“What the hell? What kind of ultimate bloodbath is this?!”

The scene before him thoroughly startled Yun Mu out of his wits.

The dim, cramped room was an absolute mess. Curled up in the corner was a gaunt, skin-and-bones young man whose hands and feet were bound by chains. His body was crisscrossed with whip marks and dripping with blood, his once-proper disciple robes beaten into a ragged, threadbare state that barely covered him.

The youth was on the verge of dying, yet his beautiful eyes brimmed with deep-seated hatred and a bloodthirsty glare, fixing a vicious stare on Yun Mu as if he wanted to drag him down into the endless abyss together. If he had even an ounce of strength left at that moment, he probably would have torn Yun Mu limb from limb and stripped away his flesh, leaving no way for Yun Mu to stand as composedly as he was now, leaning against the wall.

Terrifying…

Having just regained consciousness, Yun Mu only felt his mind in complete chaos. His mouth tasted of blood, while a faint floral and herbal fragrance drifted through the air.

Yun Mu’s pupils suddenly constricted as he blankly stared at the side of the youth’s neck, where distinct bite marks still remained, with bright gold blood oozing out drop by drop.

Hisssss—

What on earth is going on here?!

[Ding! You have successfully entered the mission world “Desolate Sky Demon God: Counterattack of the Black Lotus,” loading character profile…]

The voice prompt in his sea of consciousness successfully reminded Yun Mu that he had also bound himself to a system.

Originally, he had been a promising young man of the 21st century who unfortunately died in an explosion caused by a gas leak on a well-known food street. His unjustly wronged soul could find no release, wandering around the accident site for a full ten years.

Then one day, by chance, he encountered an ownerless system that claimed to have a way to help him break free from his shackles and head smoothly to the underworld to report, granting him an exception for reincarnation without needing a lottery queue.

However, the premise was that he had to bind himself to it to complete missions, gather energy to repair the plot of the small worlds, and help it upgrade.

After being worn down by its endless pestering for a long time, he reluctantly accepted its pie in the sky. Who would have thought this unreliable piece of junk would be so untrustworthy? It had shuttled back and forth more than ten times. Either the timeline was messed up, the mission world was wrong, or the host body was unsuitable he died faster each time. Was there anyone in this world more miserable than him?

To be honest, it wasn’t like he absolutely had to reincarnate right away; he could still hang on for a few more years. Word had it that the street was going to be rebuilt, and his prospects for the future probably wouldn’t have been too bad.

At this thought, Yun Mu secretly raised his gaze to look at the youth in front of him, his delicate eyebrows gradually knotting into a dead lock. He suddenly realized that no matter how many times he died a painless death, it didn’t seem quite as miserable anymore.

Yun Mu: [Little System, what is going on right now?]

System: [Mu’Mu, you are currently the cannon-fodder, vicious master in the mission world “Desolate Sky Demon God: Counterattack of the Black Lotus.” You can flip through the preceding content yourself whenever you have time. The current plot has reached the point where the vicious master has been heavily wounded by the Demon Lord, causing his realm to plummet, leading him to whip his little disciple (who is the villainous male lead of this book) and lose emotional control for the first time by biting him.]

$Sigma(xuetext{ }ketext{ “a}$ Yun Mu: [What? Th-this stimulating?!]

System: [Due to multiple leaps, energy is running low, and I am about to enter sleep mode. The plot of this world has already been transmitted to you. You need to maintain the plot and your character setting, and you must absolutely not OOC (Out of Character). Once an OOC violation is detected, you will receive high-intensity purple lightning punishments after three warnings, and in severe cases, you might even be purged by the Plot Sovereign. So you must hold your ground. The mission progress bar will pop up automatically and will not be affected. Do a good job completing the repair of the worldline, accumulate energy, and let’s look forward to leaving early.]

Yun Mu: [Hey, wait]

Coming and going as it pleased was this something a human being would do?

Well, to begin with, it wasn’t human.

Main Mission: Without going OOC, prevent the villainous male lead, Sui Yu, from falling into darkness, and hold onto your own life.

Sui Yu’s Current Corruption Value: $99 + 0.01 + 0.02 + dots%$

Host’s Current Health Points: $60%$ (During the injury period, resting properly is recommended)

Ha. My mind is completely numb.

Just lie flat!

Just let it all be destroyed!

Stop trying to save it!

What kind of demonic mission demands both sides of every coin?!

In his sea of consciousness, a book titled “Desolate Sky Demon God: Counterattack of the Black Lotus” floated brightly. On its cover, a black lotus against a white background with gold-stamped characters looked prominent, eye-catching, and rather high-end.

Yun Mu skimmed through it hastily. Early on, the protagonist’s destiny is full of twists and turns. After completing various progress bars of victimization, he ultimately returns in a counterattack to carry out a series of immensely satisfying, salted-fish-turning-the-tables plots. After all, this was a great male-lead counterattack web novel, and these tropes were standard operating procedure.

The male lead, Sui Yu  was a half-demon. Because he could not control the spiritual power within his body during childhood, a pair of fluffy white beast ears always sat atop his head.

His mother had disappeared after his birth, and his father, serving as the Prefect of Liangzhou in the Zhaoyue Kingdom, had never paid any attention to him since he was a child.

Sui Yu was nine years old when the original host picked him up from a mass grave. His small, frail body had been beaten beyond recognition; beneath him lay piles of bleaching bones, surrounded by chilling, eerie winds.

Even for the cold and aloof Immortal Lord, it was the first time he felt a shred of empathy. Yet, that lofty and dignified posture was merely a surface appearance, while a tyrannical and crazed nature was his true essence.

None of his disciples escaped being subjected to private punishments under various pretexts some more than others which was practically common knowledge within the Luoxuan Sect.

Ever since Sui Yu was brought into the sect and taken in as the youngest disciple, the Immortal Lord had uncharacteristically paid extraordinary attention to him, never once beating, scolding, or even teaching him harshly. This naturally left the other disciples quite dissatisfied, and behind closed doors, they frequently bullied him under the guise of senior brothers and sisters. Yet, the boy was far too enduring and never uttered a single complaint.

It wasn’t that Yun Mu had turned over a new leaf; after all, the persona of the vicious master remained. He was simply taking a different path to alter the rules of the game.

However, the event that truly caused Sui Yu to harbor hatred toward Yun Mu was this very incident.

Because of Yun Mu’s battle with the Demon Lord Qian Zhou, he had sustained severe injuries, causing his cultivation realm to drop drastically. In a moment of emotional agitation, the Six-Desires Soul-Breaking Curse within his body flared up repeatedly. Today was simply Sui Yu’s bad luck: he had come merely to check on his master’s injuries, only to throw himself right into the line of fire. He was dragged into the dark room, subjected to a brutal whipping and torment, and finally, bitten viciously in a frenzy.

This completely burned away the last tiny shred of life-saving grace. In the end, Sui Yu ceased placing any hope in this world, his hatred breeding in secret while he outwardly put on an increasingly pure and harmless facade.

Yet, in the face of absolute strength, no matter how well-disguised the surface appearance was, it proved useless. Ultimately, he still could not escape the fate of having his core dug out, and when he attempted to detonate himself as a sacrificial array, Yun Mu knocked him down a cliff.

Naturally, as the great male lead of the book, he could not simply end up dead; rising from a desperate situation is just standard procedure.

[This is a hell-level difficulty! Wait, hold on?! What is the master’s end in the original text—oh, holy crap!]

The original text was written like this:

…Inside the pitch-black stone chamber where you couldn’t even see your hand before your face, iron chains hung everywhere. The tip of the nose was filled with a heavy, thick stench of blood, and dangling in the uneven corner was a person—if that could still even be considered a ‘person’.

This ‘person’ was disheveled and unkempt, practically indistinguishable from a madman. A circular iron ring was clamped around his slender waist, trapping the majority of his torso within it, while his hands were hoisted high up. Several blackened scabs of dried blood flowed down from his wrists, vanishing into his tattered sleeves. His legs dangled limply; his meridians and bones had long since been shattered, yet he somehow clung to a single breath. If anyone touched him, they would only hear a muffled, hoarse “ya-ah” sound squeezed from the depths of his throat evidently, his tongue had also been ruthlessly pulled out by someone, making it impossible for him to utter a complete word or sentence.

“Hiss”

Yun Mu drew a sharp breath. Death itself wasn’t terrifying; if it were quick, you wouldn’t even feel a thing. What was truly terrifying was—being worse off than dead!

Three hundred years, immortal and indestructible, enduring cyclical tortures of soul-extraction, bone-scraping, stone-grinding, and blade-sawing every single day.

Yun Mu felt as though his entire being was plunging into an emotional breakdown.