Summary
Before me, the Demon Lord had already killed thirteen Strategists.
The first Strategist chose to enter the plot when Jing Yong was seventeen, aiming to heal his trauma with the first flush of love.
But because she spared a second glance for another man…
Jing Yong turned. Failure.
The second Strategist entered when Jing Yong was ten, attempting to warm his cold heart with the bond of family.
But because she casually praised another child…
Jing Yong turned. Failure.
The third Strategist took a risk and chose Jing Yong at twenty-five-fully grown and thoroughly turned.
She was hacked to death before she could even speak. His reason? Her breathing was too loud…
Finally, the Emotion Group was wiped out. The System had no choice but to transfer me from the Abstract Group as a last-ditch effort.
The System asked me, “At what age do you choose to enter the plot?”
“One year old,” I replied.
The System paused, then asked if I intended to take the familial route and raise a young Jing Yong.
“No,” I said. “Not Jing Yong at one year old. Me.”
“He’ll do the raising, and I’ll be the rebel. He’ll do the teaching, and I’ll be the one who turns.”
I’m going to let that melodramatic Villain learn the hard way that you don’t appreciate your parents until you have a child of your own. It takes a monster to tame a monster.