Daily Life of a Villain at Work [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 79

Chapter 79: My Seventh Day as a Malignant Spirit~

Wen Qingyun’s so-called “spell” was, of course, a bluff. She was busy and had no time to research such tedious energy-draining tricks. However, while she couldn’t literally suck out life essence, she could resolve problems—and people—very quickly and cleanly. So, it wasn’t a total lie.

Chu Yu, for her part, didn’t doubt her. To her, Wen Qingyun was a unique existence: immune to her blood and someone her Master had instructed her to stay on good terms with.

Upon returning to the Bureau, Chu Yu immediately checked the contents of the USB drive. After seeing the images and data within, she froze for a long time. It wasn’t until her Third Senior Sister, who was on duty, tapped her shoulder that she snapped out of it.

“What are you looking at so intently?” Third Senior Sister leaned in, her brow furrowing as she saw the screen. “What is this? Voyeuristic videos? You’re investigating this, Junior Sister?”

Chu Yu bit her lip. “Sister, if I turn these over to law enforcement, what kind of punishment will these people get?”

The Third Senior Sister, who looked twenty-seven but was much older due to her cultivation, sat down beside her. “Do you want the truth?”

“Yes.”

“For those who caused ‘serious consequences,’ they’d get less than two years in prison,” she sighed. “To get a harsher sentence, you’d have to prove they made a profit from distributing the material. It’s hard to handle properly; too many people are involved. Unless the very top levels have a personal interest in it…”

Chu Yu dodged the question of how she got the files. “What should I do?”

“There are nearly a hundred people on this list. You could notify the police, and then maybe… ‘accidentally’ drop a few charms on them,” Senior Sister suggested. “To be honest, two years won’t make them remember the lesson. But being unlucky for a lifetime might.”

Chu Yu looked at her. “Would the Master allow that?”

“If you ask, her answer is ‘No.’ but if you just do it, she won’t say anything,” Senior Sister patted her head. “Master is open-minded. As long as we don’t cause a mass casualty event, she ‘tolerates’ our little mistakes. Want me to help you research a ‘Bad Luck Charm’?”

Chu Yu went quiet. She was wondering if this would satisfy Wen Qingyun. These people hadn’t taken lives, so they shouldn’t have to die, right?

“Sister, can we make them experience what the victims felt?” Chu Yu asked. “What if everyone around them knew exactly what they did? If we expose them and they are simultaneously hit by constant misfortune, would it deter others?”

“In ancient times, they branded criminals with tattoos,” Chu Yu continued. “What if we did something similar? A brand the criminal can’t see, even in a mirror, but everyone else can clearly see the words on their face.”

The Third Senior Sister’s eyes widened. My little sister is a genius! “Great idea, but that’s a supernatural phenomenon. It won’t be allowed to persist by the higher-ups. Better to use a tattoo that only appears under a certain light and looks like a skin disease to doctors. That’s controllable.”

Chu Yu lowered her eyes. “Then we hand the evidence to law enforcement. And we tell them: if this isn’t handled well, these people will face ‘divine retribution.'”

…

With Wen Qingyun’s blessing, Mother Wen met the captured human traffickers as a victim’s family member. Despite knowing her daughter was still “with her” in a sense, Mother Wen lost control when she saw them. She wanted to tear them apart.

When she heard the likely legal outcome, she exploded. “You’re saying the people who kidnapped my daughter only get prison? My daughter’s life is a mystery, and they just get a cell? I want the death penalty. That is the only result I will accept.”

The police understood her, but they couldn’t guarantee it. “Your daughter is currently classified as ‘missing.’ We can’t charge them with ‘trafficking resulting in death’ yet. But we promise, with multiple offenses, they’re looking at ten-plus years.”

Mother Wen became eerily calm. “I do not accept mediation. I want them executed.”

As the case unfolded, more victims were rescued—partly because of the police’s urgency, and partly because local officials feared a supernatural bloodbath if they didn’t act.

…

Wen Qingyun understood that a massive trafficking case took time for evidence and trial. However, she was furious about the hotel’s hidden camera case.

Why were more than half the perpetrators let go with just a fine? Why were the sentences for the rest only a few weeks to a few months?

When Chu Yu came to deliver the blood, Wen Qingyun pinned her against the wall by her collar. “Do you think this result is appropriate?”

“No,” Chu Yu answered instantly.

“Then why didn’t you change it?”

“The local agencies handled it. There were no direct reports from victims and no public outcry, so the sentencing was… unsatisfactory,” Chu Yu stated calmly.

Wen Qingyun studied her. Chu Yu seemed more… human lately. She had her own opinions. “If you aren’t satisfied, do you think I will be? Or are you giving me silent permission to do something to them?”

“If they die mysteriously and it’s reported, I won’t hide the truth for you,” Chu Yu said, meeting her gaze. “They deserve punishment, but they didn’t kill anyone. It’s not a ‘life for a life’ situation.”

Wen Qingyun laughed. “And if a ghost hurts dozens of people without killing them, how do you Taoists handle the ghost? Whether it’s a ‘life for a life’ isn’t up to you. It’s up to me.”

She let go of Chu Yu’s collar. “But I promised not to kill. I won’t break our deal. I have no interest in taking their pathetic lives personally.”

Chu Yu straightened her robe. “There is a Bureau in every province. Some masters are stronger than me. If the anomalies you cause are reported, you will become their target. I won’t shield you if they find evidence.”

“Shield me? You were shielding me?” Wen Qingyun smirked.

Chu Yu skipped the topic. “The police told me your… your family might be at the local station. If you want to visit her in a dream or need me for anything, tell me. But don’t stay near her too long; your yin energy will make her sick.”

Wen Qingyun licked her fangs. “I want to drink fresh blood three days from now. Directly.”

Chu Yu frowned. “I refu—”

“Refuse and I break the deal,” Wen Qingyun threatened smoothly.

Chu Yu: “…” She had no choice. Her morality and responsibility wouldn’t let her say no to a monster that could kill thousands if provoked.

…

Wen Qingyun went back to her mother, leaving the “hidden camera” punishment to Wen Xiao Liu. Xiao Liu didn’t just leak the files to the police; she hacked their social media and sent the evidence of their crimes to their parents, bosses, and friends. Then, she performed a simple “Bad Luck” curse using their birth dates, burying effigies in a massive landfill. As the trash piled up, their luck would dwindle until they met their end by “accident.”

…

Three days later, Chu Yu knocked on Mother Wen’s door in plain clothes. “Hello, Ma’am. I’m here to see Wen Qingyun.”

Mother Wen was wary. “Are you a classmate?”

“A friend. She invited me.” Chu Yu checked Mother Wen’s health. Surprisingly, despite the thick yin energy in the house, Mother Wen was flourishing. The energy wasn’t corroding her; it was acting as a tonic. Wen Qingyun developed a spell to nourish the living with yin energy?

“Mom, this is Chu Yu,” Wen Qingyun walked out, looking very much like a living college student in a T-shirt and slippers. “The ‘kind person’ who gave me five million. She’s half the reason I’m here today.”

Wen Qingyun hooked an arm around Chu Yu’s neck. Chu Yu winced as her vital point was held, but she stayed still.

“Friends are welcome! Want something to drink?” Mother Wen smiled warmly.

“The bottled water in my room is fine,” Wen Qingyun said. “We have business to attend to. Ignore any noise you hear, Mom.”

She dragged Chu Yu into the bedroom and locked the door. She immediately pinned Chu Yu to the door and bit her neck. Chu Yu tilted her head to give her more room. 30ml was supposed to be the limit—just one big gulp.

But Wen Qingyun didn’t stop.

By the time Chu Yu realized something was wrong, she was dizzy from blood loss. She didn’t even have the strength to push her away. “Stop…”

Wen Qingyun had drunk at least 600ml. Chu Yu collapsed into her arms. Wen Qingyun felt a bit guilty as she laid the girl on the bed. She rummaged through Chu Yu’s storage bag for medicine.

“Which one?” she asked, waking the weakened girl.

“Fifth on the left,” Chu Yu rasped.

Wen Qingyun poured the elixir into her mouth. After a while, Chu Yu sat up and stared at her.

“I got carried away,” Wen Qingyun admitted, feeling a rare moment of sheepishness. “As compensation, I won’t ask for your blood for the rest of the month.”

“It’s already the 20th,” Chu Yu muttered. “I fainted… that means I…”

“I’m not listening. This is my limit,” Wen Qingyun cut her off. “Actually, I suspect your blood has an addictive quality. You’re trying to hook me.”

Chu Yu: “?” She’s the one who drank me dry and now she’s blaming me?

“Fine. I’ll let you rest this month,” Wen Qingyun licked her lips. “I won’t act yet. I’ll give the law enforcement another month. If they don’t satisfy me by then, I’ll take over.”

Chu Yu fell silent. Under current legal procedures, a final verdict wouldn’t even be reached by next year, let alone next month. As she rested, she realized: the laws made by those at the top were flawed. Equality was a myth; even the weight of a life differed based on status.

Is this world really worth protecting with my life?

[Congratulations Host, mission progress: 50%.]

The sudden jump startled Wen Qingyun. What happened? I didn’t even drain her dry.

[Data indicates the Protagonist’s worldview is undergoing a massive shift. The Host has made her realize the real world is vastly different from her education. She is beginning to doubt her ingrained values.]

Will Chu Yu’s faith in the “System” break entirely, or will she find a middle ground between her Master’s rules and Wen Qingyun’s justice?