The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

She was Su Yiran!

Dressed in a simple sea-blue robe that covered delicately to her graceful frame, her sapphire eyes shook with nervousness and barely-contained panic.

In her trembling hand, a jade bracelet, once filled with soft green light, now cracked and crumbling into dust.

Su Yiran stared at it, her heart sinking.

"The... the talisman..."

The bracelet, gifted by Goddess Xue, the one thing shielding her from the immortal swords that hunted her, had shattered the moment she crossed the Nebula Gate.

Its fragments drifted away like broken dreams.

"It worked..."

Su Yiran breathed shakily, clutching the loose sleeves of her robe tighter around her slender arms.

"I made it through... alive... but..."

She looked around, wild grasses taller than men. Rocks glimmering with faint claw marks. Distant howls echoing through the mist.

No sign of a 'key.'

No shrine.

No artifact.

No promised savior.

Just the endless alien wilderness.

She hugged herself unconsciously, shivering.

She hugged herself, the sky's chill biting through her robes. "Three days," she whispered—three days to save her family's honor, or watch her sister's blessing shatter into nothing.

Her teeth ground together. "Three days before immortal swords carve my name into oblivion."

Her heart pounded painfully in her chest.

She had memorized the instructions carefully—

- Cross the Nebula Gate.

- Land outside White Cloud Star's detection.

- Survive three days.

- Find the hidden key that could change her family's fate and save her life — no more being eternally chased by the immortal swords.

Simple on paper.

Impossible in reality.

"W-Where the hell is this key?"

She bit her lip anxiously, casting her gaze around.

The other cultivators, brutal-faced warriors, proud sect heirs, even lone rogue cultivators with scars and killing intent leaking from their every pore, were already fanning out, weapons drawn.

Not a single friendly face.

"This place isn't meant for people..."

Su Yiran thought helplessly, her pale hands clenching tightly around her robe.

"Ah—"

Somewhere distant, a shrill cry echoed.

A scream.

Short, sharp, and cut off mid-breath.

The slaughter had already begun.

They had been thrown randomly across the island, scattered like dice on a cosmic board.

The rules?

Simple.

Survive three days.

That was it.

No mention of limits.

No rules against killing.

No promises that only Hunters would be the threat.

Here, everyone was prey.

Everyone was a predator.

The moment their feet touched the ground,

the real tournament began:

Cultivators hunted cultivators.

Rivals thinned out the competition.

Even "allies" stabbed backs the moment no one was looking.

This wasn't a selection.

It was a blood offering.

Su Yiran forced herself to her feet, brushing dust from her robe with shaking fingers. Her lips pressed into a small determined line.

"I have to move... I have to find it... before something finds me first."

Elsewhere, hidden among the crimson lotuses, a pair of golden vertical eyes blinked once—watching her.

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"Ng..."

Back in the deep darkness—

There was a faint groan.

Su Xiaobai, who had been silently meditating beside a faint fire, opened his eyes.

Yu Feng was stirring.

She lay near the edge of a small spring—

Clear, crystalline water trickling from cracks in the ceiling, pooling at the bottom of the cavern and forming a narrow, shinny stream.

The faint scent of fresh minerals filled the heavy air.

Around the spring, scattered patches of herbs grew tenaciously— survivors of survivors.

Su Xiaobai had already identified a few. Crushed them, smashed them into a bitter medicinal paste, and meared it over his own cracked skin.

And over her wounds.

Yu Feng blinked blearily, her body ached, her mind was fogged.

"Where... where are we?"

She grumbled weakly, trying to sit up, disoriented.

Su Xiaobai, crouched beside her, spoke dryly, "Good that you're awake. If you had died, I would've eaten you."

"...?"

Yu Feng blinked at him, startled.

That usual shamelessness?

That perverted glint?

But when she looked closer, she realized he wasn't joking.

His gaze was serious.

Dead serious.

He wasn't talking about "eating" her that way.

He was talking about actual cannibalism.

Survival.

Yup.

Although they had survived the fall, they couldn't live on air and grass. Su Xiaobai had fully, rationally planned: If she died first, she became rations.

Simple as that.

Yu Feng shivered slightly, wrapping the tattered robe tighter around her bruised form.

"...I see."

Su Xiaobai leaned back, stretching lazily.

"To answer your question—" He pointed upward into the endless blackness. "We fell into a dimensional gateway. Now, heaven knows where we've landed."

He gave her a rapid explanation.

Dimensional cracks, natural fractures in space itself.

Normally, only immortals could cross stars.

Mortals? Cultivators?

No chance.

Unless, they slipped through a crack.

And where the cracks led?

Maybe a dead planet.

Maybe open space.

Maybe an abandoned world.

That was why, when Su Xiaobai first glanced upward, he hadn't seen the entrance.

It was gone.

They weren't in the Immortal Rain Valley anymore.

Yu Feng absorbed all this grimly.

She nodded, biting her lip.

"What... what do we do now?"

She asked quietly, looking at him — as if seeking some shred of hope.

Su Xiaobai smiled faintly, the smile of a man already divorced from hope.

He had been waiting for her to ask.

"Simple," he said cheerfully. "We wait until one of us dies."

"Whoever survives gets food for a month."

"Then they die too."

"..."

Yu Feng's face froze, her lips quivered, eyes shimmered wetly. Reality slammed down harder than any cultivation tribulation.

Su Xiaobai rubbed his chin thoughtfully, ignoring her breakdown.

"For the record..."

He looked her over appraisingly, like a chef selecting cuts of meat.

"The softest and tastiest parts of a female body—Are the breasts."

"I'll start eating from there once you're dead."

"...!!!!"

Yu Feng buried her head into her arms.

Absolutely done.

A minute later, Su Xiaobai frowned.

"Are you done crying?"

"...Crying?" Yu Feng blinked up at him, tears blurring her dark blue eyes. She hadn't even realized she was crying.

As far as she remembered, she had only been sitting there, staring numbly at the ground like a broken doll.

She wiped her cheeks with trembling fingers, stunned.

"It wasn't like me..." she thought bitterly. She had seen corpses rot in lotus fields. She had gutted bandits with her bare hands... She had survived sect betrayals and assassination plots.

But now?

Falling into a god-forsaken hole had reduced her to this: a whimpering wreck.

Then it hit her like a slap.

"I lost... my strength."

The flow of spiritual energy that once cushioned her every breath, numbed every ache, was gone.

Now, every cut, every cracked bone, every torn muscle screamed through her body like fire ants eating her alive.

Pain.

Real pain.

Without cultivation, she was nothing more than meat and bones pretending to be human.

And for a cultivator, losing their power was worse than dying.

A corpse rotted once.

A cripple rotted alive, every single day.

She shifted slightly, and agony lanced up her spine.

Even her breasts — once proud and full under her proud robes — now just jiggled with each ragged, painful breath, mocking her weakness.

Yu Feng glanced sideways at Su Xiaobai.

He was casually chewing on a piece of grass, occasionally grinning like a cat thinking about skinning a dog.

Even in this hellhole, he was smiling.

Why?

Was he that mentally broken?

Little did she know — yes, he was.

Su Xiaobai had lived longer in the dustbin of the trash of the worlds than he had in any sect.

Losing power meant less to him than a prostitute's fake moan.

He didn't mourn power.

He mourned the lack of a good enough knife to slit throats.

"Since this place has no spiritual energy," Su Xiaobai muttered, gnawing on his grass, "time should be stuck here... or moving really, really slowly."

Of course, he hadn't figured that out.

Ning Gufan had.

But dead men didn't sue for plagiarism.

Without a word, he stood and left.

Yu Feng's heart jumped into her throat.

She scrambled up, pain running through every nerve, ready to beg him not to abandon her — but Su Xiaobai was already a shadow in the mist.

Gone....