After the White Moonlight Transmigrated into the Villain (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 1

Lan Tian was awakened by a firm grip on his throat.

He pried open his eyes, which felt as though they had been glued shut, and was instantly struck by a wave of oxygen deprivation. Someone was pinning him down, choking him with lethal force. He struggled instinctively, reaching up to pry the hand away, but the person pressing down on him only tightened their grip. Lan Tian’s vision rolled back; his face turned a deep, congested purple.

He was one step away from transmigrating his soul straight to the gates of the Underworld.

However, drawing on a sudden, inexplicable surge of strength, he managed to throw the person off and onto the floor.

As his windpipe was freed, a rush of air flooded his lungs. Lan Tian inhaled greedily, like someone starving for oxygen. In his haste, he inhaled too sharply and began to choke on his own saliva. He scrambled to his hands and knees, wheezing uncontrollably as saliva dripped onto the floor in a pathetic display.

“Heh! It seems the poison given to Senior Brother wasn’t enough…” A crisp, youthful voice echoed in his ears.

Senior Brother? Poison? Lan Tian coughed while listening to the boy’s words in stunned confusion.

What is going on? He was supposed to be accepting an award—he even had a one-thousand-yuan prize waiting for him! How had he ended up here, moments away from being strangled?

Thinking this, Lan Tian turned his head, bewildered. He had never held a grudge against anyone in his life; who could be so ruthless as to try to kill him the moment they saw him?

Just as he turned his head, the boy stood up and crouched back down. He seemed to be holding a round object, but Lan Tian could not see him clearly; the boy was positioned against the backlight, appearing only as a humanoid shadow.

“Who… are you?” Lan Tian lay on the ground. A sharp, piercing pain radiated from his throat. He tried to speak, but he couldn’t even emit a single sound.

“Senior Brother…”

The boy leaned in close, his face obscured, his warm breath fanning across Lan Tian’s skin.

“I…” Lan Tian desperately wanted to speak. After a long struggle, he finally managed a single syllable.

Before he could finish, the boy gave a wicked smirk and raised his hand. The next moment, a heavy object smashed into Lan Tian’s head without a hint of mercy.

Lan Tian collapsed instantly. His vision, which had only just cleared, was once again obscured by blood. The pain in his head became agonizing; the blow had left a visible depression in his skull. In his current state, Lan Tian looked absolutely miserable—dirty, his hair matted like weeds, his face covered in blood, and his body twitching involuntarily.

He slumped to the ground and soon lost consciousness.

The boy didn’t care. He checked for a pulse; it was still faintly fluttering. With a cold glance, he tossed the blood-stained object aside.

Through the fog of unconsciousness, Lan Tian felt his body being dragged…

Lan Tian woke up again, this time to the sensation of wind whipping against him.

“Hiss…” The intense pain in his head made him instantly alert. He opened his eyes, but everything he saw was red. He reached up, feeling an unusual stickiness on his face. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was dried blood.

As his senses returned, he realized something was wrong. Why… am I in the air?

“You certainly woke up fast,” the boy’s voice came from above.

Lan Tian was startled and kicked his legs in the air.

“Don’t move!” the boy snapped irritably.

Lan Tian realized the boy was flying on a sword, dragging him by the collar. Beneath them lay a vast, yawning abyss. Far below, he could see tiny green specks—forests!

Wait… He felt a sense of surrealism. Am I dreaming? How could I dream of someone sword-flying? And why are there forests below?

“Ha!” Perhaps amused by the absurdity of his own dream, he forgot his pain and let out a laugh.

That laugh caused the boy above to erupt. He tightened his grip on Lan Tian’s collar, choking him again. Lan Tian struggled to pull at the fabric, trying to prevent his neck from being crushed.

“Does it feel good? Did you think of this when you killed my Senior Sister?” The boy whispered into his ear, his voice so crisp and clear it sent a shiver through Lan Tian’s brain.

“What? Killing!” Lan Tian could speak now, but his mind couldn’t process this. Where am I? What am I doing?

As if responding to his confusion, a window popped up in his mind—the interface of a group chat.

The title of the group read in bold, red characters: “Troublemakers’ Little Group.”

What is this? Lan Tian was beyond stunned.

[What is this?]

Simultaneously, a message was sent from his side of the screen. His avatar was black, and his username read: “Main Plot Villain.”

The group chat immediately became lively.

Spicy Main Plot: [Wow, welcome the newbie…] Little Branch NPC: [Welcome, welcome.] Main Plot Boss: [Hey, Admin, did you forget to disable the pain sensors again?]

A red avatar named “Little Meng Meng” (Admin) replied: [Oh, I think I really did forget. So sorry, my lord! I’ll enable it for you right away. Please don’t report me, muah, love you!]

Main Plot Boss: [You do this every time…]

Lan Tian was dumbfounded, staring at the chat in his mind and the little heart icons. Am I going crazy? But just then, he felt the pain in his head—and the suffocating pressure on his neck begin to fade away.

Is this real?!

He inadvertently sent the message: [Is this real?!]

Responses flooded in, one after another.

Little Branch NPC: [Every newbie reacts like this… Hahaha.] Main Plot Boss: [You’re laughing? Didn’t you cry the hardest back when you were new?] Little Transparent NPC: [Yeah, yeah.] Little Branch NPC: [Emmmm, don’t expose me in front of the newbie, okay…] Little Meng Meng: [Dear Lord, your current role is the Villain.]

As soon as Little Meng Meng spoke, others chimed in, scrolling the messages quickly.

Little Transparent NPC: [w] Spicy Main Plot: [Er, let me explain: ‘w’ means ‘what’.] Spicy Main Plot: [Wait, what! A human is playing the Villain now?] Main Plot Boss: [I’m no boss! Senior, please guide me!] Little Branch NPC: [My god, please guide us!]

Lan Tian was still reeling in the wind. What the hell! Where am I? What am I doing?

Little Meng Meng: [Everyone, please be quiet. The Villain is currently in the middle of a mission. The group chat will reopen once the mission is complete, muah.] Little Branch NPC: [It’s open even during a mission? Looks like Little Meng Meng is glitching again…]

The messages stopped, and the interface slowly faded from his mind.

“Oh! Getting quiet now? Thinking you’re about to die?” The boy tightened his grip on the collar as if to show off, eagerly waiting to see his Senior Brother looking pathetic again.

However, Lan Tian let his hands drop. He felt nothing—no pain, no suffocation. It was as if a tightly coiled string had finally snapped. After all that abuse, he was tired. So… he blurred his eyes and began to drift off to sleep.

Yu Shengyan lifted him up to check, seeing his eyes were unfocused, his eyelids fluttering weakly. With his face covered in blood, he truly looked like he was at death’s door.

Yu Shengyan was surprised. Senior Brother couldn’t possibly die this easily. What about his cultivation? Does a single blow to the head really kill him?

Then, annoyance flared up in him. How can he die after experiencing so little pain? He shook Lan Tian violently, as if shaking a ragdoll.

Lan Tian was already drifting into a daze. The violent shaking felt like a gentle, rhythmic swaying—the kind that might rock a baby to sleep.

Little Meng Meng popped up again: [My lord, I am so sorry. It was truly my negligence. I have now lowered the difficulty of the rookie mission for you. Please, get some rest, muah.]

Lan Tian thought Little Meng Meng was quite kind. The more Yu Shengyan shook him, the more hypnotized Lan Tian became.

Yu Shengyan noticed that the more he tried to provoke him, the more Lan Tian’s eyes closed. Anxiety began to set in. No, no, you can’t die so easily. I haven’t let you taste the pain of the volcanic flames yet.

Gritting his teeth, he accelerated the sword flight.

Soon, they arrived at their destination: a volcano. He hung Lan Tian over the crater, where plumes of searing, terrifying heat surged upward.

“Senior Brother! Wake up!” Yu Shengyan slapped his face twice, but Lan Tian only managed a tiny slit of an opening in his eyes.

It was almost comical Yu Shengyan had intended to play him to death, but now he was desperate for him to stay conscious. Irritated that his volcano hadn’t achieved its purpose he hadn’t seen his Senior Brother begging for mercy, and the flames were so hot that he feared Lan Tian might die before even touching the lava.

Lan Tian drifted. Even though falling asleep in mid-air was unwise, he was exhausted. Finally, he gave up, his head tilting to the side, dangling in the air.

Because Yu Shengyan was holding him by the back of his collar, he noticed immediately when the head slumped. Yu Shengyan was livid. How can you die so easily!

In a fit of frustration, he threw the body about to vent his anger. The angle was too steep, and his hand slipped. Lan Tian fell like a discarded doll, his tattered clothes fluttering in the wind as he plummeted toward the molten, glowing lava in the heart of the volcano.