System, You Didn't Say the Villain Can Read Minds! - Chapter 7

Chapter 7

◎Kiss.◎

Woof?

What does that mean?

Mo Jiu’s brain lagged for a moment.

She had thought Yun Wenzhou might use the floating hard objects to smash her, or that Yun Wenzhou might do nothing, watching her like it was a show.

But she never expected that after she said such an insulting thing as “you are my dog,” Yun Wenzhou’s reaction would be to get up, embrace her when she nearly fell, and “woof” in her ear.

What was the meaning of this?

I am your dog… is that it?

The system screamed frantically in Mo Jiu’s mind: Scold her! Hit her! Insult her! Torture her! This is the final mission, pull yourself together!

Mo Jiu violently shoved Yun Wenzhou away, stumbled back a few steps, and then grabbed the ceramic cup floating nearby and threw it at Yun Wenzhou!

“Don’t touch me! You monster!”

‘No, you’re not. You’re the most beautiful baby in the world.’

The ceramic cup flew rapidly toward Yun Wenzhou but stopped half a meter away from her, hovering in front of her.

Yun Wenzhou caught the cup, lifted her legs, and floated in the air with her legs crossed, as if suspended in colorless, transparent water, her long, dark hair flowing behind her.

She made the 1.5-liter bottle of purified water unscrew its own cap and pour half a cup into her ceramic cup.

She elegantly raised the cup, took a sip of the water, and then spoke to Mo Jiu: “Sister, I know what you are afraid of. Don’t worry, I will soon get rid of all the things you fear.”

Mo Jiu looked up at her, watching the faint smile on her lips. At this moment, she truly felt the pressure of the ultimate villain.

The Yun Wenzhou before her exuded an air of effortless competence and casual dominance in every gesture, completely different from the weak, pitiful, and helpless appearance she had as a child.

But what was she saying?

The things I fear?

Mo Jiu didn’t even know what she was afraid of herself.

Could Yun Wenzhou get rid of the system?

System: Keep provoking her, don’t just stare!

Mo Jiu: My brain is lagging. Do you have specific lines?

System: System searching… Search failed. I only have the original host’s lines where she cried and begged for mercy.

Mo Jiu: “…”

System: She can manipulate objects. Don’t throw things at her. Use close combat, not long-range attacks!

Mo Jiu: But wouldn’t that be OOC?

Bullying someone who seems weaker than herself is taking advantage of the weak, which fits the original host’s arrogant and overbearing personality.

But would the original host really have the guts to confront someone who clearly looks dangerous?

As the system said, it could only find the original host’s lines of crying and begging for mercy.

The mission must be completed, but breaking the character design is also not allowed.

Besides, the mission requires her to provoke Yun Wenzhou. She has provoked her, but if Yun Wenzhou refuses to kill her, there’s nothing she can do.

The system was rendered momentarily unresponsive by Mo Jiu’s question. After a long pause, it gave no reply.

Mo Jiu improvised and said to Yun Wenzhou: “The things I fear? What do I have to be afraid of? Don’t assume you understand me! A dog wants to guess its owner’s thoughts?”

‘Doesn’t that kill me?’

“Did I allow you to fly? Get down here! Kneel before me! You are not allowed to look up unless I tell you to!”

‘Do I really want to leave this world?’

“I hate you! I wish I could trample you underfoot!”

‘That’s not true… In this world, you are the only person I don’t hate.’

What villain, what mission, what book repository system—none of that matters.

Mo Jiu knew she was an NPC, but as a consciousness, a soul with self-awareness, this was the first world she had experienced, the world where she was born. Yun Wenzhou was the only family she recognized.

She didn’t want to be killed by Yun Wenzhou. She wanted to survive in this world and witness Yun Wenzhou’s future, whether it was good or bad.

All her attention, all her affection, had been given to Yun Wenzhou, and she had none left to give to anyone else in this book.

She didn’t even mind if the ending of the book was Yun Wenzhou successfully defeating the protagonist and ruling the world.

“I hate you…”

The meteor shower outside the window continued. Mo Jiu was forced back into a corner by the violent shaking of the ground.

She repeated words that might provoke Yun Wenzhou, waiting for death to arrive.

However, after listening quietly for a while, Yun Wenzhou flew down in front of her, and then—

She knelt down on one knee.

Mo Jiu’s pupils contracted. She looked at her in disbelief.

In Mo Jiu’s astonished gaze, Yun Wenzhou gently took one of her hands, lowered her head, and pressed a kiss on her fingertip.

She knows what Sister is afraid of.

She has always known.

Sister is afraid of the unknown future.

Bullying me, this ‘outsider,’ is the education Sister received through immersion since childhood. In Sister’s understanding, to survive in this world, she must do this. She is afraid that if she doesn’t do this, something bad will happen, so no matter how much she struggles internally, she must pretend to bully me like her parents do.

But Sister’s worldview is wrong. The law of the jungle is the true nature of this world.

The reason I was bullied by those shameless people was not because I was an ‘outsider,’ but because I was too weak.

Now, I have gained power. The change in order is imminent. Sister senses this change but is not yet ready to embrace it.

It’s alright. Everything takes time to adjust. Sister will adapt.

Didn’t I adapt to all the years of neglect and humiliation?

After kissing Mo Jiu’s fingertip, Yun Wenzhou raised her eyes to meet Mo Jiu’s gaze and curved her lips into a smile: “Sister, whether you hate me or not, I don’t hate you. Wait for me for a moment. I’ll be right back.”

After saying this, she let go of Mo Jiu’s hand and left the room.

The meteor shower outside the window stopped. The unpleasant scorched smell was very noticeable even through the tightly closed window.

Mo Jiu stood in a daze in Yun Wenzhou’s room, unable to process what Yun Wenzhou had said and done before leaving.

Why?

Although she had never struck Yun Wenzhou heavily, she had done plenty of things to hurt her, always belittling her tirelessly and even slapping her.

If the same things were done to her by others, after gaining power, she would at least crush them underfoot and make them feel the sting of being belittled, even if she didn’t kill them.

But after Yun Wenzhou gained power, her way of treating her was almost the same as before.

The only difference was the absence of that cautious feeling, replaced by a more active, relaxed, and masterful demeanor.

How could this be?

Where did things go wrong?

Mo Jiu called out to the system in her mind, but the system remained silent.

When the system was present, Mo Jiu couldn’t wait to get rid of it.

But when the system truly vanished, she felt helpless, completely unsure what to do next.

She stood still and sorted out her chaotic thoughts, then went to the window to look at the view outside.

Everywhere were fragments of buildings shattered by the scattered meteorites.

Some buildings emitted black smoke, while others were entirely consumed by fire.

The firelight dyed the sky a strange dark red. The apocalyptic scene was horrifying.

Mo Jiu realized she was originally not supposed to see this scene, which gave her a sense of unreality, like spatial distortion.

She felt like she was watching a movie, not witnessing the imminent collapse of an established order.

Where did Yun Wenzhou go? What is she doing now?

Without the system’s restraint, Mo Jiu followed her inner curiosity, left the room, and stepped into the living room.

She heard the distant screams of her “parents” and smelled the thick scent of blood.

She saw the man with a fruit knife piercing one of his hands, pinning him to the wall, his face filled with terror.

She saw the woman huddled in the corner, not daring to move, uncontrollably sobbing.

Yun Wenzhou was floating in the living room, saying in her clear, cold voice and indifferent tone: “Why are you running? Scared now? Isn’t it a little late? It’s time to settle the accounts for what you owe me over the years.”

“First, I have a question for you: Who killed my mother?”

Hearing this, Mo Jiu looked confused.

She knew Yun Wenzhou would make these wicked people pay, but…

‘Didn’t Yun Wenzhou’s birth mother die in a car accident?’

The man indeed argued: “What are you talking about? Your mom died in a car accident! What does that have to do with us?”

With just a look from Yun Wenzhou, the fruit knife rotated 90 degrees in the man’s wound, forcing him to let out a bloodcurdling scream!

Immediately after, she controlled a kitchen knife to fly in front of the woman.

The woman was terrified and confessed on the spot: “It has nothing to do with me! He tampered with the car’s brakes! He killed your mother! I was never involved from beginning to end!”

“What nonsense are you spouting!” the man shouted defensively. “You’re trying to clear your name so cleanly! You were the one who told me to marry that woman! You were the one who told me to kill her! You were plotting all along! You took that woman’s money, moved into that woman’s house, and now you want to wash your hands of it? Do you have a conscience!”

Mo Jiu leaned against the doorframe with one hand, unable to believe what she had just heard.

‘What does that mean? The car accident that caused Yun Wenzhou’s birth mother’s death wasn’t an accident?’

‘They’ve been living off Yun Wenzhou’s birth mother’s money all this time?’

‘Is this why the man had the audacity to not go out to work? He thinks he ‘earned’ this money?’

‘Ha.’

Because this world was created based on the content of a book, Mo Jiu had never questioned the logic of certain settings.

For example, why the man could laze around at home all day, and the family still lived comfortably.

For example, why the man was practically useless, yet still had a wife.

Turns out he had this ‘glorious history’?

Yun Wenzhou could grasp the full situation through the internal thoughts of these two scoundrels, but she wasn’t interested in listening. Her attention was almost entirely drawn to Mo Jiu’s internal thoughts.

Sister really didn’t know anything.

Sister is going to feel sorry for me again.

The argument between the two criminals continued. Both were desperately defending themselves, trying to shift all the blame onto the other.

“She instigated it all! If she hadn’t instigated it, I would never have done such a beastly thing!”

“You did what I told you? Are you that obedient to me? I truly regret not stopping you!”

Yun Wenzhou laughed: “Heh, what a fierce argument. It’s almost as if settling this argument means I’ll let one of you live. Do you really take me for a judge?”

At this, the couple’s argument paused as if a button had been hit. The entire living room fell into an eerie silence.

They both recalled everything they had done to Yun Wenzhou over the years, and a chill ran down their spines.

They finally realized that Yun Wenzhou wasn’t here to pass judgment; she was here for revenge.

From the moment she pinned the man’s hand to the wall with the fruit knife, she never intended to let them live. She just wanted to satisfy her curiosity about the past.

The woman caught sight of Mo Jiu at the doorway in her peripheral vision and wanted to ask her to plead on her behalf, but seeing Mo Jiu’s lowered head and cold expression, she actually had this thought:

‘Did she instigate Little Zhou?’

‘She found out about me cheating on her father with another man, didn’t she?’

When one has a guilty conscience, their thoughts become distorted.

Mo Jiu didn’t know her nominal mother had other men outside of marriage. The reason for her cold face was simply her shock that the car accident was not an accident and her belief that these two scoundrels deserved to die.

She waited for Yun Wenzhou to kill them, as written in the book, to avenge herself and Yun Wenzhou’s birth mother.

However, Yun Wenzhou was not in a hurry to do so. Instead, she asked Mo Jiu: “Sister, how do you think I should handle them?”

Mo Jiu looked up to meet her gaze.

Without the guidance of the system, Mo Jiu didn’t know if she should plead for her nominal parents’ lives to avoid being OOC, or if she should follow the plot’s development and encourage Yun Wenzhou to kill them.

She waited for a while. Seeing that Yun Wenzhou was still looking at her, not just asking casually but truly wanting her to make a decision… she chose to follow her genuine inner thoughts.

“A life for a life is only right.”

‘A life for a life is only right.’

—For the first time, her spoken words and internal thoughts overlapped.

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