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Du Rui, an exceptionally forgetful reader, finds himself transmigrated into one of the top male harem stallion novels, but as the antagonist. Now inhabiting the role of Xue Xinyu, the cunning villain, Du Rui struggles to maintain his s...
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The weight of those feelings pressed down on Huai Xiaozhun like a leaden cloak, suffocating him with the gravity of the moment. "You called me a monster," Huai Xiaozhun whispered, his voice barely more than a tremor in the tumultuous air. Each syllable quivered with despair, as if the words themselves were too heavy for his heart to bear.
"But you're a monster," Lan Yunlong's voice cracked like a whip, each word slicing through the air with the precision of a honed blade, cutting deeper than any weapon ever could. The raw pain in his tone carried the sting of betrayal, a sorrow that pierced Huai Xiaozhun's soul and laid bare the shattered remnants of their relationship. The phrase echoed in the air, reverberating with a finality that left no room for reconciliation, only the cold, hard truth of their irrevocable separation.
With a heart as heavy as stone and tears cascading down his face like a river of regret, Huai Xiaozhun felt his willpower crumble under the relentless demonic influence that had ensnared his soul. Each drop that fell was a testament to the internal battle he had waged and lost.
His trembling hands, now devoid of any remaining strength to resist, clutched the hilt of his sword with a resignation that was palpable. As he thrust the blade forward, it pierced through Lan Yunlong's heart, the cold steel delivering a fatal blow not just to his mentor's body, but to the very essence of the bond they had once shared. The battlefield, already a tableau of chaos and despair, was now stained with the blood of a profound betrayal, a crimson mark of loss that would never fade.
As Lan Yunlong's life force ebbed away, his eyes, once filled with wisdom and compassion, now dimmed with the fading light of his existence. His body crumpled to the ground, and with it, the weight of a legacy that had been tarnished beyond repair. Huai Xiaozhun, collapsing in the aftermath of his actions, was engulfed by a tidal wave of guilt and sorrow.
His tears, mingling with the dirt and blood of the battlefield, became a silent testament to the anguish that gnawed at his soul. The remnants of shattered bonds lay heavy on his heart, each tear a reflection of the profound grief and the haunting realisation that the darkness had consumed him utterly. I didn't want this, his inner voice cried out, a desperate plea for forgiveness in the face of an unforgivable act, seeking absolution from a tragedy that could never be undone.
Falling to his knees, Huai Xiaozhun's body was racked with sobs, each one a convulsion of remorse and despair. The tears continued to stream down his face, carving channels of sorrow across his cheeks. Above him, the demon's laughter rang out, loud and mocking, echoing through the ruins of his soul like the tolling of a death knell. "HAHAHAHA, I KNEW YOU WOULD BE PERFECT FOR THIS," the demon jeered, its voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. Each word cut deep into Huai Xiaozhun's psyche, twisting the knife of guilt and shame that had already lodged itself in his heart.
"YOU'RE MADE TO BE A MONSTER," the demon continued, its twisted praise a perverse acknowledgment of the destruction Huai Xiaozhun had wrought. The words were a dark anthem, celebrating the transformation that had turned a once-promising disciple into an instrument of death and despair. Huai Xiaozhun, overwhelmed with guilt and unable to find his voice, could only bow his head in mute agony, the weight of his actions pressing him deeper into the mire of his own making.
