Punish evil and promote good

Chang Wan followed the two white-robed figures who had been kneeling behind her out of the mountain prison.

Dusk enveloped the distant mountains, painting the sky with heavy, blood-red hues.

“Elder, it’s getting late, you…” One of the white-robed disciples spoke respectfully, head bowed.

‘Elder?’ ‘Her status?’

Chang Wan: “Take me back to my room.”

Her voice was steady and pleasant.

The two led Chang Wan to her sleeping quarters.

Yes, ‘quarters.’

She looked at the magnificent building constructed on the mountain, momentarily unable to process it, but—

It seemed she had indeed transmigrated into someone of noble status.

Once they had taken her to the bedroom, Chang Wan dismissed the two. They left without even daring to raise their heads or turn around.

“…”

She had followed them along a long mountain path, and they hadn’t once turned their heads, so she couldn’t clearly see what they looked like.

Whether it was genuine excessive deference or the original owner’s temperament being too terrifying, Chang Wan didn’t know.

She entered the bedroom.

It was clean and tidy, with a lady’s dressing table by the carved window, a four-poster bed draped with snow-white gauze curtains, and a huge vermilion wardrobe against the opposite wall. It was indeed beautiful.

However, thinking of the male lead in the prison and her own predicament, Chang Wan wasn’t in the mood to appreciate it.

She tentatively called out.

“System?”

[Ding~ System 007 at your service.]

At this critical moment, Chang Wan’s focus was slightly off: “…007?”

‘Why not 001? Are there other transmigrators?’

The system’s reply was quite a slap in the face: [007 is cooler.]

Chang Wan: ‘…’

System: [What would Host like to ask?]

Chang Wan: “Is the one in the prison the male lead?”

System: [Yes, to make it easier for you to complete the mission, we specifically found you the body of the most beautiful and closest female supporting character to the male lead~]

‘Closest…’ That’s complete nonsense. The male lead had no close female supporting characters. In the later stages of “Against the Gods,” there was even a gruesome and unspeakable plotline where women who tried to get into his bed had their throats slit with a sword…

There were no closest women, because all the close ones died.

Died.

Chang Wan suddenly shuddered: “Wait, who am I?!”

A female supporting character who started by whipping the male lead—how horrible would her death be later on?! One must know that in “Against the Gods,” the male lead was incredibly petty. If you touched a single strand of his hair, he could wipe out your entire family!

[This body is named Chang Wan~ She’s a woman who harbors intense hatred for evil and has a cold, severe personality.]

Chang Wan: “She has the same name and surname as me… Wait!!”

Chang Wan’s face suddenly turned pale!!

She remembered!

She remembered who that particularly tragic female supporting character was!! It was Chang Wan! It was her! No, it was this very body!!

At the time of reading, she thought it was rather ominous, because she hadn’t read the book in one go. Millions of words, she followed it intermittently for several years, from the author’s university days until his wife had a second child, so the early plot was really fragmented in her memory… The sentiment about a female supporting character with the same name dying tragically was years ago; she hadn’t thought of it until now!!

It was probably like watching eight hundred episodes of One Piece; you remember there are nine protagonists, but if asked to recall what happened in episode 111, you definitely wouldn’t remember.

Chang Wan pounced towards the bronze mirror almost like a hungry tiger, checking if this face looked exactly like her original one.

The blurry bronze mirror reflected a beautiful oval face.

Very similar, but not the same.

The eyes on this face were very round and large. Although it was an oval face, there was still a slight baby fat on it. She tried to smile—when she smiled, there were small dimples, looking very sweet and cute.

But perhaps because she usually kept a stern face, despite her inherently cute appearance, there was always a hint of gloom.

Chang Wan thought, this face doesn’t seem as pretty as her original one…

‘Thankfully there’s still some difference, otherwise, dying while cursing myself would be too unlucky…’

‘No, no, dying, what dying? She won’t die!! She’ll live to be a hundred, learn till she’s old, and cherish the old as she does her own!!’

Chang Wan clutched her head in pain, “How… how did I die again?”

There were too many ways for female supporting characters to die in “Against the Gods”…

System: [Host can choose to purchase plot details with points.]

Chang Wan: “I have to buy plot details with points? That’s too much of a scam, isn’t it? I’m a loyal reader who subscribed to the whole thing!”

System: [Loyal readers do not forget the plot.]

Chang Wan: ‘…’

To remember every detail of a web novel’s entire plot doesn’t make you a loyal reader; it makes you the author.

But seeing the system’s unyielding attitude, Chang Wan reluctantly accepted reality, “How do I get points?”

[Redemption Value, Blackening Value increase, or completing missions, can earn point rewards,] the system explained. [Of course, if you acquire very rare items, they can also be exchanged for points.]

“Redemption Value? Blackening Value?” Chang Wan was puzzled.

[The male lead’s spiritual blackening will result in Blackening Value, and when the male lead’s identity is redeemed, there will be Redemption Value. Redemption Value and Blackening Value are independent of each other and do not affect one another.]

“Mission? That redemption thing?”

[Whew… It seems you’ve forgotten what I said earlier,] the system was in no hurry, repeating what it had said in the mountain prison. [In short, make the Great Demon Lord a great good person, and you can go home.]

Chang Wan said with difficulty: “So, you mean.”

“You want me to take the Great Demon Lord, who was ‘black’ for millions of words.”

“And correct him from the 200,000-word mark?”

System: [Congratulations on understanding the true meaning of the ‘You can do it, you go do it’ mission. Reward: 20 points!]

Chang Wan: ‘…’ No, she didn’t want to understand this true meaning at all. Please spare her.

Chang Wan sat on the four-poster bed provided for this body, covering her face with both hands, hiding her weathered expression, “I’m still young…”

The system’s voice suddenly turned cold: [Anyway, the author will not rewrite from the 200,000-word mark.]

[Also, remember the requirement: do not drop your persona in front of outsiders.]

Chang Wan: ‘…’

‘You really were sent by the author to take revenge on me.’

…

In any case, worrying was useless.

According to the system, she had to transform this evil demon lord into a kind flower of the motherland to bless the author’s second child, ensuring a smooth birth, feeding, schooling, and growing into another strong flower of the motherland.

Honestly, Chang Wan really didn’t want to admit she was a hypocrite…

But when her future was in the hands of a ruthless, emotionless man, she still felt a bit cowardly.

This persona, it was cool in two dimensions, but in real life, it was a disaster.

Because you never knew where you might accidentally provoke him.

And she had already provoked him.

“Can I buy plot details with 20 points now?”

Finally, Chang Wan accepted reality.

System: [Initial plot details require 25 points to unlock.]

So, it wasn’t possible…

Chang Wan tapped her head, a little headache-ridden, “I remember this female supporting character seemed quite powerful.”

She recalled the cultivation level settings in “Against the Gods”: Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Heart Movement, Spirit Solitude, Nascent Soul, Soul Manifestation, Tribulation Transcendence.

System: [You are currently at Spirit Solitude.]

Chang Wan’s eyes suddenly lit up, and she was a little smug, “Then I’m quite powerful, aren’t I!”

She was quite powerful in the early stages! No wonder she could capture the male lead and hang him up for a beating!

System: [Hm, awesome.]

Chang Wan: ‘…’

‘Never mind, you should just shut up.’

A new moon rose in the night sky.

In the mountain prison, a faint candlelight flickered.

Chu Changqing lowered his head, his clothes already soaked with blood, unrecognizable in their original color.

He thought of the arrogant woman with the whip.

Despite her round eyes, they could shine with such cold, malicious light and hatred.

Chu Changqing’s lips curled into a slight smile.

Hatred.

Hatred was the most potent thing to nourish power.

Giving up everything for love was something he didn’t believe in.

He only believed that people would sell their souls for their desires.

But…

For a moment, it seemed different.

Different in what way?

It went from eyes steeped in hatred to a gaze that made him feel a little… restless.

It was just a change in gaze.

But it was as if her entire being had transformed.

Even when speaking malicious words, her eyes were different.

Pure, like a wild deer lost in a mundane forest.

Panicked, bewildered, at a loss, yet feigning calmness and composure.

Just like… this very moment.

The blood-soaked young man slightly raised his head, revealing a perfectly curved jaw, and looked at the woman beyond the dark iron bars.

Or rather, the young girl.

The curve of his lips deepened.

Chang Wan didn’t know how she sleepwalked into the mountain prison.

Although she told herself a million times in bed that the male lead had an不死定律, a “death-defying” rule, and even if thrown into the Bone-Dissolving Pool, he might just manifest Sun Wukong’s Fiery Golden Eyes and learn the Seventy-Two Transformations.

Besides, the author would never let him die, so what was she worried about?

But she still came.

Although the amount of blood was a bit gruesome, seeing him still alive and kicking, Chang Wan quietly let out a sigh of relief.

She came… she came, so she couldn’t just have come, right? She had to say something, didn’t she?

The jinchuangyao (healing salve) was in her clothes. How could she give it to him without breaking her persona?

The system had warned her not to break her persona or reveal too much, otherwise, she would lose points and lifespan.

“I came to see if you…” Chang Wan tried hard not to break her persona, lifting her chin, pretending to look down on him, “…were dead yet.”

‘Ah, how could she speak to the male lead like that? Her life is forfeit, ahhh!’

‘That last sentence wasn’t what she intended to say!’

Chu Changqing looked at the young girl outside the bars.

Her name was… Chang Wan.

She had changed into a white dress, clean and spotless.

Completely out of place here.

Her person, however, was not as delicate and graceful as her name suggested.

The girl in his memory was steeped in a deathly aura, like twilight.

Rigid and arrogant, she liked to put on airs in front of the world, very fond of her good reputation.

Yes, a good reputation.

“How can I die?” Chu Changqing let out a low chuckle from his throat, his tongue pressing against his teeth, “Before fulfilling your good reputation, I cannot die.”

Chang Wan: ‘…’

‘What does that mean?? Good reputation? What good reputation?’

However, that single sentence from him suddenly seemed to unlock a secret box, and a scene emerged from the original owner’s fragmented memories, like a shadow.

The girl swung her whip, expressionlessly lashing the young man tied to the pillar until his skin ripped and flesh tore.

Unsatisfied after whipping him, she sneered, and with one hand, lifted the chin of the silent, bowed young man. Despite her beautiful face, her eyes held nothing but profound coldness.

“Do you know why I don’t kill you?”

The young man looked at her, the flickering candlelight reflected in his narrow eyes.

“Actually, I don’t hate you.”

Her voice was soft and slow, melodious, with a faint grinding sound, “It’s just that, with the esteemed young master of the Demonic Cult in my hands, if I don’t torment you in every way, peeling your bones and tearing your sinews.”

“How can I earn the reputation of punishing evil and promoting good?”

The girl’s voice was as pleasant as a clear spring, yet it carried an icy indifference, “Surely, when everyone sees your plight, they will no longer enter the demonic path, right?”

“Thwack—”

Another whip, cutting to the bone!

The memory abruptly ended at the sight of blood and flesh flying.

Chang Wan met the young man’s mocking gaze again: ‘…’

‘Very well.’

‘Excellent.’

‘It seems there’s no way she can give him this healing salve.’

‘And, by the looks of it, she’s going to die a very horrible death.’