The script has fallen apart! Lin Yuan: It doesn't matter, I'm the protagonist anyway!

The night spread out like thick ink.

The Yan Capital, which had been bustling all day, finally gradually returned to peace.

Lin Yuan strolled alone down the tree-lined path back to the manor.

The streetlights stretched his shadow very long, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the rustling of wind through the leaves could be heard.

He enjoyed this tranquility.

Compared to the deafening clamor inside the Dragons Nest stadium, this place was simply heaven.

In his mind, he unconsciously began to review everything that had happened today.

Ye Xuan, the protagonist who in the original work should have advanced triumphantly all the way, eventually becoming a legend at the National League and completely establishing his status as the son of destiny.

Now, he had become a prisoner everyone despised, a poor wretch whose Cultivation had been crippled.

His life trajectory had been fanned out of recognition by this butterfly from another world.

The Ultimate Ancestor in his Sea of Consciousness was probably so angry by now that he'd suffered Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, right?

And then there was the Huangfu Family, who wanted to borrow a knife to kill and use Ye Xuan as a pawn.

This investment was a total loss, so disastrous they didn't even have their underwear left.

The plot of the original work, after his series of 'micro-manipulations', had completely collapsed and slid toward a completely unknown direction.

But... so what?

The corner of Lin Yuan's mouth curled into an indifferent arc.

Did he care?

He didn't care at all.

To Hell with the son of destiny, to Hell with the plot direction.

In the face of absolute power, all schemes and intrigues, all Luck bestowed upon one, were nothing more than a joke like children playing house.

Regardless of what Ye Xuan's future held, or what new troubles might pop up in this world.

One point would never change.

And that was... no one should even think about disturbing this Young Master from quietly lying flat and sleeping!

“Sleeping is the first priority of life...”

Lin Yuan gave a big stretch and quickened his pace home.

Just then.

A crisp and pleasant female voice, yet carrying a hint of urgency and breathlessness, rang out from behind him.

“Lin Yuan! Please... please wait a moment!”

Lin Yuan's footsteps paused, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Annoying.

Why do people always like to disturb others late at night?

He slowly turned around and saw a beautiful figure leaning against a streetlight pole, panting slightly.

It was Gu Ningxue.

She seemed to have run all the way; a layer of fragrant sweat covered her forehead, shimmering like crystals under the moonlight.

Her heroic and beautiful face carried a blush from the exertion, and her bright, beautiful eyes were staring at him intently without blinking.

“I... I've been looking for you for a long time.”

Gu Ningxue steadied her breathing.

She walked quickly to Lin Yuan, her tone filled with sincerity and gratitude.

“At the arena today... thank you.”

She took a deep breath.

As if gathering immense courage, she continued, “If you hadn't stepped in at the end, I might... already...”

She didn't continue, but the danger involved was self-evident.

Ye Xuan's final punch was a killing strike that burned all his life and sanity.

Even if she could have blocked it, she would have inevitably been seriously injured, perhaps even leaving behind an indelible Dao Injury.

It was Lin Yuan who, like a Heavenly God descending to earth, had pulled her back from the edge of the cliff.

This kindness was as heavy as Mount Tai.

She could never repay it!

However, facing the new champion's extremely sincere thanks, Lin Yuan's face showed no expression.

He just looked at her quietly, his gaze as flat as if he were looking at a passerby asking for directions.

He waved his hand and said casually, in a matter-of-fact tone that even carried a hint of impatience:

“It was just a small effort.”

After speaking, he didn't even give Gu Ningxue a chance to speak again, turning directly and continuing to walk toward the manor.

It was as if to him, the thrilling rescue of a beauty just now was truly no different from swatting a mosquito.

Gu Ningxue froze on the spot.

She had prepared a bellyful of words and countless possible follow-ups.

Yet she had never expected the other party's reaction would be so... cold.

In the instant she was dazed.

Lin Yuan's figure suddenly became blurred under the shadow of a streetlight not far ahead.

In the next second, he seemed to merge into the night, silently and completely vanishing.

As if he had never appeared.

A cold night wind blew past.

Gu Ningxue stood alone on the empty path.

The championship trophy in her hand, representing the Peak glory of the nation's colleges, seemed to become incredibly heavy at this moment.

She stared blankly in the direction where Lin Yuan had disappeared.

After a long time, she slowly clenched her fist.

In her beautiful eyes, the original gratitude and awe were gradually replaced by a more fervent and persistent light.

“Lin Yuan...”

“Just what kind of person are you?”

...On the other side.

Inside a dimly lit, simple infirmary filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Ye Xuan slowly woke up amidst a series of noisy discussions.

His consciousness was still a bit blurred, and the dialogue of two men deliberately lowering their voices faintly reached his ears.

“Sigh, what a pity, truly a pity! Originally such a favored child of heaven, a strong contender for the national championship, and as a result... he's fallen to this state! What do you think he was after? Instead of walking the broad, bright path, he had to Cultivate some Forbidden Technique that harms himself and others!”

“Tsk, forget it! Do you really believe that 'grassroots counterattack' stuff the media was blowing up?”

The other voice was full of disdain and contempt, “I heard that this Ye Xuan's talent was mediocre to begin with; he was fundamentally a piece of trash! The reason he could rise before was entirely because a woman behind him was stacking up resources!”

“Later, for some reason, that woman stopped giving him resources, and he was knocked back to his original form. Probably the psychological gap was too large to bear, so he took the crooked path, wanting to rely on Forbidden Techniques to turn the tables! Serves him right!”

...These words were like red-hot steel needles, stabbing fiercely into Ye Xuan's brain!

Relying on a woman... knocked back to original form... trash... serves him right... “Ugh...”

A painful groan escaped Ye Xuan's throat, and he snapped his eyes open.

The two medical staff in white coats, who had been chatting excitedly, were startled when they saw him wake up and quickly shut their mouths.

After exchanging a glance, they walked out quickly as if avoiding a plague god.

With a 'bang', the door was closed.

The whole world became quiet again.

Ye Xuan turned his stiff neck and looked around.

He found himself lying on a cold iron bed, surrounded by mottled walls and a few pieces of old medical equipment.

This was an old hospital ward.

It seemed he had been sent to a hospital.

And, there shouldn't be any immediate danger to his life.

But... so what?

His heart, at this moment, became completely hollow.

Like an empty shell drained of all emotion, a walking corpse.

He knew... he was completely finished.

His Cultivation was crippled, his Meridians were shattered.

His reputation had fallen from the clouds to the bottom of the valley, making him a liar and a Devil Head despised by everyone.

That stupid woman Li Xuan'er had already been squeezed of her last bit of utility value.

And that Huangfu Family, who used him as a blade, would likely have already treated him as a discarded pawn and thrown him into the trash after seeing his miserable state.

He now had nothing.

No, he still possessed one thing.

And that was... an endless hatred for Lin Yuan that went deep into his marrow, making him want to grind Lin Yuan's bones to ash!

“Lin... Yuan...”

Ye Xuan squeezed these two words out from between his teeth.

He slowly clenched his fists, his sharp nails digging deep into his palms.

Blood flowed along the cracks between his fingers.

Drop by drop, it fell onto the yellowed bedsheet below, blooming into eye-catching blood-colored plum blossoms.

In those hollow eyes of his.

Gradually, a sliver of light was rekindled.

It was not the light of hope.

But a crazy and obsessive... light of destruction that wanted to drag the whole world into Hell!

Creak—

Just as Ye Xuan's heart was undergoing an internal struggle and was about to be completely swallowed by madness.

That old door made a piercing sound.

A crack was slowly pushed open from the outside.

“Who?!”

Ye Xuan snapped his head up and looked over impatiently.

However, when he clearly saw the familiar and wretched figure outside the door, he froze entirely.

The person who came was actually... Li Xuan'er!

“What are you doing here?”

Ye Xuan's voice was cold, without a single shred of emotion.

In his eyes flashed a look of extreme disgust and irritation.

Ye Xuan suddenly grabbed a water cup from the bedside and smashed it fiercely toward Li Xuan'er!

“Get out!!!”

“You useless trash who only brings bad Luck to men! Get out of my sight!”

Bang!

The water cup brushed past Li Xuan'er's scalp and smashed heavily against the wall, shattering into pieces.

The shards of the cup exploded at Li Xuan'er's feet.

The crisp sound was exceptionally piercing in this dead silent ward.

However, facing Ye Xuan's hysterical roar and near-mad expulsion, there was not the slightest Fear or retreat on Li Xuan'er's face.

She didn't even make a move to dodge.

She just stood there quietly, letting the flying glass shards graze her cheek, leaving behind a fine trail of blood.

On that pale and numb face of hers, a strange, chilling arc slowly curled up.

“Get out?”

Li Xuan'er softly repeated the words, her voice hoarse yet carrying an unspeakable, heart-piercing coldness.

“Ye Xuan, look at yourself now.”

“Like a stray dog whose teeth have been pulled and whose spine has been broken, you can only stay here, venting your incompetent rage at a 'useless trash' in your eyes.”

“Do you think you still have the right to tell me to get out?”

Boom!

These few sentences were ten thousand times more vicious than the discussion of those two medical staff earlier!

Like a dagger dipped in lethal poison, they precisely and fiercely stabbed into Ye Xuan's already riddled heart!

“You... what did you say?!”

Ye Xuan's body trembled violently; he struggled to sit up from the bed, but this pulled at his shattered Meridians. In intense pain, he fell back heavily!

“You bitch! What do you know!”

“If it weren't for that bastard Lin Yuan plotting against me! If it weren't for his despicable and shameless sneak attack! How could I have lost! I am the champion! I am the strongest!”

Ye Xuan's eyes were blood-red as he roared like a madman.

He blamed all his failures and all his humiliations on Lin Yuan!

“Is that so?”

The sarcasm at the corner of Li Xuan'er's mouth grew even thicker.

“A loss is a loss. No matter how many excuses you find, it won't change the fact that you are now a cripple.”

She slowly, step by step, walked toward the hospital bed.

Her high heels stepped on the floor full of glass shards, making a 'crunch, crunch' sound, as if stepping on Ye Xuan's fragile nerves.

“However...”

Just a moment before Ye Xuan's anger was about to completely explode, Li Xuan'er's tone suddenly shifted.

She stopped in front of the bed, looking down from above at this man she once loved to the point of humility and hated to the bone.

On that originally hollow and numb face, a heart-palpitating craftiness and temptation now emerged.

“Ye Xuan, do you want revenge?”

Her voice seemed to carry magic.

“I can help you.”

“Help you restore to where you once were... no, to a level even stronger than before!”