The Villain I Loved Has Broken Free and Transmigrated Out of the Story - Chapter 16

The voice fell silent.

Yin Ya patiently waited for a response, but the longer she waited, the sleepier she became. Before hearing anything further, she drifted off into a deep slumber.

Perhaps her restless thoughts had manifested in her dreams. Last night, she had slept soundly until dawn, but tonight, she tossed and turned in a series of bizarre dreams.

She dreamed of Cang Lanyan sitting in an art department music room.

The warm winter sun illuminated the Big Villain’s snow-white hair. Dressed in a pristine white gown, her bare feet rested lightly on the pedals as she slowly placed her hands on the black-and-white keys. With a faint smile, she nodded, as if signaling to an unseen audience.

Just as Yin Ya thought Cang Lanyan was about to play a soothing melody, the pianist suddenly slammed her fists against the keys, singing in a hoarse voice: “I quit! I’m done! Being the Big Villain is exhausting! Damn it, why do I even bother scheming and slaughtering everyone?!”

Yin Ya was stunned by the despair in the voice and the resolute tone. She instinctively wanted to comfort Cang Lanyan, but before she could, Cang Lanyan had already risen and teleported right in front of her. She lifted Yin Ya’s chin, her voice half-threatening, half-pleading: “I want to resign. Your Excellency, God, please kill me! Otherwise…”

“Forget it! I’ve already told you I won’t kill you!” Yin Ya grabbed Cang Lanyan’s wrist, but before she could pull away, she felt a tightness around her waist. Crystal-clear spiritual power coiled around her like a serpent, cleverly wrapping itself around her from head to toe.

Before Yin Ya could catch her breath, thunderous applause erupted from all directions. The surrounding scene had vanished without a trace. A sudden wave crashed over her, sweeping her deep beneath the surface.

“Otherwise, I will inflict upon you… Divine Punishment.”

The icy, merciless voice echoed in Yin Ya’s mind. A coldness poured endlessly into her mouth and nose, greedily stealing the last remaining oxygen.

Realizing she was sinking, Yin Ya panicked and frantically kicked her legs. Fortunately, not long after, a force lifted her back, gently raising her above the water.

Yin Ya instinctively opened her mouth to breathe. A sudden chill ran down her neck, followed by a wetness. Then came a series of soft kisses, rapid and deliberate, like a sewing machine stitching a row along her neck.

“Is it only after making some kind of deal that you’ll agree to me?”

The familiar minty scent filled her nostrils. Still shaken, Yin Ya lowered her gaze and met a pair of affectionate amber eyes.

“If it means my release… then this isn’t entirely unacceptable.” The merman parted her thin lips, and before Yin Ya could react, leaned in closer.

Yin Ya jolted awake, struggling to free herself from the dream. Her mind flooded with the mental shout, “Cang Lanyan, you’ve ruined your villain image!”

The Big Villain kissing her? This was a nightmare!

After mentally grumbling, Yin Ya tried to rub her eyes as usual, but her whole body ached, and she couldn’t move her arms. She forced her eyes open and looked down to see the crystalline spiritual power from her dream now binding her, coiled tightly around her body.

She’d almost forgotten—last night, Cang Lanyan had tied her up and locked her in the bedroom!

The lingering vestiges of dream-induced pleasure vanished instantly, replaced by indignation and fury. Scanning the room and finding Cang Lanyan nowhere in sight, she summoned an unexpected boldness and shouted at the door, “Cang Lanyan! I’ve had a change of heart! I’ll write it right now, so untie me!”

Until Cang Lanyan deliberately went missing last night, Yin Ya had always clung to a sliver of hope.

She believed she could show Cang Lanyan a new world, gradually introducing her to things she’d never experienced before. Once they grew closer, Yin Ya planned to subtly reveal her true identity as the author.

But after being betrayed and left tied up for an entire night, that flickering hope was extinguished, and her heart turned to ash.

The Big Villain was fearless and wielded magic, while Yin Ya was just an ordinary person. Rather than clinging to her stubborn resolve and selfish desires, it would be easier to simply give in.

Exhausted… Let it all burn. Let that heartless villain go to hell!

As Yin Ya muttered inwardly, a white light flashed before her. Cang Lanyan appeared, pointing at her.

Yin Ya felt her body go limp. Before she could even hit the floor, a force lifted her and gently settled her onto Cang Lanyan’s bed.

This time, without waiting for Cang Lanyan to offer the phone, Yin Ya shook out her stiff arms, grabbed the nearby phone and glasses, put on the glasses, and unlocked the phone.

After hastily saving the newly written backstory last night, she had locked her phone. So, as soon as she unlocked it, the saved document popped up on the screen.

“Still want me to write ‘Cang Lanyan dies immediately’?” she asked without looking up.

Cang Lanyan gave a faint affirmation, remaining silent.

Yin Ya typed the line expressionlessly.

But then something strange happened again. The moment the word “death” appeared in the document, the writing software suddenly crashed.

Yin Ya frowned, reopened the software, and tried again.

This time, the software crashed the moment she typed the pinyin for the character “die.”

Her frown deepened, yet she felt a strange sense of relief.

“My apologies, I simply can’t grant you death,” she said, too lazy to try a third time. She set down her phone and looked up at Cang Lanyan, the words “my apologies” carrying a hint of unacknowledged glee she didn’t even notice.

“Is that so?” Cang Lanyan replied softly, her voice devoid of emotion, as if she didn’t care.

“If you have nothing else to say, I’m going to go wash up.” Yin Ya tucked her phone into her pocket and braced herself to stand, but found her legs too weak to bear her weight, both sore and numb.

To avoid kneeling before the Big Villain first thing in the morning, she had no choice but to sit back down, slowly shuffle to the bed frame, and use it to pull herself upright, wobbling slightly as she stood on tiptoe and circled her legs to ease the stiffness.

“I don’t know why you’re so desperate to die,” she murmured, “but since you can’t, you might as well live properly. I’ve tried sending you back, but I’m truly sorry—I just can’t do it.”

Hearing no response from Cang Lanyan, she paused before continuing. “Whether you believe me or not, I’ll say it one last time: you’re a god, I’m not. There’s very little I can do for you. But if it’s just basic needs like food, clothing, and shelter, I can manage. Before you fully understand this world, I hope you’ll stay here, but please stop with the tests.”

Cang Lanyan remained silent, and Yin Ya didn’t expect her to respond. After voicing her thoughts, she was about to shift her weight to another leg when she suddenly felt a cold sensation press against her back. Without warning, it burrowed into her body, icy-cold.

Startled, she didn’t even have a chance to turn and demand an explanation before the chill spread to her limbs. In just a few seconds, the unbearable ache vanished, and her spirits lifted as if her entire body had been washed clean by flowing water.

“The Big Villain seems a bit off today,” Yin Ya thought, glancing at Cang Lanyan’s unusually cold expression.

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