Chapter 1: Can a Mad Tyrant Be Forced? [1]

Chapter 1: Can a Mad Tyrant Be Forced Too? "1"

"Your Majesty, Young Master Ying has arrived."

A deferential voice rang out behind him, making Mu Jin, sprawled by the warm pool, tilt his head.

"Mm."

He tucked his head into the bend of his arm, eyes shut, and drawled lazily according to the hints 648 gave him in his mind, then added:

"Have him come in and kneel. Remember to strip him... strip him down."

"Yes."

The sound behind him faded, and only then did Mu Jin open his eyes.

But as he blinked his lusterless eyes, the darkness left him feeling lost. He subconsciously reached up to touch the corner of his eye, pressing it with a light, steady pressure.

"Xiao Liu... what happened to my eyes?"

Wasn't he just borrowing the role of a villainous cannon fodder for the mission, but his body was supposed to be his own?

Mu Jin frowned. Why couldn't he see now?

The cheerful voice of 648 in his head quickly explained:

"Here's the thing, Host. Although you're in your own body now to help you, the Tasker, adapt to the mission world faster,"

"to match the plot and avoid raising anyone's suspicion, your physical stats will be adjusted when you enter the world."

"Don't worry, none of this is real. No matter what happens here, your body will go back to normal once you leave. I'll give you the storyline first."

Mu Jin's lashes fluttered, and he said evenly, "Mm, I understand."

As he waited for the memories to download, he felt someone drawing near. He subconsciously cocked his head and turned toward the sound.

A thud against the floor reached his ears.

Mu Jin figured the guy must have knelt.

But the other person didn't move, and since he was completely blind and had no idea what was going on, he naturally had nothing to say.

Ying Huaifeng, clad in nothing but a flimsy underrobe, couldn't make out Mu Jin's face through the folding screen, but he could feel those eyes on him.

Ying Huaifeng frowned.

What the hell was wrong with this little emperor?

He was sent here by that old geezer Yun Fuyue, and under these circumstances, he still had him kneel here and watch, without a shred of caution.

No wonder he was a puppet emperor—he didn't even have that much sense of caution.

Ying Huaifeng bowed his head once more, hiding the cold calculation in his eyes.

A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he traced the engraved silver bracelet on his wrist. He spun it three times, his fingertip lingering on a raised bump.

But no wariness was fine too—no wariness made it easier for him to pull his strings...

Mu Jin, totally oblivious to Ying Huaifeng's little tricks, had just wrapped his head around his current position as the puppet emperor.

He also realized that the man kneeling before him was none other than this world's male lead, Ying Huaifeng.

Mu Jin mulled over his mission, deep in thought.

In the original plot, the male lead Ying Huaifeng was the Holy Son of the Miaojiang tribe, held in high esteem by all, only to lose everything in a single night.

The one responsible for all this was the villainous National Preceptor of this world, Yun Fuyue.

Yun Fuyue was originally the previous Holy Son of Miaojiang, but after treating the old emperor, he got a taste of power and set his heart on leaving.

He left Miaojiang, used gu worms to control the old emperor, and rose to become the National Preceptor, revered by all.

After the old emperor died, Yun Fuyue tried to pull the same stunt on the puppet emperor propped up by the Regent King.

And in this world, his identity was the puppet emperor scraping by in the cracks between the two villains, Mu Siyang and Yun Fuyue—and a complete and utter villainous cannon fodder.

If it weren't for the need to keep each other in check, he, as the puppet emperor, would've died who knows how many times at those two villains' hands.

However, although "Mu Jin" was only a puppet emperor, he really knew how to stir up trouble.

Already hot-tempered and vicious from having a title but no real power, after Mu Siyang poisoned him and crippled his legs, he grew even more erratic, and he loved tormenting people who were easy on the eyes.

Especially those sent by the two villains.

So Yun Fuyue deliberately let Ying Huaifeng live, planted a gu worm in him to destroy his martial arts, and then delivered him into "Mu Jin's" hands, wanting him tortured to death.

Mu Jin mulled over the storyline he'd received and rubbed his brow.

As the puppet emperor, he was supposed to torture Ying Huaifeng, then get controlled by Ying Huaifeng's gu, becoming a pawn in Ying Huaifeng's hands to help him take down Yun Fuyue.

After the three of them had their little showdown, Ying Huaifeng would off both villains and become the new National Preceptor whose power shook the entire court.

Then an "insider" would leak that Ying Huaifeng was the late emperor's lost bloodline, and he'd die from the gu poison right around then, letting Ying Huaifeng take the throne without a hitch.

But the plot had gone off the rails a bit.

Originally, "Mu Jin" was only crippled in the legs, but Ying Huaifeng, wanting to use him, healed them for him.

But now, Yun Fuyue was being a weirdo for no reason, planted another gu in him and made him blind.

When "Mu Jin" faced the delivered Ying Huaifeng, before he could even act, he suddenly realized he'd gone blind, flipped out on the spot and killed the guy that very night.

This little world lost its protagonist and collapsed because of it.

And Mu Jin's goal in coming to this world was to get the derailed plot back on track.

Mu Jin went quiet—so his timing was pretty lucky. He'd just arrived and was already a "wreck"—blind and crippled.

648 chimed in, "Host, you can't kill the male lead tonight, but you've gotta torment and humiliate him hard! Make him hate your guts!"

Mu Jin: [Okay.]

Now, how to humiliate the male lead...

After a brief pause, Mu Jin picked his words and spoke slowly:

"You. Crawl in here."

Making a proud man like the male lead wait on him while he bathed should count as humiliation, right?

Mu Jin thought for a moment, then added, "Strip down completely."

Since he couldn't see right now anyway, the embarrassment would fall on Ying Huaifeng, not him.

Ying Huaifeng, hearing a voice so unlike what he'd imagined, froze for a moment, instinctively glancing up at the screen in front of him.

Snapping back to himself, a flicker of mockery crossed his eyes. Clearly, this was just a vicious puppet emperor, but damn, his voice was nice.

Ying Huaifeng shoved his feelings aside and, as Mu Jin had instructed, crawled over to the screen on his knees.

Only then did he get a clear look at the person behind the screen, making him suck in a sharp breath.

Mu Jin was lying face down at the edge of the warm pool, his head resting sideways on his arm, the warm water lapping over most of his body, steam mixing with a faint hint of incense.

His ink-black hair spilled out like a waterfall, a mess of tangles, showing just a sliver of his handsome, delicate face—pale as jade but flushed a soft pink from the heat.

Flower petals floated in the warm pool, a few stuck to his skin.

Even Ying Huaifeng was stunned for a second.

Ying Huaifeng had been praised by many since childhood and had heard endless praise about the world's beauty.

But looking at Mu Jin like this, his mind went blank, his heart pounding as he fumbled for words.

This little emperor... wasn't what he'd pictured...

"Hm?"

Feeling movement behind him, Mu Jin glanced back and said flatly:

"Strip and come wait on me."

Ying Huaifeng snapped out of it, and seeing Mu Jin's blank eyes, quickly pieced it together—not that he was all that surprised.

He glanced down at the thin undershirt he still had on.

His eyes darkened, and he let go of the silver ring he'd been pressing, hearing himself answer, a smile hidden in his low, husky voice,

"Sure."

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Note"————

For certain unavoidable reasons—yes, the so-called "obscenity and vulgarity"—

some content got cut. Yeah, just straight-up deleted, or it wouldn't pass review.

So for readers picking up this book later, some chapters might mess with your reading experience.

But what can you do? I don't get why stuff way more explicit than mine gets approved, but my normal content doesn't. Even a leg massage gets flagged as obscene and vulgar. I don't know what era we're in, or if it's really obscenity, or if it's just dirty minds seeing everything as dirty (yeah, that's a big, loud sarcastic jab) (polite smile).