Lanxi and the Evil God - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

This is the Horror Game.

The Emperor is the Evil God.

And I am a player.

The Emperor has killed everyone-from the Empress and the noble consorts at the very top, to the maids and eunuchs at the very bottom.

After the slaughter was over,

his expression remained indifferent, neither sorrowful nor pleased.

As if he had merely crushed a nest of ants underfoot.

I hid behind the drapery, not daring to move a muscle.

But he still sensed my presence. Sword in hand, he let out a cold laugh and walked toward me.

Somewhere I couldn’t see, the comments were all screaming:

[It’s over, it’s over! She’s been found!]

[This batch of players is going to get wiped out again. This instance is way too hard.]

[Tsk, tsk. The Evil God Rong Yan is famous for being a slaughter god! It’d be weird if anyone cleared it.]

[Sigh. This little maid is going to die too.]

[She’s just a newbie, and she dared to challenge an S-rank instance right out of the gate. No self-awareness at all. She deserves to die!]

[I bet she won’t last three seconds.]

The next second,

Rong Yan lifted the drapery.

He wore a black-and-gold dragon robe, his lips red, his teeth white, his bearing noble and handsome.

And yet his eyes were cold and utterly merciless.

But the moment those indifferent eyes landed on me, they went dazed.

Just when everyone was certain I was doomed, he asked that question:

“Be my wife, or be the maid who washes chamber pots.

“Which do you choose?”

The comments froze in unison:

[Huh???]

[Am I deaf? What did the Evil God just say?!!]

Chapter 2

In my previous life, I chose to be his wife.

When we first got together, I lived in constant fear, not knowing what the Evil God was planning, terrified that one careless mistake would offend him.

But he was gentle.

In daily life, he treated me with soft words and warmth, like a spring breeze.

Even in bed, he was tender and coaxing, putting my pleasure first, afraid I might feel even the slightest discomfort.

Whatever I said, he listened with a smile.

I pleaded for mercy on behalf of the players.

The survival rate of the entire instance doubled.

Back then, I was naive and newly awakened to love. Before long, I fell for him and gave him my whole heart.

Later, he met my elder sister. When he saw the tiny mole on the tip of her nose, he realized the girl who had saved him in childhood had not been me.

He had loved the wrong person!

All his tenderness had originally been meant for my sister! It had only been given to me by mistake.

The moment he learned the truth, Rong Yan seemed to become an entirely different person.

He put away his smile, and his golden eyes turned unbearably cold.

“Lanxi, you knew all along, didn’t you?

“You deliberately pretended to be her to get close to me, didn’t you?”

I shook my head through my tears and tried to explain.

But he didn’t believe me.

He was convinced I had intentionally impersonated my sister solely to get close to him, seduce him, and obtain his love and protection.

Because many players really had schemed with everything they had to seduce him before.

He thought I was calculating, just like them.

He found me filthy. Disgusting.

Afraid my sister would get jealous, he first deliberately treated me coldly and avoided me. Later, he simply banished me to the cold palace and let me suffer every torment.

My sister resented me for occupying her place for five years. After secretly tormenting me for a while, she poisoned me with an aphrodisiac toxin.

She sneered and said,

“Go beg His Majesty to cure you.

“Guess whether he’ll agree?”

I clutched Rong Yan’s sleeve and knelt, begging him to help me detoxify the poison.

But he pried my fingers loose one by one and shoved me toward his friends.

“Go beg Huaizhang and Cangyun.

“You impersonated your sister, deceived me, and made me miss so many years with her. And you still dream of me helping you with the poison?”

The night I died,

my cries of agony were sorrowful and bleak.

Yet that same night, behind warm hibiscus curtains, he and my sister were lost in each other’s arms.

My Lord Evil God,

in this life, I will not repeat the same mistake.