The Villain I Loved Has Broken Free and Transmigrated Out of the Story - Chapter 15

But Yin Ya’s joy was short-lived. Cang Lanyan’s icy fingers suddenly pressed against her ear, and with a swift motion, she tore off Yin Ya’s mask and glasses, pinching them between her fingers.

Caught off guard, Yin Ya’s unrestrained smile froze on her face.

“I was wrong! I was wrong!” Yin Ya suddenly remembered to act contrite, repeating her apology over and over. “I shouldn’t have kept your portrait! I shouldn’t have laughed at you for not being able to destroy it…”

“Silence,” Cang Lanyan interrupted bluntly.

Yin Ya obediently shut her mouth, swallowing hard. Her mind went blank as she shrank back, looking at Cang Lanyan with a pathetic expression, unsure what was coming next.

“Put the laptop back,” Cang Lanyan ordered.

Yin Ya hurriedly climbed the bed ladder, cradling the laptop. She was considering using this opportunity to write down some more rules when she suddenly felt something tighten around her ankle. Turning back, she saw what seemed to be a strand of spiritual power coiling around her ankle.

“Put it away and get down,” Cang Lanyan commanded.

Yin Ya’s heart sank. The Big Villain had probably noticed her discreetly typing on her phone earlier. She barely managed to shove the laptop into the inner side of the bed to prevent it from falling before scrambling down the ladder. Clad in untied canvas shoes, she fidgeted with her clothes, nervously awaiting the Big Villain’s next order.

If I’d known this would happen, I should have written down more rules earlier, she thought. Even if she can’t kill me or destroy electronics, the Big Villain has plenty of other ways to deal with me.

Just as Yin Ya finished thinking, Cang Lanyan said, “Take off all that cumbersome clothing.”

Yin Ya: ?!?

She involuntarily imagined all sorts of suggestive scenarios and shivered, remaining frozen in place.

“Do you want me to help you undress?” Cang Lanyan’s voice darkened.

Yin Ya reluctantly moved, quickly shedding her down jacket to reveal a fluffy white turtleneck sweater.

She dared not put the jacket on Cang Lanyan’s bed. Clutching the garment, she kept glancing at the coat rack, hesitating to speak. Finally, she looked pleadingly at Cang Lanyan.

“Hurry up,” Cang Lanyan said.

Yin Ya quickly went over to hang up her down jacket, taking the opportunity to remove and hang up her scarf and gloves as well. She was still trying to figure out how to protect her remaining clothes when she suddenly felt something tighten around her waist. Then her entire upper body was restrained, her feet left the ground, and she floated in mid-air.

She paled with shock, so nervous she nearly bit her lip off, yet relieved she had hung up her jacket. Otherwise, her phone, tucked in the inner pocket, would have been crushed in the bundle.

In truth, whether it was a spiritual binding or a binding set by the story’s rules, there were always loopholes to exploit, a kind of wordplay game. If Yin Ya could exploit them, the Big Villain could too, even without knowing the details of the binding.

Cang Lanyan was still holding Yin Ya’s mask and glasses. Yin Ya couldn’t see the Big Villain’s expression, still shaken. She hesitated, struggling a little, and the spiritual power binding her suddenly tightened.

Yin Ya immediately gave up resisting, steadying her breathing to calm herself down. Just as she was beginning to imagine what might happen next, the Big Villain dragged her forward.

“Just now, you used that artifact called ‘Mobile Device’ to write a spell that canceled out my magic, didn’t you?” Cang Lanyan gripped the spiritual power rope, her face almost pressed against Yin Ya’s. “How much longer do you intend to hide your true capabilities?”

“I’m not hiding anything…” Yin Ya stammered, trembling.

She wasn’t lying! Writing that backstory had been a desperate last-ditch effort; she never imagined it would come true!

“I am a Primal God,” Cang Lanyan said coldly. “No one has ever been able to bind me like this, unless… it’s a God with greater authority than mine.”

Yin Ya’s heart lurched as she frantically searched her memory for any mention of such a backstory. Before she could recall, Cang Lanyan continued, “If you truly wish to prove you’re not hiding your power, use your ‘Mobile Device’ to write another spell. Let’s see if you can continue to bind me.”

“W-What do you want me to write?” Yin Ya asked urgently.

“Cang Lanyan shall die immediately.” With a flick of her finger, spiritual power lifted the phone from her jacket pocket and floated it to Yin Ya’s side. “Please.”

Yin Ya’s eyes widened, her heart sinking as if she’d plunged into an icy lake. The character she’d created was demanding her own destruction!

The spiritual power binding her wrists released, and her black-framed glasses floated toward her.

She refused to take the phone or glasses, staring at Cang Lanyan. “Why…?”

“Stop asking questions,” Cang Lanyan cut her off. “Just write.”

“I won’t write it!” Yin Ya suddenly raised her voice, speaking recklessly. “I won’t let you die!”

What kind of joke is this? She had written Cang Lanyan as missing precisely because she didn’t want the protagonist to defeat her casually! Otherwise, given her usual methods of dealing with villains, even if Cang Lanyan was truly immortal, she could have invented a new backstory to punish her!

But she genuinely loved the Cang Lanyan character. Refusing to take shortcuts or give up, she had been determined to write a proper ending that stayed true to the character’s essence. That’s why her story had been stalled for so long, and why she ultimately chose the “stopgap measure” of making Cang Lanyan disappear.

And now? Now, the very day her beloved Big Villain had escaped from the book, she was telling Yin Ya she wanted to die, begging her to write her death!

“It seems Your Excellency, God, has the power to grant me ‘death,'” Cang Lanyan said softly. “Why won’t you let me die?”

“I…” Yin Ya opened her mouth, but she didn’t know what to say.

She didn’t know how to explain this “love and being loved” relationship, and she was even less sure whether she should reveal her author identity at this moment.

After a few seconds of hesitation, she steeled herself and declared, “I just won’t write your death!”

“Then Your Excellency will stay here tonight,” Cang Lanyan said with a cold laugh, casually tossing her phone and glasses onto the bed.

No sooner had she spoken than Yin Ya felt herself bound again by spiritual power.

This time, the spiritual chains tightened even more. Though they didn’t hurt, she struggled to breathe, her entire body feeling constricted and uncomfortable.

“Why do you want to die?!” Yin Ya demanded, watching Cang Lanyan turn to leave. “Answer me!”

The merman paused at the doorway but remained silent, walking out of the bedroom without looking back.

The moment the door closed, the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness.

Yin Ya hung suspended in mid-air, breathing cold air, her heart racing while her mind felt utterly blank.

Why? she wondered. Isn’t immortality the lifelong pursuit of every ruler?

Throughout history, emperors wielding absolute power and cultivators defying the heavens… so many had spent their entire lives seeking eternal life. Yet Cang Lanyan wanted to die?

She couldn’t understand it, no matter how she tried.

The more Yin Ya thought about it, the more distressed and wronged she felt. A lump formed in her throat, and tears began to fall.

How could I have such a cruel and heartless Guardian God? she wept. One who only knows how to bully others!

If time could be reversed to the day she first conceived this idea, she would never have favored Cang Lanyan again!

Already exhausted from searching for Cang Lanyan, Yin Ya endured further torment upon returning home. After crying herself out, she drifted into a deep sleep.

In her hazy dreams, Yin Ya faintly heard Cang Lanyan’s voice whisper in her ear:

“Why won’t you let me die?”

Ugh, seriously? Even in my dreams, I can’t escape this suffocating question?

Yin Ya couldn’t hold back any longer. With a bitter scoff, she snapped, “Of course it’s because I love you, you wooden fish!”

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