The Villain Doesn’t Want To Get Entangled With the Beautiful Girl After Rebirth

1. The Doomsday Villain’s Golden Dream

Atop the frigid ridge, surrounded by celestial clouds.

Before the cliff, Lin Nuo clutches his wounded shoulder, blood dripping steadily.

‘Su Kexin, I should have killed you sooner,’ he mutters, blood now trickling from the corner of his mouth, teeth clenched.

After a fierce battle, he, at the pinnacle of the demonic path, is utterly exhausted.

Before him stands a girl in a light pink and white dress.

Su Kexin, his former fellow disciple.

Her white dress is stained with blood, her luminous eyes ablaze with righteous fury against evil.

‘Lin Nuo, your multitude of crimes, your slaughter of the innocent, cannot be tolerated by the heavens. Your era of sin ends here,’ she declares.

With one final thrust, Su Kexin pierces Lin Nuo’s chest.

Blood spurts from Lin Nuo’s mouth, his consciousness fading.

His eyelids droop, and all falls into darkness.”

It’s over.

…

The morning sun’s rays pierced through the window, shining directly onto the young man’s face.

The chaotic clatter of weapons outside reached his ears.

He slowly opened his eyes.

And saw a ceiling that seemed familiar.

What is this?

The young man bent over and found himself in a room that felt known yet strange.

“Wounds.”

He reached out to touch his shoulders and chest.

No wounds.

“How odd, could it have been a dream?”

Apart from the lack of any wounds on his body, there was no fatigue from the aftermath of a fierce battle.

He was clearly killed by that woman named Su Kexin, wasn’t he? Was it all a dream?

But this dream, it seemed a bit too real.

His gaze shifted to the calendar on his desk.

213, Year of the Dinghai.

“Huh? Isn’t this year 218, Year of the Renchen? Is the calendar wrong?”

He murmured to himself, hastily got up, and walked over to a bronze mirror.

In the mirror, he saw himself, but with a delicate and tender appearance, devoid of the traces of time’s harshness, very youthful.

“Can it be?”

He looked around the room, his eyes landing on a banner with the powerful brushstrokes spelling out “Xuan Yun Sect.”

Images began to surface in his mind.

He was once a disciple of the Xuan Yun Sect, and this was his room, with his sword hanging on the wall.

“Could it be?”

He had a clue, sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his energy.

The energy was weak, his cultivation low.

There wasn’t a trace of demonic energy flowing within him, leading him to suspect that his demonic core had not awakened.

“Just as I thought.”

After various tests and observing the room, he had a bold conjecture.

He, Lin Nuo, a world-ending villain, was reborn. He returned to five years ago when he was still a lowly disciple of a minor sect, and all his cultivation had regressed to that time.

“Heh.”

A cold smirk lifted the corners of his mouth, as if in self-mockery, yet also like a celebration of his own fortune.

Of course, whether everything was exactly the same as five years ago remained to be explored.

Lin Nuo was a transmigrator, for some reason, he had transmigrated into the body of a child named Lin Nuo and began life in this world.

He gradually came to understand this world, a realm where spiritual cultivation and martial honor reigned supreme, where heroes stood tall, and demonic sects and immortal clans were in constant strife, with monsters and fierce beasts plaguing the common folk.

Born into a prestigious family, at the age of 12, Lin Nuo was recruited by the then-renowned Xuan Yun Sect to cultivate under a female master.

He thought he had arrived with the protagonist’s template—endowed with exceptional talent and explosive luck, his strength soared within the Xuan Yun Sect. He vanquished demons and exorcised evil, becoming a savior-hero revered by all.

His fame spread far and wide, and the ladies flocked to him, ascending to the pinnacle of life.

But reality was: What are you daydreaming about?

Without a system, without a golden finger, without a fateful encounter, he was less than ordinary.

As for a harem? He had walked onto the wrong set; it was good enough that he wasn’t castrated.

His talent was at the bottom in the Xuan Yun Sect. After five years of cultivation, he had only reached the second stage of the Spirit Realm. Those who entered the sect at the same time as him were at least at the third stage, some even at the fifth.

Born a transmigrator, sorry.

This was just cannon fodder material, what kind of protagonist was this?

Su Kexin was his junior sister in the sect. Within a year of joining, she had reached the third stage of the Spirit Realm, her strength surpassing his.

In the following years, she would go on expeditions for the sect, slaying demons and exorcising evil. Her fame grew, unmatched in her realm, capable of counter-killing those two stages above her, favored by the sect master and elders, and even obtaining an ancient divine sword from a ruin.

Now that was a proper protagonist’s template!

Lin Nuo thought he might be a late bloomer, decided to steady himself and see. But just a year later, he was persecuted and expelled from the sect.

Later, he realized that he actually carried the villain’s template! Hunted by his enemies, he was forced to leap into the Demonic Spring, awakening his demonic roots and falling completely into devilry.

After becoming a demon, his strength surged, and through various deceitful and overt battles, he darkened, becoming a great villain that plagued the common folk.

But a villain is still a villain, and later, he was killed by Su Kexin, the protagonist, at the edge of a cliff.

But now, he was reborn!

And it was his own rebirth.

Transmigration plus rebirth, it’s like a calf doing somersaults, one impressive feat after another.

Given another chance, do I want to be a good person?

Nonsense!

I still want to continue being a great villain!

Logically speaking, at this time five years ago, Su Kexin had not yet risen to power and was of lower strength in the Xuan Yun Sect.

He, Lin Nuo, had a golden dream—to live in a reversed world where even a villain could kill the protagonist.

His idea was simple.

Before Su Kexin’s rise, kill her, then retreat unscathed, lay low and grow stronger. Wait a year, leap into the demonic spring, awaken the demonic root, ascend in demonic power, and then casually slaughter the Xuan Yun Sect. All the trash would die, and the world would be at his fingertips.

It would be like a cow strutting under a high-voltage line, impressive and electrifying all the way.

But now, he felt a sorrow akin to “the young not working hard, the old ending in tears.”

He was only at the second stage of the Spirit Realm. Fight the protagonist, Su Kexin? Was he looking for trouble? Even fighting on equal footing with the protagonist wouldn’t guarantee a fair fight, let alone being a stage lower. Wasn’t that just asking to be an experience fodder?

Moreover, the most terrifying thing was Su Kexin’s heaven-defying physique, which could erupt in strength when on the brink of death, an explosive power that even science couldn’t explain.

The sect forbade private fights, and killing someone then trying to escape was harder than reaching the heavens.

From outside the window came the continuous sounds of weapons clashing and the fluctuations of spiritual power.

He remembered that every morning, the Xuan Yun Sect had morning practice where disciples would train with swords and cultivate their Qi.

“Let’s go have a look.”

He changed into a white Taoist robe, warmed up his arms and shoulders, and strapped on his sword.

Compared to his peak in the demonic path five years ago, this body was still far too weak.

As for sword techniques, most of what he knew originated from the demonic path, and it was unclear if this body could wield those demonic sword techniques.

He opened the door to his room.

Suddenly, a hand knocked against his chest.

“Ah!”

Before him stood a petite and delicate girl, her silver-white long hair, fluffy white fox ears, and tail gently swaying.

The white fox, the girl he had brought from the Lin family.

In her panic, the tray with steamed buns and porridge fell to the ground.

“Ah, young master, I’m sorry! I was just about to knock when you came out, I’ll clean it up, please don’t be angry!”

The frightened little girl quickly crouched down to pick up the fallen breakfast.

“Ah, is he going to scold me again?”

“I’m just a little girl who made a small mistake, does he need to curse so harshly?”

“He’s truly despicable.”

…

Nearby disciples cast disdainful glances his way.

Lin Nuo pondered for a moment, recalling the past.

Yes, five years ago, he was nothing but a weakling who cursed at maids in private.

Heh.

Scumbags, I’m back.