The Villain I Loved Has Broken Free and Transmigrated Out of the Story - Chapter 7

Yin Ya couldn’t help but recall “The Awakening of the Fictional Character.”

In that trope, a character from a book breaks free from their original narrative, develops independent thoughts, and escapes the constraints of the plot to forge a path entirely beyond the author’s control.

Her desperate efforts to protect her author persona now made sense. She had feared the Big Villain would discover she was the one who had written her tragic fate. Looking back, her caution had been entirely justified.

The Big Villain empathized with the smartphone, programmed by humans to follow its prescribed function. Wasn’t that a reflection of her own fate, meticulously orchestrated by others?

Understanding this, Yin Ya couldn’t help but shiver.

She suddenly felt that the Big Villain cutting the data cable earlier was a warning shot across the bow, a way of killing a chicken to scare the monkeys. After all, in a sense, Yin Ya was the bridge between the real world and the world of the book.

But—but they’d only interacted briefly. Could the Big Villain really have connected the dots that quickly? Last night, while she was editing the manuscript, the Big Villain’s magic surveillance hadn’t detected her at all!

Moreover, if the Big Villain had truly uncovered something, she would have tested Yin Ya long ago, rather than continuing to treat her as a believer, protecting and observing her as she did now.

Yin Ya’s mind twisted itself into knots with wild guesses. Afraid that lingering in her bedroom too long might arouse suspicion, she forced herself to maintain a calm expression and returned to the living room.

She didn’t dare speak to the Big Villain, who was still angry, but the villain had no intention of letting her off the hook. The moment Yin Ya emerged, she barked, “Come here.”

Feeling both guilty and ashamed, Yin Ya adjusted her glasses and obediently approached Cang Lanyan, standing across the computer desk from her.

Cang Lanyan extended her hand, and spiritual power surged from her palm, stretching and quickly transforming into a white data cable—identical to the one that had been snapped in two earlier, even down to the same wear and tear details.

“My earlier behavior was inappropriate. This is my compensation for you.” Cang Lanyan’s fingers twitched slightly, and the data cable floated to Yin Ya. “Unlike the jellyfish and flowers, it won’t dissipate.”

Yin Ya never expected her to offer compensation and was taken aback.

Though she knew the data cable was merely a decorative replica and couldn’t be used, she still repeatedly said, “It’s alright,” as she accepted it. She carefully folded the cable and stored it in her bedroom with her spare laptop.

This is a gift from the Big Villain. Treasuring it is definitely the right choice, and it’ll prevent me from accidentally using it.

When Yin Ya emerged from her bedroom again, the takeout delivery had just arrived.

Hearing a faint noise at the door, Yin Ya instinctively tensed up. She stood frozen, clutching her phone, until it vibrated with a private message from the delivery platform. Only then did she walk toward the security door, glancing at the photo sent by the delivery person.

She wondered how the Big Villain had managed to pick up the morning delivery. The security lock was still in place, so Yin Ya waited a moment by the door before opening it and retrieving the lamb noodle soup hanging from the doorknob.

As soon as she closed the door, Cang Lanyan asked, “Why are you so cautious even when retrieving food?”

“I’m just shy around strangers,” Yin Ya replied quickly.

That wasn’t the whole truth, but she didn’t know how to explain her concerns to the Big Villain, nor did she think there was any need to. Having lived alone here for three years, she was used to her habits and had no intention of changing them.

However, this answer didn’t satisfy Cang Lanyan, who shot her a suspicious look.

Confused by the stare, Yin Ya simply smiled. She settled onto the sofa with her lunch, quickly untied the knotted string, and pulled out the separately packed kimchi.

As Yin Ya lifted the plastic lid, the fragrant aroma of cilantro, chili peppers, and lamb vermicelli wafted out, stirring her appetite. With a quick stir of her chopsticks, the tantalizing scent quickly filled the room.

The delicious food struck a chord of joy in Yin Ya’s heart. She happily opened the box of pickles, ready to add them to the soup as usual, when she felt a cold gaze pierce her.

Yin Ya didn’t need to guess who it was. The Big Villain was undoubtedly annoyed by the strong lamb flavor. But there was no way she would give up her craving for a fictional character, even if that character was the Big Villain.

Unfazed, Yin Ya poured the pickles into the soup, ignoring Cang Lanyan’s murderous glare. She took off her glasses, slurped up a big mouthful of noodles, and drank some hot soup, feeling her whole body revive.

She quickly ate until she was sweating profusely, her body warm and her mood lifting.

Suddenly, worries about whether a fictional character would awaken or not seemed unimportant.

After finishing half a bowl of noodles with pickles, Yin Ya finally heard Cang Lanyan ask, “What exactly are you eating?”

“Lamb Vermicelli,” Yin Ya mumbled, her mouth still full as she chewed.

“Does lamb really taste that good?” Cang Lanyan asked again.

“Whether it’s gamey or not depends on how the chef prepares it,” Yin Ya said, swallowing her food. “If it’s prepared poorly, it can be unpalatable. But this restaurant’s lamb noodle soup is authentically flavorful. I’ve eaten it for three years and barely noticed any gaminess…”

As she spoke, she suddenly recalled how the Merman Clan used raw lamb in their sacrificial rites to the God, as a sign of piety. The meat wasn’t even boiled, let alone cooked with a variety of spices.

Judging by Cang Lanyan’s reaction, even if she’d never eaten raw lamb, she must have suffered plenty from its strong, gamey smell.

She looked up at Cang Lanyan and abruptly changed the subject: “Would you like to try some? A bowl of lamb noodle soup can be prepared quickly.”

She spoke without wearing her glasses, unable to see the Big Villain’s expression. She only sensed the gaze that had been fixed on her finally thaw.

“…Yes.” Cang Lanyan’s agreement seemed to come after much deliberation.

The portion of lamb noodle soup was generous. After finishing most of it, Yin Ya wiped her mouth and hands, put on her glasses, and quickly tapped away at her phone.

“Can you handle scallions, cilantro, and chili peppers? This place has pretty strong flavors.”

“Just make it as usual.”

“Are you sure?” Yin Ya paused, looking at her in surprise.

Cang Lanyan also stopped flipping through her book, her brow furrowing slightly, seeming a bit displeased. “No need to say more.”

Yin Ya didn’t press further. But as she continued preparing the order, she still checked the “small portion” box and noted to leave out the cilantro, chili peppers, and kimchi.

Even without those seasonings, the broth alone was flavorful enough. After all, the Big Villain was just trying a taste, not filling her stomach. Better not to waste the ingredients.

After placing the order, Yin Ya finished off the remaining lamb noodle soup. She tidied up the packaging, stacking it with the morning’s bowl of mixed noodles, and took it out to the smart trash bin in the hallway before hurrying back home.

The moment Yin Ya closed the door behind her, Cang Lanyan asked, “You’re shy and afraid of strangers, so why did you dare go out alone?”

Yin Ya was about to say that no one was outside at that hour, but seeing the Light Screen still enveloping her, she had a sudden idea. “Because you’re protecting me now!”

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