Chapter 1

Sss——

The sharp tip of the sword sliced across the neck, barely stopping just above the flesh. If it moved forward even a fraction, it would result in decapitation.

A fresh red mark slowly appeared, a drop of blood threatening to seep out but not quite doing so.

It was glaringly obvious against the snow-white skin.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" the person holding the sword asked indifferently.

Mo Jiu knelt on the ground, maintaining this posture without moving, his head held high, his long neck taut, and his eyes calmly gazing at her.

This was the reason Lu Xian was willing to give him a chance to speak.

Such a look on the face of a man about to die was truly incongruous.

"We..." Mo Jiu began, his neck moving slightly, drawing a new blood mark, "...aren't friends?"

Lu Xian replied, "We are friends, but you can't cross my底线. Your biggest mistake was hurting him."

So, that man was her底线.

Their so-called friendship only earned them a confrontation with swords and the 'mercy' of allowing him to speak his final words.

"Alright, I understand." Mo Jiu responded, then closed his eyes, waiting for the judgment to come down.

Lu Xian furrowed her brow; Mo Jiu's reactions were all unexpected. He showed no panic after his malicious actions were exposed, no intention to defend himself, and most importantly, no fear of death.

It was as if he only needed her answer, and regardless of whether it was what he wanted, he could put his mind at ease.

Lu Xian hesitated for a moment, feeling strangely unable to act, but the memory of that face, pale to the extreme from blood loss, immediately dispelled her hesitation.

Her eyes turned cold, and she thrust the sword forward with a sudden motion!

......

Mo Jiu suddenly woke up, his slightly widened eyes still lingering with a trace of fear.

He raised his hand to touch his neck, and a ray of sunlight from the vermilion window caught his eye, gradually relaxing his gaze.

It was a dream.

Mo Jiu propped himself up with his left hand and touched his forehead with his right, finding it covered in cold sweat.

He was about to get out of bed to clean up when a voice abruptly sounded in his mind.

"Awake? Then hurry up and go on your mission."

It was a cold, emotionless electronic voice.

Mo Jiu's expression didn't change, as if he was already used to it: "Yes, I'll go. But I just had a nightmare, can I rest a bit longer?"

His voice was pleasant, ethereal with a touch of gentleness, and a hint of hoarseness from just waking up, speaking in a tone of negotiation.

"Rest? I've already given you three days to rest. You should have digested the eighteen years of memories by now. Go on your mission now," the system said without room for argument.

"But..." Mo Jiu frowned, looking troubled, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

The system's tone instantly turned cold: "But what?"

"Nothing." Mo Jiu quickly shook his head, "I'll go now."

"I'll send you the mission." The system was satisfied.

Who said the system had to assist the host in completing the mission?

As long as the punishment mechanism was used well, it could easily control these hosts.

It was already very skilled at this.

Mo Jiu was the most disobedient of all the hosts it had bound.

At the beginning, he was relatively honest, diligently carrying out his missions.

But from the sixth world onward, he gradually became less compliant. Although he completed his missions, he tried to cultivate and reach the peak of that world, or become friends with the main characters, avoiding the predetermined death and attempting to unbind from the system.

In the end, he even stopped completing his missions altogether.

How could this be allowed?

The system smiled, and it seemed to hear Mo Jiu's painful cries and humble pleas from back then.

'Sorry... I was wrong... I won't do it again...'

See, now he was obedient and well-behaved again, right?

Mo Jiu ignored the mocking laughter in his mind and looked at the high-tech blue projection that appeared before him.

【Villainous Role-Playing System】

【Role-Player: Mo Jiu】

【Character: Lin Mo Jiu】

【Mission: 1. Publicly humiliate Xiao Muxue.

2. Take Ye Chi to the mountain range restricted area.

3. Awaken the Mountain Beast.

......】

At the bottom were two rows of slightly dimmer text.

【Worlds Traveled (Completed): 12 (8)】

【Mission Points: 8 points.】

This system panel was very basic, only listing a few short missions. Information about the character's personality, relationships, and other details were not provided.

Because all of this was already stored in Mo Jiu's mind. When he crossed over to this world three days ago, he received all the memories of the original host, and the three days were specifically given to him to digest these memories.

The system asked, "Do you understand?"

"I understand."

"Then hurry up, don't waste time," the system urged, its tone somewhat dissatisfied.

Indeed, Mo Jiu completed his last mission beautifully, achieving all the goals in the shortest time possible, advancing the plot, and promoting the relationship between the main characters, fully embodying the role of a malicious cannon fodder villain.

But such high-quality role-playing did not earn him much reward, only a single 'mission point.' Then the system raised its standards, reducing the 'memory digestion period' from one month to five days in the last world, and now to three days in this world.

The system was gradually eroding Mo Jiu's底线, exploiting his essence, and squeezing his soul.

And in the face of such unfair treatment....

"Alright." Mo Jiu nodded, responding softly.

Completely obedient.

Mo Jiu got out of bed and slowly walked to a mirror framed with many jewels. Since crossing over to this world, he was looking at his new body for the first time.

The person in the mirror wore a black robe, the collar half-open, revealing a delicate collarbone and moon-like skin. His fiery red hair was slightly disheveled, and his face was hard to describe as either handsome or beautiful, but it was a stunning and captivating beauty that left a lasting impression at first sight.

Mo Jiu smiled lightly, and the corners of the boy's lips in the mirror curved up, forming a passionate arc, his red hair like a flame, dazzling and indescribable.

A man who could charm both men and women.

But in this world, his ultimate fate was death.

"Looking so closely? I remember finding you in another 'Three Thousand Worlds,' where you were a man, and men in that world are equivalent to women here. Women in this world wouldn't stare at themselves in the mirror like men do." The system mocked, "Could it be that after crossing over to a dozen worlds, you've been completely assimilated?"

Mo Jiu's smile faded, and he lowered his head, silent and motionless.

"Alright, don't dawdle, go now."

Mo Jiu's body suddenly trembled slightly, his face turning extremely pale.

"This is a warning for your dawdling. If you continue standing there, it won't just be a 'Level 1' electric shock." The system said casually, as if it wasn't shocking a real person but a piece of wood without sensation.

It thought this small punishment would be enough to make Mo Jiu come to his senses and behave for a while.

It didn't increase the electric shock to a higher level, not out of leniency towards Mo Jiu, but because causing too much damage would delay the mission's progress.

However, unexpectedly, Mo Jiu did not respond with the usual fear and quickly go to complete the mission. Instead, he stood still, not moving an inch.

"Hey? Hey!" The system called out a few times, then sneered, "Very well, you asked for it!"

Bang.

The next moment, Mo Jiu's right hand slammed onto the mirror stand, making a loud noise, as this was the only way to ensure he didn't fall to the ground.

His thumb tightly gripped the edge of the stand, his four long fingers stretched straight, the delicate finger bones seeming to burst through the skin on the back of his hand.

The system coldly recited, "Level 2, Level 3..."

It was waiting for Mo Jiu to admit his mistake, just like the painful pleas from before.

No sound came.

He did not admit his mistake.

The system laughed coldly, "Very well, very well."

It enjoyed erasing the meaningless pride of these hosts.

"Level 4, Level 5..."

Mo Jiu suddenly raised his left hand to cover his forehead, pale veins bulging on his white hand, pulsing at a terrifying speed, as if they would burst at any moment.

"Level 6, Level 7..." The system didn't care if Mo Jiu's body could withstand this level of electric shock. Since it was a mental attack, it wouldn't harm his physical body, only his soul.

Since he dared to challenge it, he had to be prepared for severe punishment.

And he still hadn't begged for mercy, which meant he was far from his limit.

"Ahh... Ahhh..." Mo Jiu tilted his white neck back, emitting a painful moan, his lips wide open, his eyes white, his face covered in sweat, and the back of his soft black nightgown soaked with sweat.

It was like ten silver needles piercing into the gaps between his fingertips and nails.

The system sneered, increasing the electric shock to the second-to-last level: "Level..."

"Spare... spare me..."

Finally, Mo Jiu's broken voice sounded in his mind, filled with the pain of severe torture and intense regret.

"Do you know you were wrong?" The system lowered the electric shock by two levels.

"K... know... I know..."

What sudden pride, it broke so easily.

The system sneered, "Beg me."

Mo Jiu's voice was hoarse, filled with a fear that seemed to be etched into his soul: "Please... spare me..."

After enjoying the feeling of complete control, the system turned off the electric shock punishment.

The pain receded like a tide, Mo Jiu closed his eyes, sweat pouring down, his body trembling uncontrollably, but he forced himself to stay upright.

The system felt it necessary to remind Mo Jiu: "I'm telling you, if it happens again, it won't start from Level 1 and gradually increase, but will directly jump to Level 9."

After saying this, it waited for Mo Jiu's obedient response.

【System Formatting Program Initializing...】

"Huh? What? What did you do?!" The system was stunned, thinking it was hallucinating, but after a moment, it realized the shock in its voice, mixed with anger and a hint of hidden fear, "What did you do?!"

"System Formatting Program, didn't you hear it..." Mo Jiu said slowly, his voice weak but still managing a sneer.

His lips parted, and he uttered two words:

"Idiot."