I Am the Fated Villain Chapter 2: Thrust Into A World of Fantasy; The Villain of Destiny!

Gu Changge's profound gaze was fixed upon the tea cup held in his hands as he gently blew aside the rising steam. His snow-white robes were pristine, without a single speck of dust, while a thin veil of mist appeared to shroud his elegant and handsome facial features. Upon closer inspection, however, one would find an indifferent expression that surveyed the world with a total lack of interest.

With his wandering thoughts and detached demeanor, it was evident that the farce unfolding within the hall held no importance to him.

He carried himself like a silent observer, watching the affairs of the world from a high vantage point.

At the very least, that was the impression he gave to everyone present in the hall.

Regardless of who they were, every onlooker believed that the identity of the man before them was anything but ordinary. Whether judged by his temperament or his poise, he exuded an unmistakable aura of transcendence.

This was no mere mortal!

Of course, what no one realized was that Gu Changge’s apparent indifference stemmed from a sense of... utter confusion. It wasn't that he chose not to care about the events in the hall, but rather that he was unable to. In this moment, he was trapped in a daze as his own mind merged with the memories of another.

He was a Transmigrator!

Just a moment ago, he had been fast asleep in his bedroom; yet, upon opening his eyes, he found himself transported into this perilous fantasy world.

In this realm, the powerful possess the strength to pluck stars and seize the moon. They can shift mountains and command the seas. To fly through the heavens is simple, and traversing the Earth is a common feat.

The weak, conversely, are trampled under the boots of the strong. Their lives hold no more value than the mud and grass beneath one's feet, stripped of all dignity and respect.

……

He was a True Disciple of an Immortal Land from the Upper Realm who had journeyed to the Lower Realm for his training; he was a youth born with transcendent talent and a terrifying lineage.

While such a background sounded prestigious, Gu Changge’s extensive knowledge of countless webnovels from his previous life made his current circumstances painfully clear: he was nothing more than a mob villain, a piece of cannon fodder destined to be destroyed within a few chapters.

This realization brought a sharp pang of distress to Gu Changge’s heart.

Observing the scene before him, he understood that the very moment he transmigrated, he had been dropped into a scenario where he was meant to be humiliated by a Favored Son of Heaven!

That name, Ye Chen, was undoubtedly one of those generic, cookie-cutter names reserved for Protagonists.

And his own name? Gu Changge—a name clearly invented by some author on a whim to provide the Protagonist with a piece of scum to crush under his heel.

He was portrayed as a formidable big shot, so wouldn't the Protagonist's reputation skyrocket if he managed to successfully humiliate a prestigious figure like him?

"Gu Changge…"

"Gu Changge…"

By this point, Ye Chen had already shouted Gu Changge’s name several times, yet he had failed to provoke any reaction.

Gu Changge did not even bother to glance in his direction.

Ye Chen’s knuckles turned white and his bones creaked as he clenched his fists in fury and frustration, having been completely ignored by his rival. To his eyes, Gu Changge was looking down on him with utter contempt.

"WHAT IMPUDENCE?! How dare you address the Young Lord by his name with such blatant disrespect?"

Suddenly, a freezing snarl erupted from Gu Changge’s side, accompanied by a heavy, oppressive force. The speaker was Chu Xuan, the newly appointed Holy Son of the Taixuan Holy Land.

He stepped forward with a frigid expression, divine runes shimmering around his palm as his aura flared, signaling his readiness to strike Ye Chen and teach him a lesson at a moment's notice.

This was his chance to prove his worth. If not for Gu Changge’s favorable words, he would never have attained his current rank. He certainly wouldn't have surpassed the other True Disciples of the Taixuan Holy Land so easily otherwise.

Consequently, he felt a deep sense of gratitude toward Gu Changge.

After all, he did not share the luck of Su Qingge, who was born to a Saint father and was destined to be the Holy Maiden from the day she entered the world.

"Ye Chen, you arrogant brat! You have repeatedly defied the Sect's authority in front of all our esteemed guests, making me doubt your very loyalty to the Sect…

"Guards! Step forward and seize this beast at once; throw him into the dungeon to await his sentence!"

At that moment, an Elder also rose to his feet, shouting at Ye Chen in an attempt to curry favor with Gu Changge. He was not about to let such a perfect opportunity slip away.

"Agreed! Holy Lord, I propose we shatter Ye Chen’s cultivation and expel him from our Sect."

"Indeed! This is the only way to provide Young Lord Gu with a proper explanation!"

The other Elders followed suit, standing up one after another to gain points for themselves, denouncing Ye Chen’s audacity and lack of respect with masks of righteous indignation.

This display left the visiting guests from distant lands in a state of shock.

Just what was the true identity of this mysterious youth dressed in white?

Ye Chen, meanwhile, turned pale as he realized the tide had turned completely against him. Everyone was scrambling to please Gu Changge—not even Su Qingge had uttered a single word in his defense!

Why was this happening?! The reality was entirely different from what he had envisioned!

Just then, a cold sensation flowed from the ring on his finger into his hand, soothing Ye Chen’s agitated mind.

Gu Changge remained seated, but a flicker of genuine interest finally appeared in his eyes as he took another sip of tea.

How strange? He hadn't even spoken a word, yet this Favored Son of Heaven named Ye Chen had already fallen into a desperate situation. This was quite unusual for someone with the status of a Son of Heaven.

Gu Changge’s eyes then drifted toward the ring sitting on Ye Chen’s finger.

It appeared to be the classic "Powerful Grandpa" trope that had been so popular in his previous world years ago. As expected of a Favored Son of Heaven, they couldn't exist without some kind of Golden Finger.

"Gu Changge, do you only know how to hide behind your status to bully others?"

Ye Chen roared again, glaring fiercely at Gu Changge. He was convinced that this entire predicament had been masterminded by Gu Changge to ruin him. If not for this man's presence, why would the Holy Lord personally hand over Su Qingge?

Who knows what might have happened during the previous night!

A ball of rage burned in Ye Chen’s chest as he contemplated that thought. He wanted nothing more than to slaughter Gu Changge with ten thousand cuts, shredding him into a million pieces right then and there.

He had once faced life-and-death trials alongside Su Qingge, yet he could only admire her from a distance without ever getting close—he hadn't even managed to touch the hem of her garment!

And yet, this Gu Changge…

……

Gu Changge maintained his composure, looking down while sipping his tea. His face remained unreadable, showing neither joy nor anger. Inwardly, however, he found the whole situation rather amusing.

After all, this entire mess had nothing to do with him personally.

According to the memories of the body's original host, the former Gu Changge didn't even know a nobody like Ye Chen existed until he showed up to cause trouble today.

As for the Holy Lord of Taixuan offering his daughter? It wasn't because Gu Changge had demanded her; rather, the Holy Lord was desperate to forge a connection with him while the opportunity lasted, hoping to secure his favor.

Such things were commonplace in any world, especially in a dog-eat-dog realm where the strong devour the weak. Who wouldn't desire a terrifyingly powerful backer?

As for this Ye Chen? He seemed to be a professional at slinging mud, possessing no real talent other than spewing nonsense from his mouth.