afar, never to be touched.
He hadn’t even touched her dress!
Gu Changge remained calm, eyes lowered as he sipped his tea, his expression unchanged, his joy or anger unreadable.
But inwardly, he found it rather amusing.
What the hell does this have to do with me?
In the original owner’s memories, before this, he hadn’t even known a nobody like Ye Chen existed.
As for the Supreme Stygian Archbishop personally delivering his daughter to him—
it wasn’t like he had asked for it.
Sycophancy and bootlicking.
Wasn’t that perfectly normal in every world?
Let alone in a fantasy world where the strong preyed on the weak.
Who could blame him for having a terrifying background?
This Ye Chen had no real skills whatsoever, but he sure was good at pinning blame on others.