Transmigrated as the Paranoid Villain’s Silly Little Sun - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Ye Zhuo was about to explode with rage.

The words echoing in his mind were: “The joke is on me.”

It felt as if he were standing at the center of the universe, surrounded by ten thousand people watching and mocking him.

He had been incredibly happy, thinking he finally had a believer, but after all that effort, it turned out this villain didn’t believe he was a real deity at all!

Was his divine miracle not fragrant enough?

Was his temperament not godly enough?

Was his presentation not ethereal enough?

Impossible! It was clearly the villain who was sick in the head!

And equivalent exchange—that was the villain’s famous line from the original book! In the early stages, he used this phrase to recruit subordinates, and in the later stages, it turned into him frequently exchanging blood and war for his own amusement; he was a total psychopath. Who would have thought he’d start the exchanging this early!

Dammit, this guy clearly gave off Power of Faith before, yet he doesn’t believe in him? Giving away Power of Faith so casually—how can anyone be like that?

Ye Zhuo was both angry and aggrieved.

“Mortal, you no longer have a God now!” Ye Zhuo said huffily while feigning an air of indifference.

“I’m not giving you any more divine miracles.” He flipped his palm, and the basement—which had been as bright as day and warm and comfortable—returned to darkness.

Having said that, he dashed away, “thump-thump-thump.”

In the basement, Fu Yiyang lowered his head again.

He thought in the darkness: for a person like him, he really shouldn’t be given any light.

Once he had a little, he would want more.

Ye Zhuo lay on that slime sofa.

His emotions came and went quickly; he wasn’t that angry anymore, just very stifled.

Mainly, he had already talked a big game, and now this result of “operating like a tiger, but having a 0-5 score” made it look like he had no damn skills and had suffered a crushing defeat right out of the gate!

If that little system 666 lacked discernment and ran over to ask him, “Host, what should we do now,” wouldn’t that be super embarrassing?

As it turned out… the next second, 666 arrived: “Host, what should we do now? You really will be thrown into a black hole in three months, won’t you!”

“Stop talking about it, it’s so annoying!” Ye Zhuo shouted. “Worst comes to worst, I’ll just take him out before he regains his power, alright!”

After saying it, Ye Zhuo felt a tiny bit of heartache… it wasn’t easy to finally have a believer, and one who cooked so well.

666 spoke timidly: “Host, Fu Yiyang is a major character in this world. If he dies, this entire world will collapse.”

“Isn’t that perfect? Then I can return to the Main World.”

“…The Host is currently a cannon fodder here. If the world collapses, you’re finished too.”

Ye Zhuo: “Sh*t.”

He snorted and forced himself to say, “He’s just a villain, isn’t he? I’ll go settle him tomorrow!”

Then he said irritably, “Ah, this is so frustrating. I hate human bodies the most. There are always strange sensations—it feels pain, it feels hunger, and now I feel like my head is groggy, my eyes can’t stay open, and I really want to yawn. Plus, there’s a voice making a ‘beep’ sound in my head every once in a while; it’s so noisy.”

666 fell silent for a moment and finally said, “Host, you want to sleep. That ‘beep’ sound is likely your optical computer receiving new messages.”

“Huh?”

Following the system’s instructions, Ye Zhuo opened the new message notification on his optical computer, and then he… received 3,175 new messages.

At the very top was a group chat titled “Xiyuan Military Academy, School of Music.” The content of the group chat was various “school is starting soon” talk.

Ye Zhuo gasped: “What? School is actually starting already?”

The system said, “Yes, summer vacation is over. School officially starts the day after tomorrow. Host, you have to go to school tomorrow.”

Ye Zhuo gasped three more times: “Aaaaah!”

He had been avoiding this reality all along: as a deity, he actually had to go to school!

666 asked worriedly, “Host, can you sing? The original owner was in the School of Music.”

Ye Zhuo replied crossly, “What do you mean ‘can I’? Do you know who the last person to hear me sing was? The Sun God! Scared yet!”

But now he actually had to go learn how to sing. So annoying. Small worlds are truly the worst!

Fu Yiyang fell asleep leaning against the basement wall.

It was a very uncomfortable posture; upon waking, his whole body would ache, and it would be hard to stand his legs straight.

However, the chaotic mental power made the pain in Fu Yiyang’s chest feel like it was going to explode; he had long since lost any feeling toward other types of pain.

After one night, the wound on his lower leg had mostly healed.

He looked at the wound with cold eyes, vaguely remembering the feeling of that distinct-jointed hand applying gel to his skin, but he forbade himself from thinking further.

A whip followed by a sweet date?

That was a trick others had grown tired of playing long ago.

He moved his limbs and heard footsteps coming from the stairs.

It was Ye Zhuo.

The big words had been spoken, and now, he was here to “settle” this villain.

He snapped his fingers, and the basement was instantly filled with melting sunlight.

Standing on the stairs, he looked at Fu Yiyang proudly and said, “You were right. You do indeed have something I need.”

He was high and mighty, his gaze full of disdain.

“This isn’t light; it’s the divine miracle of this God. If you want it, be my believer. I want your faith.”

After a long while, Fu Yiyang said, “Deal.”

He said word by word, “I believe in you.”

Excellent! Finally going to have today’s portion of Power of Faith! A hint of anticipation appeared on Ye Zhuo’s face.

Then…

Ye Zhuo looked at him.

He looked at Ye Zhuo.

Five seconds… nothing happened.

Ten seconds… still nothing happened.

Fifteen seconds later, Ye Zhuo couldn’t help but shout, “What the heck? You’re lying! You don’t believe in me with any sincerity at all! Do you think this God doesn’t know!”

Fu Yiyang was slightly stunned…

So this wasn’t some strange game of pretending to be a god; it actually required sincerity?

How was that possible? Being sincere was impossible. How could one be sincere about such a thing?

Ye Zhuo was extremely indignant, feeling deceived, but—who told this guy to be his only believer right now!

Ye Zhuo snapped his fingers twice casually, filling the basement with sunlight: “This God won’t argue with you for now. Consider it an advance payment.” He tossed down a few tubes of nutrient supplements, “Finish them quickly. We’re going to school in a bit.”

After saying that, he left.

Fu Yiyang didn’t look at him again.

He was already fully immersed in this sunlight.

Even though it was a piercing light—piercing to the point of discomfort—Fu Yiyang found it as sweet as honey.

The whispers that had always existed in his mind vanished. The rampaging mental power gradually calmed down and slowly repaired itself.

Hiding here, he enjoyed this moment of peace that belonged solely to him.

He became even more certain in his heart: He wanted this light.

At three in the afternoon, Ye Zhuo and Fu Yiyang rode a hovercar together toward Xiyuan Military Academy.

Both the original owner and Fu Yiyang were 20 years old this year, in their second year at Xiyuan Military Academy. This was a top-tier institution of the Interstellar League with very strict student admissions. The original owner was able to attend because the Ye family had donated a building, and he attended the undervalued School of Music.

Fu Yiyang grew up on a remote planet and came from a commoner background; he wasn’t within Xiyuan Military Academy’s consideration at all. In the end, it was due to his heaven-defying 3S-class mental power that he was specially recruited into the Mecha Academy.

It was also because of this that he was recognized by the Fu family. Despite being the illegitimate son of the Fu family head, he was given the title of an adopted son.

Almost all students at Xiyuan Military Academy were from noble families. His status as an illegitimate son was known to everyone, and in the past year, his life hadn’t been great. Now that his mental power had suffered a heavy blow, the situation would only get worse.

But he still had to return to Xiyuan.

That was where his chance for a comeback lay.

The hovercar continued forward. He kept his eyes lowered, not saying a word. Students were not allowed to bring robots into the school. Aside from the driver sent by the Ye family, there were only the two of them in the hovercar. Ye Zhuo looked outside out of boredom.

Capital Star was the central city of the Interstellar League, extremely prosperous.

As far as the eye could see, there was a constant stream of vehicles tracing paths in the air and between numerous buildings. Humans of the interstellar era favored silver; there were too many gleaming silver buildings with various exaggerated shapes piercing into the sky.

Ye Zhuo watched for a while and then found it boring again.

In the hundreds of years he had been a god, he had plenty of leisure time and had traveled to all sorts of strange small worlds; this place wasn’t particularly dazzling to him. Soon, his attention shifted to the school forum on his optical computer.

Because on that forum, there was a thread discussing him!

Or rather, discussing the original owner. The thread title was: “Extra! Ye Pei-pei and Fu the Second are married!”

Yes, the original owner’s nickname at Xiyuan Military Academy was “Ye Pei-pei.”

Because he frantically chased after Fu Ciqing, and his catchphrase was “Only I am a match for you.” Over time, this nickname spread.

“Fu the Second” referred to Fu Yiyang. At Xiyuan Military Academy, no one even called him by his name.

The thread content was something like this:

“Why is Ye Pei-pei so fixated on the Fu family? Is he sharpening his head just to marry into the Fu family? Marrying even the illegitimate son, ho-ho.”

“The melodrama of the year. Does he still think he’s Ye Pei-pei now? Writing in blood to hope he changes his name to Ye Bu-pei (Ye-Doesn’t-Match).”

“Could he be counting on the ‘even if I can’t marry you, I’ll become your relative’ trick? Did a donkey kick his head?”

“I believe his head was kicked by a donkey. What a waste of his face.”

“To be fair, his looks are just so-so. His temperament is lacking.”

The following hundreds of floors turned into a critique of Ye Zhuo’s appearance.

Ye Zhuo was so angry he nearly flipped the hovercar.

What the heck! Criticizing the original owner’s IQ was one thing, criticizing his brain was another, but they actually dared to criticize the original owner’s face?

The original owner’s face was slightly similar to his own. Although it didn’t possess even one-thousandth of his beauty, having one-thousandth of his beauty—wasn’t that enough?!

These interstellar people—their eyes must be diseased.

It’s time to let you witness true beauty!

Just then, his hovercar stopped outside the gates of Xiyuan Military Academy.

It was the afternoon of the day before school started, and the gates were already filled with all kinds of cars waiting in line to land. The campus entrance was also crowded with people bustling in and out.

Once their car was parked, Ye Zhuo first gave himself a triple-layered enhanced “Sunshine Everywhere.”

This was mainly because whenever the Sun God made an official appearance, the presentation was grand—overwhelming rainbow light, white birds flying with spread wings, and music echoing for miles. Ye Zhuo had long since developed the habit: making an appearance required presence.

But right now, he seemingly had no other presence besides this “Sunshine Everywhere.”

No matter! How could a mortal body hide the temperament of a deity! Ye Zhuo tossed his head confidently, pushed open the car door, and walked out with his head held high and chest out.

People came and went at the school gate, but the originally noisy space gradually became quiet. All eyes turned toward one direction.

In the dim air, a person strode forward. It was as if all the light gathered on his body; the entire world was lit up by him.

Those peach-blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, the corners curving, bringing out a lazy shimmer; yet his gaze was one of disdain and distance.

As if he wouldn’t stop for anyone or anything.

As if everything within his sight was merely dust.

The arrogant expression looked so fitting on his face. When looking at him, this beauty seemed lofty and out of reach—even making people afraid to look directly, afraid to touch, yet unwilling to disturb, and unwilling to look away.

It wasn’t until he had walked far away that the people present slowly snapped out of it.

Fu Yiyang stepped down from the hovercar.

His heart was filled with self-loathing. He didn’t want it to be this way, yet his gaze followed that person as they walked away.

Was it because of the light on that person? Or something else? He didn’t know; his heart was merely in a state of chaotic turmoil.

He heard a young man nearby murmur: “Is that… Ye Zhuo?”

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