How To Survive As A Villain

The Red eyed King Yama

Ren found himself sitting at the edge of the cliff overlooking the tiny village nestled at the foot of the mountain. Despite the picturesque scene, the distance didn't allow Ren the luxury to take a close-up.

Did he transmigrate again? Where? In some ancient dynasty? His long lilac robe with a fancy-looking golden belt around his waist did indicate such a thing. 

Ren was torn between two conflicting thoughts. Should he be grateful for getting rid of the molester, or should he worry about his future without modern bathrooms? 

Damn, I will miss that Jurassic Park! But where is the cub? Maybe it will arrive later like last time?

As Ren marveled at the ancient-looking structures of the tiny houses, a rustling voice caught his attention. Curious, Ren rose to his feet and found himself face to face with a very handsome young man, his long hair tied up with a pink ribbon. 

"Hello?" Ren could only start the conversation to get a hint at the situation.
The said person smiled at Ren, and Ren could swear he saw flowers blooming in the background.

"Greetings, Your Excellency."

Looking at the figure, bowing in respect before him, Ren turned around and checked the area.

Yup, He was alone. So, did he become some higher-up of sorts?

Before Ren could decide whether to act like an arrogant prince or a humble Royal, he heard a pleasant voice again.

"I know you might be confused. You don't have to worry about anything. Please follow me to the rest area."

Ren, ".... Ok." 

What else could Ren do? He wouldn't have followed a random stranger just like that, especially after the earlier incident.

However, Ren couldn't shake the familiar feeling creeping into his heart. Why did he feel like he knew this person well?

Fox? Why would Ren think this person was a fox? There were no tails behind the person.
In addition to this, Ren trusted his intuition, which had saved him on several occasions before.

If the system could hear Ren, it would mock him. If this intuition was so wonderful why would Ren die like that?

As Ren walked through the lush greenery and towering trees, they stumbled upon a dilapidated temple.

"Here we are, Your Excellency. The divine beast you are looking for is inside."

"Okay." 

Once again, Ren followed the instructions and stepped over the small threshold covered with red-colored powder.

Was it vermilion? Not just the threshold, but the entire boundary was painted in this manner.

A scene in a certain movie flashed across his eyes. There was a group of people who wanted to trap the very powerful spirit by marking lines around the area with vermilion and later that monster was killed by the teenage protagonist. 

Ren, "..."

The light suddenly dimmed, as if someone had covered the sun with a blanket. Ren cautiously stepped forward and saw a person sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Blood dripped from his body, various scars littering his back. His midnight black hair, long enough to scatter on the ground, mingled with the pooling blood around the still-silent figure.

Ren's heart clenched, and he found himself kneeling in front of the injured person. His fingers gently brushed aside the strands of hair covering the person's face.