Transmigrated as the Paranoid Villain’s Silly Little Sun - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The AI butler carried the unconscious Fu Yiyang, leading the way for the ostentatious Ye Zhuo back to the villa’s master bedroom.

In the pitch-black basement, nothing could be seen clearly. Now in the bedroom, Ye Zhuo finally got a good look at the face of the great villain, Fu Yiyang, from the book “Starry Love.”

Fairly speaking, the man was good-looking. His skin was extremely fair, appearing almost excessively pale against his dark clothing. His sword-like eyebrows flew outward, his eyes were long and narrow, and his lips were pressed thin; the lines of his face looked as if they were carved from stone.

Likely feeling unwell, his brow was tightly furrowed, his eyelids twitched occasionally, and his hands were clenched into fists. His whole body was tense, as if even in sleep, he was fighting against something.

He looked somewhat pitiful; one could hardly see the shadow of the future rebel who would turn against humanity and destroy the world.

The AI butler, equipped with a simple medical module, was giving Fu Yiyang an injection. Ye Zhuo took the opportunity to check the mission he had just completed.

The Novice Mission was finished. The ‘Sunshine Everywhere’ skill he obtained had the literal effect of summoning sunlight to shine upon an area.

Ye Zhuo was a deity of the solar system; he belonged to the rank where if he wanted the sun to rise at a certain time, it rose, and if he wanted the sun to do a somersault, it did a somersault. Yet now, summoning a bit of sunlight required a skill? Ye Zhuo nearly rolled his eyes to the heavens: “What kind of ghost skill is this? Do you think I care about you?”

The new mission was as follows:

“Main Mission 1: Harvest 10 milliliters of Power of Faith.”

“Mission Reward: Learn the Solar System spell ‘Brilliant Thousand Suns’.”

“Mission Progress: 0.”

“Milliliters?” Ye Zhuo thought. “This unit of measurement feels a bit weird no matter how you look at it!” However, he was still craving Power of Faith. After all, that feeling—once you taste it, you can’t forget it.

He asked the AI butler impatiently, “When will my solar generator wake up?”

The AI butler replied blankly, “Master, the fever-reducing medicine will take effect soon, but Mr. Fu’s mental domain has completely collapsed. Current medical technology finds it difficult to treat. Therefore, Mr. Fu may fall into a coma at any time.”

“So this solar generator goes into random sleep mode! This won’t do!” He was in a hurry to officially recruit Fu Yiyang as his believer.

Becoming a believer recognized by a deity required a very formal ceremony. Since Ye Zhuo had no divine power, a real ceremony was out of the question, but he still had to go through the motions—Fu Yiyang had to agree to be his believer.

Ye Zhuo immediately thought: “Isn’t it just a collapsed mental domain? I’ll just fix him and that’ll be that!”

Fu Yiyang possessed 3S-class top-tier mental power. The original owner’s S-class mental power was completely insignificant in comparison, but this did not hinder Ye Zhuo’s absolute self-confidence.

He immediately tried to call upon the original owner’s mental power.

The sensation was somewhat similar to calling upon divine power. Very quickly, Ye Zhuo figured out the trick.

This made him incredibly proud; he practically wanted to stand with his hands on his hips, feeling that he was truly a natural genius. Without waiting to become more proficient, he immediately used his mental power to try and comb through Fu Yiyang’s.

He wasn’t skilled enough yet, so instead of a combing effect, it was more like using his mental power to poke the other man.

Poke. Another poke. One more poke.

In short, after poking—no, combing—for a long time, Ye Zhuo suddenly discovered that Fu Yiyang was awake. His solar generator was awake!

“Did my treatment take effect that fast?” Ye Zhuo was excited. “Wahoo! Praise the sun! Excellent, I am now Doctor Ye!”

He saw the man slowly open his eyes. His gaze was initially vacant, slowly focusing on Ye Zhuo.

Ye Zhuo, who had been sprawling awkwardly a moment ago, instantly activated the only skill he had learned, “Sunshine Everywhere,” and straightened his expression.

In the next second, the aura around him became entirely different.

The room was filled with a gentle sunlight, light and warm. Under this light, he appeared sacred and pure, distant and inviolable, yet so beautiful that one simply could not look away.

He spoke slowly, “This venerable one is the God of Dawn, Ye Zhuo. Mortal, you have been chosen by the deity. Now, answer my question: are you willing to believe in me?”

Fu Yiyang’s fever had not broken; his mind was groggy and his head felt like it was splitting. His chaotic mental power made his chest feel as if a knife were constantly stuck in it.

However, he was a man capable of great endurance. Under such intense pain, nothing showed on his face.

He had been poked awake by Ye Zhuo’s mental power.

After his mental power was injured, he was no different from a useless person. He knew this marriage was simply the Fu family’s way of discarding him. Ye Zhuo had also made it clear long ago that marrying him was only to get close to his half-brother, Fu Ciqing.

Fu Ciqing. They shared a blood connection, yet they were as different as clouds and mud.

He was an illegitimate son, while the other was the eldest young master of the Fu family. He lived in the mire, while the other was always high and mighty. His entire heart was wrapped in hideous black vines, letting in not a single speck of light, while the other could live upright and free.

In fact, when they met, the first thing Ye Zhuo said to him was: “With just you, do you think you’re worthy of fighting Fu Ciqing for things?”

Following that, his already chaotic mental domain was churned into a worse mess by that man’s storm-like interference.

It was nothing; he had experienced things far harder to endure.

So, at this moment, when Ye Zhuo poked him awake with mental power, he even had a moment of confusion: “Does Ye Zhuo want to torture me?” However, this wasn’t as painful as it was in the past.

Then he opened his eyes and saw “Ye Zhuo.”

—But it seemed, somehow, unlike the Ye Zhuo of the past.

It was still the same face, the same eyes, even the texture of the mental power was the same, yet there were too many differences, as if he had been reborn.

This person no longer possessed that loathsome stupidity and malice. On the contrary, there was only a distant purity left on him, as if all the turmoil of the world could not enter his eyes, and all the filth of the world could not stain him in the slightest.

Yet the surrounding light was so gentle and full of warmth, shining on him and framing him as sacred and pure, as if he gathered all the vitality of the world.

So, the eyes he saw earlier in the basement belonged to this Ye Zhuo.

“What… new trick is this?”

He heard this person say, “You have been chosen by the deity. Are you willing to believe in me?”

“Chosen… by the deity?”

At this moment, Fu Yiyang almost wanted to laugh.

How could this person understand what a true deity was?

He only felt a sense of world-weariness. He didn’t know what tricks Ye Zhuo was playing, and he wasn’t interested.

He was too lazy to speak; he simply closed his eyes and turned his head.

Compared to looking at this face, he would rather return to the basement. Even the thought of touching this man’s arm earlier made him feel nauseous.

This response did not seem to satisfy Ye Zhuo.

Ye Zhuo looked down at him and said, “Mortal, the favor of a god is not a reason for your arrogance.”

Immediately, he reached out, his fingertip landing between Fu Yiyang’s eyebrows.

With this movement, a beam of sunlight tilted down, completely and utterly enveloping Fu Yiyang within it.

This was entirely different from the sunlight he had known in the past.

It was warm, full of power, and felt substantial when it landed on him.

He was within this light; the light soaked into his face, his skin, and his body, like a touch, yet also like an embrace. The screaming whispers in his mind fell silent, and even in his chest, his chaotic mental power temporarily quieted down.

He never knew that sunlight could be this beautiful.

In a trance, it even gave Fu Yiyang an illusion, as if his perennially cold heart could become warm under this light.

“What… is this…” he murmured.

In the next second, Ye Zhuo successfully received his second portion of Power of Faith, and the ongoing mission was one-tenth complete.

Ye Zhuo gently closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a flash of shimmering red at the corners of his eyes. The distant coldness in them turned into satiation.

“It is the divine miracle of this deity,” Ye Zhuo said with satisfaction. “Very well, it seems you have decided to believe in me. I can guarantee you have made the right choice. You are now my Believer Number One.”

“Wahoo! Praise the sun!”

Now that he had Number One, Number Two wouldn’t be far off!

Enveloped in the sunlight, Fu Yiyang fell into a rare silence.

“Excuse me, when exactly did I make a choice?”

He shifted his gaze to Ye Zhuo, only to see the other party say righteously, “This deity is currently undergoing a trial in the lower realm, so I am temporarily using your partner’s body. For the sake of the trial, I have sealed most of my divine power and must start from scratch to temper my Godhead. Being my first believer is something you can brag about for the rest of your life.”

It was an unbelievable claim, yet when said this way, Fu Yiyang’s expression didn’t change; he simply finally gave him a direct look. He thought listlessly: “Has Ye Zhuo’s brain broken too? What kind of act is this now?”

Yet he truly didn’t want to think about it.

Basking in this sunlight, his mental power actually showed faint signs of self-repair.

“This light… can actually repair the mental domain?”

Fu Yiyang only felt a wave of fatigue hit him, wanting to drift off into sleep.

“I promise you a moment of good dreams,” Ye Zhuo said.

At these words, Fu Yiyang closed his eyes.

Only after seeing his solar generator fall asleep did Ye Zhuo start hopping around with satisfaction.

Interstellar people had never seen a real sun; he hadn’t expected that a single “Sunshine Everywhere” would have such a divine effect. Ye Zhuo was beaming with pride.

Excellent, this had already become his favorite skill.

He was worried he would be finished in three months, but who could have thought he was so capable, recruiting the villain as a believer upon their first meeting? Even the Sun God would have to call this move awesome.

Moreover, two portions of Power of Faith in one day was truly satisfying; even his fingertips were still tingling.

Ye Zhuo was young and full of curiosity, having done many things that were beyond his duties.

He had once asked the Beast God to turn him into a kitten, just to feel what kind of magic catnip had. The result—he almost didn’t want to turn back into a deity. Later, he was scolded furiously by his Father God, the strongest powerhouse in the divine realm, the Sun God, and almost got a beating.

Thinking about it this way, this Power of Faith was simply like catnip for gods!

He quickly made a decision: in the future, when he returned to the Main World, he would definitely pack up and take this catnip-believer with him.

When that time came, he would keep Fu Yiyang in his palace and take turns showing him various divine miracles. Wouldn’t he be able to eat Power of Faith until he was stuffed?

Ye Zhuo was feeling blissful.

Deities had a responsibility to protect their believers. Regarding his Believer Number One, Ye Zhuo was especially attentive. Thus, in the time that followed, he researched exactly how to use mental power so he could treat his Number One believer more quickly.

Until… as evening approached, Ye Zhuo grew hungry.

This was the first time Ye Zhuo experienced the human sensation of hunger, and it was very peculiar.

The AI butler brought a nutritional supplement. Ye Zhuo took one bite and decisively spat it out.

This thing… was not for humans—no, it was not for gods to eat! Ye Zhuo had always loved trying new things and was especially passionate about fine food. Having tasted all sorts of delicacies in the Main World, he was a very picky eater.

However, he only knew how to eat; he didn’t know how to cook at all.

But, he had read “Starry Love.” He knew someone who could do it—Fu Yiyang was the number one chef in the novel.

He decisively ran to the room, only to see that while Fu Yiyang was sleeping, he actually wasn’t lying down. He was curled up in the corner of the bed, sitting there with his knees pulled in—the exact same posture as yesterday in the basement.

“What’s wrong?” Ye Zhuo was confused and grabbed Fu Yiyang to shake him.

Fu Yiyang was deep in sleep.

This sleep had been very long. Whether it was the deity’s promise or that sunlight, for once, he had slept quite well.

It was just that this dream seemed a bit short; he was—shaken awake?

He opened his eyes groggily and saw the culprit who shook him awake. With that worship-inducing sacredness unique to deities, the man said to him solemnly: “Believer Number One, this deity is hungry.”

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