The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

"Checkmate."

"Humph! Master, that's so unfair!" Jiang Chuchu puffed her cheeks, pouting like a spoiled child.

She was donned in an orange robe that hugged her curves, a small tear near her chest revealing just enough to hint at the big little rabbits hidden inside. Her figure, the kind that could make most women envious, and her round, lovable face gave off the perfect combination of innocence and temptation.

Perched high on the cliff, she sat on a small stool across from a young man who looked evily innocent.

Sun Liang, with his gentle smile and the symbol of the sun on his forehead, had the kind of face that could fool anyone into thinking he wasn't capable of dark schemes.

"There's no unfairness in war, Chuchu," he said, smiling calmly. "Think of it like a battlefield."

"Humph! You're just bullying Chuchu…" she huffed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Then her gaze drifted from the game, curiosity flickering as she scanned the horizon.

"It's Miss Lingxi… she really had the guts to defy the Sun Dynasty?" Her gaze shifted to Su Xiaobai, who was stumbling through the mountains below like a clueless rabbit trying to escape. "That's Hua Sheng's son? Su Xiaobai? He's so weak…" she murmered, her voice filled with disdain.

Sun Liang's calm smile never faltered. "His strength is irrelevant. Because of him, the dragon has been tied up in knots and can't move. He's far more useful than all the other pawns I've played… But," he paused, his smile tightening slightly, "he's outlived his usefulness."

In the Immortal Cloud Continent, particularly within Wuxia Province—the strongest and most protected region—Sun Dynasty reigned supreme.

The dynasty had produced two consecutive #1-ranked S-rank Guardians: the Immortal Emperor and his successor, Sun Liang, the Immortal Son.

Jiang Chuchu, loyal and ever the obedient maid, frowned. "Master, are we going to kill him?"

Sun Liang smiled, his expression calm. "Not us."

"Huh?" Jiang Chuchu's confusion deepened.

She could never quite figure out her master's intentions—he was always one step ahead, like a celestial being who didn't even belong to this world.

So powerful, so cunning, so... annoyingly unreadable.

She often threw herself at him, hoping he'd give in to her charms, but the bastard never took the bait.

Still pouting, she couldn't help but admire his otherworldly presence.

Sun Liang, on the other hand, smiled inwardly, his fingers tapping lightly on the table. 'For the second time...' He chuckled silently to himself. 'Hua Sheng, you and your son really made things easy for me. You were the perfect cannon fodder, and now, with your son and wife, I'll claim my spot as the sole Emperor of the Immortal Cloud Continent.'

The Immortal Cloud Continent had never seen a single ruler before.

Even now, its lands were divided into fragmented regions, Wuxia Province being the most dominant.

But Sun Liang, after five decades of meticulous plotting, knew that today's move would ensure the Sun Dynasty's rise to absolute power.

Soon, he would sit on the golden throne as the one true Emperor!

Su Xiaobai, of course, couldn't have dreamed that his father's death wasn't the result of the petty rumors accusing his mother.

It was all part of a much larger plan.

From the very beginning, his family had been nothing more than scapegoats, pawns in Sun Liang's climb to the top.

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A day later—Storm Peak Mountains!

BOOM!

Thunder ripped through the sky, cracking it open with violent force as rain poured like the heavens themselves were weeping.

The air was filled with the stench of wet earth and something far more sinister—blood.

Pat! Pat! Pat!

Su Xiaobai's feet pounded against the wet, muddy ground as he climbed the cliff, excitement driving him forward.

How long had it been since he last saw his mother? His little sister, Xiao Mei? The loyal servants who had stuck with them even after they were forced to flee Wuxia Province?

He couldn't wait to see them, to feel the warmth of home once more.

Their refuge—hidden deep in the Storm Peak Mountains, far from civilization—was their sanctuary.

Though far from safe, with monsters and hunters constantly roaming nearby, it was a place they had fought to protect.

His mother had always ensured they were shielded from the worst of it.

Up there, they'd carved out a peaceful existence, a quiet life that had allowed Su Xiaobai to forget the blood-soaked days of his past life as a villain.

As he climbed, rain drenched his clothes, and the sharp rocks beneath his feet tore into his skin, leaving bloody streaks with each step.

But he was too eager to notice the pain.

His mind was already with his family, wondering how long he'd been imprisoned, wondering what he had missed.

"How long was I stuck in that hellhole?" he muttered, his sense of time warped after days—or was it weeks?—in the Heavenly Prison.

He wiped the rain from his face, only to stop dead in his tracks.

His eyes caught something in the water running down the cliffside.

It wasn't just rain.

"Blood..."

His heart froze in his chest.

He looked up, and his breath stopped.

A crimson stream ran down the rocks, mixing with the rain. Panic surged through him like a bolt of lightning, and he sprinted the rest of the way up, ignoring the sting in his feet and the burn in his lungs.

As he reached the clearing where his home once stood, the world seemed to fall silent, except for the endless downpour.

What greeted him wasn't home.

It was destruction.

The buildings were nothing but rubble.

His family's sanctuary had been reduced to nothing but ruins.

Blood pooled in the mud, bodies—so many bodies—scattered everywhere.

The smell of iron and death was suffocating, choking the breath from his lungs.

His feet sank into the wet earth as he stepped through the bloody mess.

Each squelching step echoed in the hollow silence, the stench pressing in from all sides.

This… this wasn't real. It couldn't be.

Then, his eyes fell on a small, lifeless form.

A white-furred lion cub, soaked in blood.

Pang Nue'er…

His sister's beloved magical beast. Its once proud and playful body now lay broken, motionless.

Su Xiaobai collapsed beside the cub, cradling its limp form in his hands. "Pang Nue'er… What… what happened here? Where is everyone?" His voice cracked, trembling, his mind filled with terror of the worst.

He could feel the familiar faces of those he loved flashing in his mind—his mother, Xiao Mei, the people who made this isolated place a home.

The cold knot in his stomach twisted tighter.

The cub let out one final, weak whimper before its neck snapped in his hands.

"No… no…" Su Xiaobai whispered, his voice barely audible over the rain.

His chest heaved, heart splintering in his chest.

If Pang Nue'er was dead, that meant his sister—Xiao Mei—was likely gone too.

"Xiao Mei! Mother!" he screamed, his voice filled with anger and desperation, breaking through the storm night like a blade.

But there was no answer.

Just the rain—endless, merciless.

Why?

What did they do?

A dark, sinister thought crawled into his mind — His fists clenched as a wave of rage rose within him, burning through the despair.

He looked up at the storming sky, his blood boiling. 'What the hell did they do to deserve this?'

He hadn't killed anyone this time.

He hadn't wronged anyone.

This time, he'd done nothing, and yet…

Here he was, watching everything he cared about torn apart.

Again.

The heavens remained silent, as if fate itself was watching him suffer, uncaring

Even in his last life, the answer had been silence.