MTL - King of Classical Music - Chapter 12

【First Simulation: You are transported to a world of cultivation】【You become a refugee fleeing famine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】【You rely on each other, becoming each other’s support】【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl’s eyes fades】…【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】…One simulation after another, one encounter after another.Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: “Wait, you said you’re coming to the real world to find me?”

Xie Tao had always believed in science until one day, a meteorite smashed into his yard, forcing him to bind to a heroic world saving script. The worst thing was that the script didn’t even follow common sense.

I'm the villain !?

In fact, I never considered myself to be a hero, I always believed that the hatred people had towards me was somehow my fault, and that I was honestly not as kind or as nice as the protagonist.

But at the same time, I didn't consider myself a villain but one day I woke up and realized that actually everyone else does, including the people that I was willing to sacrifice my life to protect.

And if that was not enough on that same day, I woke up with the biggest burden a human can bear, the burden of saving fu*** humanity. Indeed, as a villain, it is not my duty to save the world, but to whom would I leave this duty? Should I leave it to the protagonist who spends all his time luring beauty to build his fuc** harem? The protagonist who got the most powerful cheat code but still failed to do his duty in the end, the same hero who wants to protect our enemies only because they are living in peace for the time being.

Ahhh! Even the thought of that hypocrite who convinces himself that he wants to control everything just to protect the innocents makes my blood boil.

Sigh, ok I'll do it I'll save this chaotic world, but I'll do it my way and anyone who gets in my path will discover why the world itself considers me a villain.

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.