I Am The Villain In The Novel

Chapter 12: Stress Relief Game?

The milky white fog rolled in and there was an open space about the size of a football field in it.

There was nothing on the clearing, except for two people standing opposite each other in the very center. One had a vicious expression, while the other… well, had black lines of frustration on his face.

This is ridiculous!

Wei Changtian looked at the familiar face opposite him and was stunned.

Damn, it turned out to be his idiot boss from his previous job before he transmigrated?!

With his Mediterranean hairstyle, beer belly, and eternally unchanged red tie… there was no mistake!

It was indeed the only man he had ever fought with!

Back then, there was an accounting issue at the company, and this idiot tried to set him up to take the fall. Enraged, Wei Changtian fought with him in the office.

Although he won the fight, he lost a pretty decent job because of it.

Why was the simulated opponent in “Dream Path” him??

I have clearly transmigrated!

Or could it be…

Wei Changtian rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a while, then combined it with the introduction of “Dream Path” in the system and slowly began to understand.

The opponent in “Dream Path” was simulated based on the combat experience and memories of the possessor.

Besides the “rookie pecking” with his childhood buddies, this was indeed the only fight he had ever been in. Hence, “Dream Path” could only simulate this one opponent…

Looking at the pot-bellied man opposite him, whose combat power was probably less than that of a poodle, Wei Changtian was speechless.

So this was a stress-relief game to beat up his idiot boss?

Hmm?

It actually sounded pretty good…

“Swish!”

“Bang bang bang bang!”

“Bah! This is for screwing me over!”

…

Half a quarter of an hour later.

When the man turned into a ball of white light and reappeared in front of him for the tenth time, Wei Changtian finally lost interest in knocking him down again.

Back then, as an ordinary person, he could beat this idiot until his teeth were scattered all over the ground. Now that he was a seventh-grade martial artist with “inner strength,” it was even more of a breeze.

The disparity in their power was so vast that even if they fought ten thousand times, it wouldn’t improve his combat experience one bit.

So, venting was enough.

Ignoring the shadow lunging at him once more, Wei Changtian shook his head and took a step into the white fog behind him. When he opened his eyes again, he had returned to reality.

In the corner of the study, sand slowly trickled down through a copper hourglass, and a stick of incense on the desk had burned less than a tenth of its length.

It seemed the time ratio between “Dream Path” and real time was about five to one.

In other words, sleeping for one night was equivalent to forty hours of continuous combat?

This was truly incredible!

No wonder Xiao Feng could single-handedly take on a dozen Common Guards and still have the upper hand!

Training while sleeping—how could that not make someone stronger?

However, for him, there was now a pressing issue.

Where could he go to find a few fights to enhance the “Dream Path” opponent’s level?

Firstly, the opponents had to be strong and not easily defeated.

Secondly, they had to be varied in style, ideally from different schools and sects, each with unique skills and combat characteristics.

Thirdly, they needed to be sustainable, not disappearing after a few bouts.

And lastly, the most crucial point—they needed to know how to control their strength!

They had to give him enough pressure without actually going for the kill!

Finding a place that met all these conditions wasn’t easy.

But that was for others.

As the only son of the Commander of the Mirror Division, finding sparring partners was as easy for Wei Changtian as it was for a rich kid to find someone to sleep with.

Looking outside, it was still early.

Without wasting time, Wei Changtian immediately got up and prepared to put his plan into action.

He changed into a short robe more suitable for fighting and dug out the black jade token of the Mirror Division “General Flag” from the bottom of a chest. After he had packed everything, he had just walked out when he felt as if someone was looking at him from behind.

Turning around, he looked around and found her.

Behind a slightly ajar window, Lan Jingyao was peeking out with wide eyes.

The morning breeze blew a few strands of hair across her face, and the sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden line, as if placing a golden comb on her head.

Noticing Wei Changtian’s gaze, Lan Jingyao became nervous.

She wanted to hide but was too embarrassed to do so. She waited a long time for Wei Changtian to speak first, so she could only hold the window sill and asked in a low voice:

“Are you going out?”

…

…

Taiping Square, Yongning Alley.

The headquarters of the Mirror Division.

The sprawling black architectural complex stretched for miles with an imposing presence. The walls, twice the height of a man, blocked almost all the passersby’s view, allowing only glimpses of towering pavilions and flying eaves within.

But in fact, few people would look into Mirror Division, and there were even fewer pedestrians on Yongning Alley.

For most ordinary people, they would rather take a detour than pass by such a fearsome place.

But Wei Changtian didn’t care about that. He jumped off the carriage as soon as they arrived and looked with great interest at the black gate in front of him.

It was large and tall, inscribed with a pair of fierce couplets.

Right: Killing is not my intention, but the grass grows thick

Left: I only obey the heavenly mandate

Horizontal: A bright mirror hangs high

Tsk, tsk, directly saying “Killing is not my intention, but the grass grows thick” is quite domineering. 

However, the Mirror Division does have the guts to say this.

After all, it wasn’t under the control of any institution, answering only to the Emperor. No matter how many they killed, it was by the Emperor’s orders—so how could it be wrong?

Such an unchecked violent organization was indeed a powerful tool of rule, though one could only wonder what would happen if it ever slipped out of the ruler’s control…

Wei Changtian mused idly, while two men in martial attire had already approached with beaming smiles.

“Young Master Wei, what brings you here!”

“The Commander isn’t in the office today; he went to the palace early this morning…”

“I’m not looking for my father.”

Wei Changtian interrupted with a smile, “I’m here to report for duty.”

“Report for duty…”

The two men were instantly dumbfounded, as if Wei Changtian was about to perform some unprecedented feat.

Their reaction was understandable.

Although the previous master held the position of “Flag Leader of the Flower Wing Guard,” he was usually too busy visiting brothels to bother showing up for work.

Such a thing had never happened before!

The two gatekeepers looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Wei Changtian didn’t feel awkward at all. He nodded at them and, with Wang Er in tow, strode through the side door, swaggering in amidst the stares of the passing officers.

Some of these officers recognized Wei Changtian, while others didn’t.

But whether they recognized him or not, just the fact that he was bringing a servant to work was shocking enough.

“Young Master, where are we going?” Wang Er asked in a low voice, ignoring the surrounding stares as he followed closely behind Wei Changtian. “Should I go to notify the Flower Wing Guard in advance?”

“No need, we’re not going to the Flower Wing Guard.”

Wei Changtian waved his hand and suddenly stopped in front of a black building, pointing to the single character “武” (Martial) on the plaque above the door.

“From today onwards, I’m going to duel here!”