Chapter 1: The Reborn Villain

"I... am reborn?"

In the cramped rental house, Chiyou lay on the hard bed, looking around in disbelief.

Gray walls, shoddy furniture, a ceiling light with a gap in the middle, and an old-fashioned air conditioner above the closet with a yellowed shell that was buzzing but still working hard.

It's all familiar and strange.

He used to want to escape from it all the time.

This moment made him so excited that his hands trembled and his eyes sore that he wanted to cry.

A sad and miserable life.

When Chiyou thinks back on his life, he can only give this evaluation.

If we freeze time before he was six years old, he could be considered a winner in life.

He has parents who love him, a lovely sister who is one year younger than him, and a very good family background.

At this time, Chiyou could not imagine that his wonderful life had come to the edge of a cliff.

One step forward is the abyss.

In the winter when I was six years old, my father's business failed and he owed a large debt. From then on, my living conditions took a sharp turn for the worse.

Fortunately, my parents are still young and there is still a chance to turn things around.

The whole family lived frugally, but just when the debt was about to be paid off, the father who had been staying up late for many years died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. When the mother received the news, she was driving on a rainy night and accidentally collided with a truck and died on the spot.

In one day, Chiyou lost two of his relatives, leaving only his sister to depend on.

However, fate still did not let him go.

When Chiyou was in his first year of high school, his sister suddenly fell seriously ill.

Chiyou, who had good grades at the time, resolutely gave up his studies and tried every way to make money. But even so, his sister's health condition deteriorated rapidly and there was no improvement at all.

Finally, three years after Chiyou dropped out of school, his sister, unwilling to drag him down any longer, chose to commit suicide.

From then on, Chiyou became depressed and lived in a daze.

Until his 24th birthday, a global disaster changed his life.

At noon that day, the end of the world came without any warning.

All hot weapons were stripped away.

All communication equipment is completely disabled.

More than 90% of the human population has been infected and turned into zombies that only know how to kill.

Those who survived received a system called "Doomsday Game".

People's physical conditions are represented by numbers, and killing zombies can earn experience points, which can be used to level up like in a game.

The social structure collapsed, the law lost its meaning, the relationship between people became sensitive and sharp, and the law of the jungle was regarded as the truth by everyone.

People are like "guts", fighting, plundering, and evolving until they become the final king of the dragon.

Chiyou struggles alone in the cruel doomsday.

He was like a fish in water in the last days, with various opportunities emerging one after another. He naturally built a stronghold and re-established order.

Maybe I am the protagonist.

Chiyou had this thought more than once.

A tragic family, a tragic life, encountering disasters, regaining confidence, and growing step by step.

From any angle, he meets all these elements.

However, this is just another joke of God, or it is inevitable.

How could a guy like him who despises the weak, robs lives, has no humanity, and is insidious and cunning be the protagonist? The real protagonist is someone else.

A passionate and kind-hearted boy named Li Shouyun, who shouts love and peace all day long.

And he is just a villain on the protagonist's way.

In front of the real protagonist, Chiyou was defeated step by step, until finally, he died from the betrayal of his subordinates.

Strangely, after Chiyou's death, his soul did not dissipate. Instead, he followed the protagonists and watched with his own eyes as Li Shouyun established the largest stronghold, allowing everyone to live a stable life.

The villains are all destroyed, the protagonists are happy, and ordinary people are stable and happy.

Isn't this the standard ending of the story?

But--

On what basis!

Why would he be the villain who was defeated by the protagonist and whose hard work was turned into nothing?

Whenever he thought of this, his soul would roar.

He is unwilling to accept it!

If he really is not as skilled as others, then he has nothing to say and just has to accept it.

But what does that boy rely on?

Naive, stupid, and brainless, if she wasn't the protagonist, how could she escape death from his hands time and time again?

But... no matter how unwilling one is, what can a dead soul do?

Chiyou could only utter hoarse curses from his throat like a toothless tiger.

Until the protagonist's first child was born and the family became happy, Chiyou's soul began to dissipate.

He thought he could finally rest in peace.

I didn't expect that when I opened my eyes again, I would be back to ten years ago.

At this moment, the apocalyptic game has not yet arrived, Chiyou has not yet been labeled a villain, and the protagonist is still an ordinary kid.

There are three paths before Chiyou.

Then he fought to the death with the protagonist, relying on the advantage of playing the second round, and tried to kill the protagonist.

Stop going against the protagonist, just be an ordinary person and seek stability.

Join the protagonist group, become the protagonist's younger brother, and pray for a successful life.

The second and third methods both look good, but he is the protagonist. In front of the protagonist's halo, what is the second round?

Or just join the protagonist group.

A villain appeared in Chiyou's heart, chattering about the benefits of joining the protagonist group.

The villain spoke faster and faster, and Chiyou clenched his fists tighter and tighter.

"fart!"

Chi You punched the bed, he clenched his teeth, veins popped out on his forehead, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with hatred so strong that it almost solidified.

What's the point of his rebirth if he can't kill that damn protagonist!

His fate is so tragic, why should he accept it all, why should he just submit to it.

As an enemy, he admitted that the protagonist was very powerful, so powerful that it was beyond words. That kind of heaven-defying luck had long exceeded the scope of physical strength.

The protagonist cannot be killed by conventional means.

Chiyou is very sure of this. In the years since he became a ghost, he has seen too many people die at the hands of the protagonist because of luck.

However, there must be a way.

There must be a way to kill him.

“Buzz…”

Suddenly, the vibration from under the pillow brought Chiyou back to reality.

He lifted the pillow and found a cell phone underneath, which was vibrating on silent. An unfamiliar call came in, and the smart identification showed that it was a courier takeout call.

Chiyou clicked to answer the call, and sounds came from the door and the phone one after the other.

"Takeout, is anyone home? I knocked on the door for a long time, but no one answered."

Did I order takeout?

Chiyou's mind was confused for a moment. The life before the apocalypse was too long ago, and he could no longer remember these small details.

"Leave it at the door."

"Okay, please give me a good review."

Chiyou found the food delivery app, clicked on it, and actually ordered a takeaway.

A birthday cake.

Chi You was stunned. He usually wouldn't eat this kind of thing. Could it be?

Chiyou glanced at the date, and sure enough, today was his birthday, and also the day when the apocalyptic game came.

It was 9 o'clock in the morning, and he had to work in the afternoon and evening, so he could only celebrate his birthday in the morning.

I thought I could rely on my rebirth to make more preparations before the end of the world, such as taking out a loan to buy some supplies and cold weapons, but now it seems that I was overthinking.

Chiyou turned over and got out of bed. As soon as he raised his legs, he became unsteady and almost fell.

"Is it because I haven't used a physical object in a long time?"

Chiyou stood up with the help of the table. He had been floating in spirit the whole time, and he felt a little uncomfortable using his physical body all of a sudden.

Chiyou moved step by step to the door, opened it and took the cake in.

He placed the cake on what barely formed a table in the room and slowly removed the cheap packaging.

The sweet and greasy smell of cheap cream immediately hit my nose. This smell is disgusting to rich people, but in the end times filled with rancid smells, it is a luxury that cannot be bought with any amount of money.

The cake came with several plates, cutlery and forks, as well as a birthday hat made of cardboard that was clearly the wrong size.

Chiyou put on his hat quite ceremoniously, put on a few candles, lit them with a lighter, put his hands together, and slowly closed his eyes.

"happy birthday."