The Villainous Young Master’s Life in Another World - Chapter 41



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Gu Ming looked at the shadowy figure, brainwashing like a cult leader, and he couldn’t be bothered to criticize her anymore.

And this damned thing, acting as if I don’t exist.

“Destroy the Zero Ring, Gaia, go forth.”

At that moment, Violet stood up, and a low-level holy light wall shattered the oncoming seventh-tier Gaia Zero Ring.

Gu Ming was numb, questioning the science of this world. How could a second-tier shatter a seventh-tier? It’s utterly preposterous.

Preposterousness has opened the door to preposterousness; it’s reached home.

“Don’t stop me; I must find everyone, make them forgive me.”

Regaining his senses, Gu Ming nodded with a smile on his face. So, this is how we play, huh? Dream realm’s boss, huh? You’re the boss, you call the shots, right? It’s just a battle of words, who can’t do that?

“Hold on, girl, do you plan to die like this? A death without meaning, without pursuit?”

Tears streaming down her face, Violet roared,

“What else can I do? The Lord has abandoned me, everyone is dead, what reason do I have to shamelessly go on living? Tell me!”

Gu Ming couldn’t help but internally criticize, these nuns are truly speechless, always ‘Lord, oh Lord, bless me’ and such.

Ridiculous, I’ve met your Lord’s superior, and you’re telling me this? I’m well-versed in the ways, believe it or not, with just a command, all your so-called Lords would have to charge into battle for me.

Criticisms aside, when it comes to a battle of words, I’m not necessarily going to lose. Gu Ming calmly pointed out the crux of the matter, hitting the nail on the head.

“Have you never thought of revenge? Can you face those who died because of you without it? Doesn’t your heart ache without vengeance?”

Violet was somewhat moved, then suddenly awakened by the thought of everyone at the monastery’s fate, she exclaimed,

“Revenge, yes, I still want revenge. I want to send those who hurt us to hell.”

Seeing her unwilling to die, the shadow grew anxious and intensified its seductive efforts,

“You lack the power for revenge; give me your body, and I will avenge you.”

Gu Ming was displeased, ‘Still coming at me, huh? Come on, I’ve never been afraid, I’m fearless in the face of any challenge.’

He persuaded her with emotion and reason,

“If you give her your body, what kind of revenge would that be? Even if she kills for you, can that be called revenge? Only by your own hand can you appease the spirits of your loved ones.”

Hearing she must kill, Violet, always the good girl, became timid and said weakly,

“But I have no strength, and I don’t know how to kill.”

Gu Ming pressed his advantage,

“I can, I can lend you the strength to take revenge with your own hands. Never killed before? No problem, I’ll teach you. Just think of your loved ones, their tragic deaths, and you’ll know what to do.”

“Can I really trust you?”

Violet asked uncertainly. Gu Ming smiled confidently, puffed out his chest, standing before her like a partner of justice (and your villainous lord),

“Of course, you can always trust me. I am the partner of love and justice (and also your villainous lord).”

In the end, Violet chose to follow Gu Ming’s advice and walk the path of revenge he offered.

Watching Violet grow more resolute, the shadow, begrudgingly fading away, couldn’t resist cursing at Gu Ming with its last breath,

“b*stard, I’ll remember your face.”

Gu Ming waved nonchalantly at her.

“The honor of being remembered by the master of lust is mine, farewell, and should we meet again, your life shall be claimed, oh joyous hue.”

As lust departed, Violet’s gaze upon Gu Ming was somewhat hazy, yet within her vengeful eyes seemed to hide a fierce, blazing flame. She bowed deeply before Gu Ming and pleaded,

“Take me on a quest for vengeance.”

…

On a night dark as pitch, perfect for murder and arson, Gu Ming led the lucid Violet to that village.

“Wait here,”

He instructed her. Violet obediently nodded in understanding, and Gu Ming spoke no further.

With a will to act, he charged forward, his Star Flash ablaze. In no time, a large group lay at Violet’s feet, like dead dogs cast aside.

“See if anything remains,”

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Violet shook her head; about 300 people lay at her feet, fewer only because some had perished from disease. Otherwise, the number would be greater.

Gu Ming effortlessly bound the 300 with magic, their cries of pain filling the air.

Once bound, Gu Ming handed her a long knife from his system space.

Violet, taking the knife, trembled slightly. Just days ago, she was healing and saving lives, and now, ironically, she was to become an executioner.

The sight of Violet approaching with the knife struck fear into the villagers’ hearts, clearly guilty of their deeds.

Were they wrong? Certainly, for they were the ones who had killed. But the fault was not theirs alone; it also lay with the feudal society, where seeds of discrimination and prejudice had taken deep root in their hearts. Now, they owed Violet their lives, and it was time to pay.

“Please, don’t kill me, young lady, I was wrong, I truly realize my mistake,”

“Young lady, we didn’t mean it, please spare us, we really know we were wrong,”

“We won’t do it again, please don’t kill me,”

Such pleas were incessant, but Gu Ming was unmoved by their cries.

He had a rough understanding of the events, and their inevitable death today was inescapable.

Watching Violet, who held the knife, hesitate to strike, Gu Ming decided to help her. He stepped forward, gently grabbing the back of her hand that held the knife, and whispered in her ear,

“Why are you hesitating? Have you forgotten how your family died?”

Upon hearing these words, her eyes hardened with determination. She stepped forward and plunged the knife into the chest of a young man.

As a villager fell dead, the pleas for mercy from those around intensified, but Violet’s blade did not stop its slaughter.

At this point, a part of the villagers who knew moral coercion had failed realized they had no hope left for life. Their tone shifted, and they began cursing relentlessly,

“You devil, you won’t die a good death,” Snap.

“Go to hell, devil,” Snap.

“A divine devil surely won’t let you off,” Snap.

“Devil, I hate that I didn’t kill you that day,” Snap.

“……”