Transmigrated as the Paranoid Villain’s Silly Little Sun - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

In the interstellar era, ordinary citizens are accustomed to consuming nutrient supplements. Occasionally, if circumstances allow, they might have a simple meal to improve their quality of life. Even then, such simple meals don’t require one to lift a finger; they are mostly prepared by AI butlers with built-in culinary modules or specialized domestic robots. Humans rarely cook with their own hands.

But Fu Yiyang just happened to be the exception.

The original novel didn’t mention the reason, only stating that this villain had some eccentricities—he never touched food given to him by others, not even from his closest subordinates. He either consumed unopened nutrient supplements or cooked for himself.

The most famous scene demonstrating his culinary skills was during his time at Xiyuan Military Academy, where Fu Yiyang once personally cooked a meal for the novel’s protagonist “Shou,” Yu Xingnan. Yu Xingnan was full of praise, which even caused the protagonist “Gong” to suffer a massive bout of jealousy.

So, Ye Zhuo’s focus was: Fu Yiyang knows how to make delicious food! What a versatile solar energy generator he is—wake him up!

Fu Yiyang opened his eyes and looked at him deeply. Despite being violently shaken awake, he wasn’t angry, didn’t speak, and didn’t explode; his entire face simply lacked expression.

Then, ignoring Ye Zhuo completely, he turned his head and closed his eyes again.

Three question marks popped up over Ye Zhuo’s head: What is up with this believer? Why is he ignoring me? Does he just love sleeping that much?

Ye Zhuo felt wronged.

He moved to push him again, but before his hand could land on the man, he heard Fu Yiyang’s hoarse voice: “Don’t touch me.”

Ye Zhuo instantly blew up.

No one had ever dared to speak to him like that! Very well, villain, you have successfully attracted—attracted my foot! How can a believer act like this? Is he here to be the boss?

He immediately cast a large-scale Sunshine Everywhere to manifest his divine prestige, and said coldly, “Believer Number One, do not harbor delusions of rebelling against God. Divine favor is not your—Wait? What are you doing?”

He saw Fu Yiyang suddenly lift his head.

Bathed in the sunlight, the man gently reached out his hand, attempting to touch the light.

“What exactly is this?” he finally looked directly at Ye Zhuo and asked.

“A divine miracle,” Ye Zhuo said as if it were obvious.

Fu Yiyang lowered his eyes again.

He didn’t know if this was some new technology from the Academy of Sciences or some new toy Ye Zhuo had acquired, but he liked this light.

He was very certain that this light could repair his mental power; in just the moments before sleep, his mental domain had already been partially restored.

Moreover, within this light, his brain experienced moments of peace, the whispers in his ears vanished, and he felt… a bit warmer.

“Hey, you—”

“Don’t speak,” Fu Yiyang said, and then repeated: “Don’t speak. I will cook for you.”

Consider it… an exchange.

His voice was still hoarse, but his expression was one of clear disdain.

What the heck, why is this believer different from what was promised?

Other gods’ believers clearly kneel and offer all sorts of good things as sacrifices, so why is it that when it comes to him, he has to display divine miracles just to get a meal?

The more Ye Zhuo thought about it, the angrier and more wronged he felt, mixed with a bit of confusion. However, after waiting patiently for a while, he saw Fu Yiyang actually get out of bed to go cook for him.

Ah, that’s more like it!

When his feet hit the floor, Fu Yiyang’s leg staggered—Ye Zhuo remembered that the original owner had injured the man’s leg.

However, after two steps, Fu Yiyang walked steadily, showing no outward sign of his injuries.

Fu Yiyang went to the kitchen. His hands and feet were extremely fast; in less than five minutes, he had prepared a meal and brought it to the table for Ye Zhuo to eat.

Ye Zhuo, who had been full of anticipation, looked closer and saw—a bowl of noodles.

Just… a bowl… of noodles?

Ye Zhuo’s eyes widened, completely speechless.

Don’t think he doesn’t know; isn’t this thing just a bowl of instant noodles from the interstellar era? Add some water, let it soak, and it’s done—it’s literally the interstellar version of cup noodles! There isn’t even an egg in it!

“What the heck, you’re making me eat this stuff?”

“Believer Number One, it seems this God has spoiled you too much—” Ye Zhuo gave a “humph,” but before he could finish his harsh words, his stomach let out a loud growl.

This was a bit embarrassing.

For some reason, the bowl of instant noodles in front of him suddenly seemed delicious.

“Sigh, maybe I should just settle for a bite…” Ye Zhuo hesitated. After all, being hungry in a human body is quite miserable.

Forget it, forget it. Perhaps this believer of mine only knows how to boil noodles. As a god, one shouldn’t be too harsh on a believer, right? Sacrifices offered by believers should be treated equally—even if it’s just a bowl of noodles, one shouldn’t despise it.

So, Ye Zhuo swallowed his unspoken words, picked up a strand of noodles, and took a skeptical bite…

The man was instantly shocked to the core.

What’s going on! It’s just instant noodles, how can it be this delicious! It looks plain and ordinary, but in the mouth, it’s super-super-super tasty!

In the Main World, Ye Zhuo was a god surrounded by various master chefs who fed him; what delicacies hadn’t he tasted?

But this kind of deliciousness… he really had never tasted it!

So good!

Whether it was because Ye Zhuo was so hungry he was seeing stars, or because Fu Yiyang had been given some outrageous Golden Finger by the author of “Starry Love,” the final result was—it was incredibly delicious.

Fu Yiyang stood by, watching Ye Zhuo lose all sense of decorum as he gorged himself, eventually even drinking the noodle broth.

With the bowl of noodles completely polished off, Ye Zhuo looked at Fu Yiyang with hindsight and said pretentiously, “Ah, Believer Number One, your skills aren’t bad.”

Fu Yiyang didn’t speak.

He was a man of very few words, his face devoid of expression, yet his eyes were extremely deep, looking somewhat intimidating.

But Ye Zhuo was thick-skinned and didn’t notice at all. His entire attention was on the fact that he was clearly full, his heart was satisfied, and his mood was particularly pleasant—but why did his stomach feel a bit uncomfortable?

After fumbling around until the AI butler came over to check, Ye Zhuo finally understood. Oh, this is a human sensation called being “stuffed.”

Yes, he had shamefully managed to overeat on a single bowl of instant noodles… It was quite embarrassing; luckily, he was the only god in this small world.

“It’s so uncomfortable when you humans get full,” Ye Zhuo complained casually.

He slumped like a salted fish on the sofa, looking nothing like a god. He didn’t know what material this sofa in the interstellar world was made of, but leaning against it felt like being on a slime; it fit his body seamlessly and was incredibly comfortable, just like his Father God’s cloud sofa. Once he slumped down, he didn’t want to get up.

Fu Yiyang was quietly swallowing a nutrient supplement. Hearing this, he glanced at him.

The person was collapsed on the sofa, hand still rubbing his stomach, eyes narrowed.

He looked… very harmless.

A world apart from the “Ye Zhuo” who had previously churned his mental domain into a mess.

But so what? A person who is beautiful and gentle one second can drag you to hell the next. That woman had taught him that long ago.

Fu Yiyang felt no ripple in his heart; he just continued swallowing the tasteless supplement.

He thought: being stuffed is uncomfortable, but being hungry is worse.

That kind of life—where the stomach is so cramped from hunger it feels like it might digest itself the next second, where he would have eaten a stone if someone gave it to him—once experienced, he would never forget it.

Ye Zhuo lay in a “Ge You Slouch” on the sofa for a long time, feeling even more satisfied with Fu Yiyang, a believer who could cook and provide Power of Faith. When he finally felt less stuffed, he suddenly realized there was no sound nearby.

Looking again, Fu Yiyang was long gone.

Ye Zhuo dashed to the bedroom to find him, but Fu Yiyang wasn’t there either.

After asking the AI butler, he found out the man had taken a shower in the guest room’s bathroom and then actually ran back to the basement.

Ye Zhuo was puzzled: Is there something wrong with my solar generator’s programming? It’s pitch black down there; what’s so great about staying there?

He dashed downstairs and saw Fu Yiyang sitting back in the same corner where he had seen him last time. He wasn’t sleeping, but leaning against the wall with his long legs crossed, head tilted, thinking about who-knows-what.

“Believer Number One, what are you doing here?”

Fu Yiyang ignored him.

“Hey, don’t try to challenge a deity’s patience, and certainly don’t act spoiled by favor,” Ye Zhuo immediately pulled out his “God face” and spoke condescendingly.

Fu Yiyang didn’t even shift his gaze.

He was treating Ye Zhuo entirely as if he were air.

Ye Zhuo followed his gaze to see, but it was so dark that he couldn’t see a thing.

Annoyed, Ye Zhuo simply used three “Sunshine Everywhere” in a row. This skill could stack up to three layers; casting them together now made the basement as bright as high noon.

This time, Ye Zhuo followed his gaze again—Dammit, there’s nothing there! Just a perfectly ordinary wall! So why is this guy staring at a wall for so long? Is he sick? Why is he ignoring me?!

A lightbulb flickered in his mind…

Wait? Could it be that he’s really still holding a grudge about what happened before? But what does the behavior of a paper character in a book have to do with me? I clearly told him I was just borrowing the body.

Ye Zhuo felt wronged.

But then he thought about the injuries the original owner had inflicted in his memory…

Fine, after all, this is his beloved Believer Number One and his solar energy generator. Showing him some divine mercy and affection is acceptable.

He took two steps to Fu Yiyang, bent down, and reached out to tear open the pant leg of Fu Yiyang’s right leg.

Revealed was a long wound stretching from the knee to the ankle. He had just showered, and the wound had turned white from being soaked in water.

Ye Zhuo didn’t know how much human wounds hurt, but he couldn’t help but frown.

Fu Yiyang, caught in this triple-layered “Sunshine Everywhere,” was dazed, his gaze vacant. He never expected his pant leg would be torn open like this. Subconsciously, he tried to use his mental power, but his chest immediately throbbed with intense pain, and even the back of his throat felt a metallic sweetness.

Ye Zhuo had no idea what he was thinking; he just had the AI butler bring over some external trauma gel. Dabbing his finger in it, he began applying it to the wound.

Fu Yiyang tried to dodge, but he was completely suppressed by Ye Zhuo’s mental power and held firmly in place.

Ye Zhuo’s hand was steady, but his movements were reckless and his touch was heavy—far from being careful.

With a heart set on “maintaining the solar energy generator,” he ended up dumping almost the entire tube of gel onto Fu Yiyang’s lower leg, smearing it everywhere, on and off the wound.

Finally, Ye Zhuo simply used his hand to messily spread the gel, getting his hand all sticky. He said with satisfaction, “There. Believer Number One, in all the heavens and the three thousand worlds, you are the first one for whom this God has personally treated an injury.”

Is that better now? Not angry anymore? It would be unacceptable if you didn’t give me 10ml of Power of Faith after this, wouldn’t it?

Then he heard the AI butler say from the side, “Master, applying too much trauma gel will actually prevent the wound from healing.” As it spoke, the AI butler suddenly hesitated: “Master, is this your intention?”

Ye Zhuo: “…” Ah.

Ye Zhuo shouted in impotent rage: “If you’re so smart, you do it!”

The AI butler immediately stepped up. Not only did it step up, it did a great job. After Ye Zhuo’s messy application, the wound had begun to bleed again; as soon as the AI butler took over, the bleeding stopped immediately.

Ye Zhuo was speechless. What the heck, is it easy to get some Power of Faith? Even an AI comes to cut him off.

He gave a “humph,” looked around casually as if nothing had happened, and then heard Fu Yiyang say: “Ye Zhuo.”

His voice was calm.

Ye Zhuo was delighted: Is my believer finally going to express his loyalty? But why call him that? He should clearly call him “Lord Deity”!

He looked down and saw Fu Yiyang staring directly at him. He couldn’t quite describe what was in those eyes, but it gave him the feeling of being targeted, making his whole body feel uncomfortable.

—It was definitely not the look a devout believer should have.

Ye Zhuo’s heart skipped a beat, then he heard Fu Yiyang say slowly: “I like your light. Regardless of how this was made—a new technology from the Academy of Sciences or something else—give it to me.”

He said: “I have something you want. Speak. An equivalent exchange.”

He said: “Stop sprouting that nonsense about being a God.”

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