I’ve been resurrected and transmigrated?!

A sharp pain stabbed through his chest.

Zhao Xize woke with a jolt.

He opened his eyes, thought he was still dreaming, and closed them again.

But the stabbing pain in his chest wouldn’t let him ignore it.

He opened his eyes once more and looked down.

A dagger was buried in his chest, blood still pouring from the wound.

Zhao Xize looked around helplessly and spotted a cold figure.

The person was draped in a black cloak, only a pair of scarlet eyes glimmering faintly.

Murder?

Murder!

At that moment, his life flashed before his eyes.

He couldn’t find a single reason why anyone would want to murder him.

He was just a shut-in, into anime, and his favorite games were yuri games.

He barely had any social life.

Oh.

That made him a good target.

So it was a maniac killer.

No wonder they picked me, he thought.

He felt a strange sense of relief.

Even if I died, nobody would find me for days.

With his last breath, Zhao Xize raised his hand toward the figure, his eyes filled with reluctance to leave the world.

“Why? What did I do wrong?”

After saying that, Zhao Xize lost consciousness completely.

Everything just now had been his dying flash.

The red-eyed cloaked figure was taken aback.

Her cold eyes rippled.

She seemed thrown off by his final words.

After a moment, her eyes turned firm.

The body on the bed was completely still, so she finally left with peace of mind.

The night stayed quiet, undisturbed by Zhao Xize’s death.

The room was pitch black, and no one noticed that a corpse now lay in this luxurious mansion.

Dawn broke, and Zhao Xize slowly woke from a dream.

He realized he had a terrifying dream.

He’d been murdered in his room, a dagger in his chest.

That was way too horrible.

Zexi sat up slowly.

His whole body felt weak and sore, as if he’d gone to sleep right after a fitness test.

But he’d already graduated years ago.

Clatter!

A crisp sound came from somewhere.

Zexi instinctively looked.

It seemed something had fallen off the bed.

He leaned over and saw a dagger.

Immediately he snapped wide awake, trembling all over.

The shock unleashed a flood of memories.

Zexi Alshina?

Son of Maria?

Suspected adopted child of the Alshina family?

A brainless young villain?

These memories flashed through his mind.

He looked around, confirming this was Zexi’s room in the Alshina Duke’s mansion.

He walked to the full-length mirror.

Looking at the messy red long hair and slouched figure, he muttered subconsciously.

“Zexi Alshina, ‘Cecilia’s Citrus Life’?”

Zexi gradually sorted through his tangled thoughts.

Had he transmigrated?

Or had he awakened memories of a past life?

Only then did Zexi remember.

In his past life, he’d died in a car accident, then woke up and died again, but for some reason, he was alive now.

He reached up and touched his chest where the dagger had pierced through.

He remembered clearly that last night, there had been a hole here and a lot of blood.

The good news was that he had come to the world of the game he loved most in his past life.

The bad news was that he seemed to have transmigrated into a villain.

Even worse, this villain wasn’t ordinary.

He was the biggest villain of the early and middle arcs, and he seemed to be behind all kinds of incidents.

Why “seemed”?

Because Zexi never actually read the story.

He only knew the villain because he’d seen the CG scenes while playing.

The villain survived three protagonist execution CGs and was still alive.

Who wouldn’t remember someone like that?

The guy just wouldn’t die.

Zexi’s face turned pale.

Aside from his death CGs, he couldn’t recall any story about Zexi.

All the cutscenes he’d skipped in his past life now seemed to have skipped over his own life.

He just wanted to watch girls being affectionate with each other.

How did it come to this?

Was he supposed to die while watching the heroine and her harem being affectionate?

That didn’t sound so bad.

Wait, no!

No way!

He couldn’t let that happen.

He had to survive.

He wanted to be affectionate with girls too.

Zexi patted his cheeks, forcing himself to cheer up.

As long as he stayed away from the protagonist group, his chances of survival were high.

Then he suddenly remembered that pair of scarlet, indifferent eyes.

In the game, only one kind of person had eyes like that: the protagonist, Cecilia Helboriel.

So she had killed him again last night?

That meant Zexi had been killed four times!

Talk about hard to kill.

If he just didn’t interfere with the protagonist, he probably wouldn’t die easily.

Why couldn’t he have transmigrated as a girl?

Then maybe he could get close to the protagonist.

No, wait.

He couldn’t give up being a man!

He hadn’t even had a girlfriend yet.

How could he lose the chance to be a man?

With that thought, Zexi relaxed a little.

Even as a disposable male side character, as long as he moved carefully, he could survive.

Especially since he was a duke’s son.

He wouldn’t need to worry about daily life.

Playing it safe was victory.

But then he thought of those cold scarlet eyes, and his sense of danger returned.

The fact that Cecilia could come and kill him immediately meant she was a reincarnator, carrying the pain of her previous death.

She had come to assassinate him.

This seemed like an irreconcilable grudge.

Next time, he’d probably be killed again.

“Please, no!”

Zexi fell into despair.

This huge duke’s mansion gave him no sense of safety.

He was sixteen.

The protagonist should be fifteen now, and there was still a year before the main story began.

And Cecilia could already sneak into the duke’s mansion and assassinate him this easily.

She really was the chosen heroine.

Even if she died, she’d probably just reincarnate and try again.

He ran his fingers through his red hair in frustration.

Looking at this perfectly natural, untainted red hair, Zexi’s heart began to firm up.

Get stronger!

Then survive under the protagonist.

In his past life, he’d died so many times and still hadn’t been wiped out.

So in this life, as long as he didn’t stray, as long as he didn’t fight the protagonist group, she’d have no reason to kill him.

He knew Cecilia very well.

His room was covered with her character art and keychains.

I need to get stronger!

Oh, right.

Where was the system that every transmigrator was supposed to have?

I want a system.

“Status window? System?”

Zexi called out.

Nothing happened.

He felt a little sad.

What a hellish start.

He refused to believe it.

He called out every way he could, trying to awaken a cheat ability.

Zexi Alshina, Zexi Alshina.

What are you even imagining at a time like this?

Just as he was sighing, a huge golden-framed panel appeared in front of him.

The left side displayed all sorts of attribute values.

The right side showed a row labeled Emotion Points.

Below was a list of what Emotion Points could do.

“Is this my cheat? This familiar window. Isn’t this just the game status screen? Let me see what my talents are.”

Zexi was dazzled by the surprise.

He started checking his character attributes just like in his past life.

The classic HP, defense, and attack were hidden and unviewable.

He didn’t know why the game did that.

In his past life, he’d needed a mod to see those stats, and only then did he discover that these three values actually changed.

That was incomprehensible, but back then it hadn’t mattered much.

Now it was different.

He was actually living here.

[Zexi Alshina]
[HP: ???]
[DEF: ???]
[ATK: ???]
[Mana: 0/0]
[Class: None]
[Magic Level: 0 star]
[Magic Talent: 3 stars]
[Magic Affinity: Good]
[Attribute Affinity: Fire: Faint, Water: Faint, Earth: Faint, Wind: Faint, Lightning: Excellent, Ice: Faint, Wood: Faint, Light: Faint, Dark: Faint.]
[Skills: Blessed Revival (Passive) Cooldown 4395 hours.]
[Status: Weak: 32 hours, Fatigued: 10 hours, Magic Deficiency: 5 hours.]

After reading the entire panel, Zexi froze like an amber statue.

This was a villain’s talent?

With this talent, could he even survive until tomorrow?

“Can I just restart? I’ve never seen this many ‘faint’ ratings in my entire life.”

In his past life, when Zexi saw a talent panel with nothing above “Excellent,” he’d reroll or use a talent enhancement item.

Now his panel was this pathetic.

How was he supposed to get stronger?

“Blessed Revival, I’ve let you down. I didn’t think the saint’s bloodline was this strong. No wonder it was so hard to kill me. So I really did have a resurrection armor.”

Zexi clicked on the skill details to look at the ridiculous resurrection armor.

[Blessed Revival (Passive): An Alshina bloodline skill, a miracle granted by the Goddess of Dawn. After use, the user revives from death and falls into a period of weakness. The worse the death state, the longer the bloodline skill’s cooldown.]
[This is a miracle belonging to the Saint of Dawn.]

Cooldown.

Thinking about cooldown made Zexi speechless at the game.

You could only treat that number as decorative.

It wasn’t authoritative at all.

Sometimes luck was bad, and when the cooldown was up, you’d find there was still an hour left.

Truly bizarre.

Zexi sighed.

He possessed an extremely powerful skill, but he couldn’t use it.

His magic talent was this bad.

Even if he started training now, he might not be able to beat up a street thug after two years.

Life was so dark.

Fortunately, there was the Emotion Points thing beside him.

This was probably the cheat given to him.

Zexi shifted his gaze to the right side of the screen, where the Emotion Points and the shop were displayed.

At the top was simply written “Emotion Points.”

Below it, a number: 142.

‘Not a bad amount. I wonder what I can buy. Hopefully there’s something that can improve my talent.’

The shop below didn’t have many items.

It was divided in half.

One half said “Sage’s Eye: Allows viewing of magic compatibility.”

The other half had two options: “Donar Bloodline Awakening” and “Alshina Bloodline Awakening.”

It looked like bloodline awakening was a one-time choice.

Zexi thought about it.

Seeing that bloodline awakening only cost 20 Emotion Points, he got excited.

But which one to pick gave him a headache.

Still, this wasn’t the time to think about it, because he was hungry.

He reached for the rope beside the full-length mirror.

That rope was for summoning maids.

The old Zexi really knew how to enjoy life and set up convenient things for himself.

Every morning, he stood by the mirror and waited to be served.

He looked at his clothes.

The obvious hole made Zexi realize something was wrong.

He glanced back.

The dagger was lying innocently on the floor.

Zexi hurried over, trying to figure out how to hide it, when the door opened.

Zexi kicked the dagger away.

It slid perfectly under the bed, and Zexi breathed a sigh of relief.

At the door, a line of maids filed in.

Some carried towels, some carried basins of water.

Leading them was Ansu, Zexi’s personal maid.

Ansu looked at the flustered Zexi with confusion.

She was also surprised that Zexi was up this early.

Once he’d settled down, Zexi froze.

Above Ansu’s head, a notification rose up, then fell and faded away.

[Emotion Points +10.]

Then it popped two more times, +1 each, and went silent.

What was that about?

Zexi held out his arms and let the maids wash him and change his clothes, his mind churning.

Emotion Points were provided by people, but he didn’t know exactly how they were provided.

And why had the notifications stopped?

Very strange.

Before he could finish thinking, the maids finished their work and started to withdraw.

Zexi quickly called out to Ansu.

“Ansu, leave breakfast at the door. Actually, do that for the next few days. Just leave food at the door. Don’t disturb me.”

Zexi felt a strange sensation in his heart at being taken care of like this, but his body showed no reaction at all.

Clearly, he was someone who had never lifted a finger.

At that moment, more Emotion Points popped up around Ansu.

[Emotion Points +10]
[Emotion Points +5]
[Emotion Points +1]
…

Ansu had produced another burst of Emotion Points from what he’d said.

This confused him even more.

The maids behind her also produced a point or two.

Could it be that just talking gave Emotion Points?

“Yes, I’ll arrange it right away.”

The maids received their orders and withdrew.