After everyone was reborn, I was strictly disciplined.

Xie Xingran's hysterical accusations were like a string of gibberish thrown into the core program of the system, instantly plunging it into a state of complete bewilderment.

The code, which was running at high speed, suddenly sluggish, with lines of data flashing and colliding wildly, trying its best to digest these mind-blowing words.

The more it was analyzed, the more the program lagged, and the mechanical sound almost dropped out of frequency.

Xie Xingran's words were far too advanced and too unbelievable for it.

It scoured millions of human observation records in the database, from ordinary people to noble families. Such strict discipline of family members towards their juniors has always been the norm in the world. How come it became an unforgivable form of control when it came to Xie Xingran?

It simply couldn't understand. Did Xie Xingran think that wearing flamboyant clothes, spending lavishly in casinos, and even touching contraband that was easily destroyed was what freedom was, and what the life he truly wanted?

Over there, Xie Xingran was still sobbing softly, her fair cheeks flushed red from tears, tear streaks hanging down her chin, adorned with a few fine hairs.

Her eyes, which were usually bright as if they were sparkling with starlight, were now covered with a thick mist, filled with unyielding grievances and resentment after being criticized. She looked like a child who had suffered a great injustice but no one understood her, and she was only focused on immersing herself in her own emotions.

"I'm not going back."

He sniffed, his voice hoarse and nasal as he mumbled, his little face full of stubbornness.

"I want to stay in this world and don't care about them at all. Here, I have a noble status, no one dares to interfere with me, and I can do whatever I want. How carefree!"

The system fell silent, hovering beside Xie Xingran without making a sound.

Its program struggled to smooth out the lag, its gaze falling on the few scarlet words on its core panel—Cannon Fodder Villain System.

In a flash, it suddenly realized the truth, and all its confusion and bewilderment vanished instantly.

Yes, it's a cannon fodder villain system. The host it's bound to is a proper cannon fodder villain destined to stand on the opposite side of the chosen one in this world.

The villain's way of thinking is different from that of ordinary people who follow the rules, let alone compared to the kind hosts it was previously bound to.

Thinking about it this way, Xie Xingran's various obsessions and resentments don't seem so hard to understand.

After all, which unruly cannon fodder villain would like to be strictly controlled and have their hands and feet tied?

Having figured this out, the system completely gave up on trying to dissuade Xie Xingran from going home. Suppressing its helplessness, it spoke again, its tone still carrying a hint of earnest persuasion:

"Fine, you don't have to go back then. But you can't exactly kill Jiang Huaijin, can you? If you kill him, how will you farm the villain points? How will you complete this mission?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Xingran's crying abruptly stopped. He abruptly raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face, the mist in his eyes instantly dissipating, replaced by a coldness. His previous aggrieved expression vanished without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"He's not the only chosen one in this world; it won't matter if he's gone!"

He paused, his tone now tinged with impatience and a barely perceptible hint of apprehension:

"Besides, this Jiang Huaijin has long since stopped providing me with villain points."

"No matter how I make things difficult for him or humiliate him, he accepts it all without the slightest resistance. He's like a masochist, so boring."

"Most importantly,"

A cold glint flashed in Xie Xingran's eyes. "I discovered he was reborn. In my past life, it seems I was the one who killed him with my own hands. Now that I've completely broken ties with him in this life, how can I possibly feel at ease keeping such a reborn person who harbors resentment towards me in the world?"

"Then you could try to build a good relationship with him..."

The system blurted out the words, but abruptly stopped as soon as it finished speaking. The core program froze again, only then belatedly realizing that it had made another mistake.

They've started treating Xie Xingran like their former host again.

How could a villain who is obsessed with cultivating immortality and harbors resentment towards the reborn chosen one of destiny possibly lower himself to be on good terms with his enemy?

It took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anxiety in its heart, and deliberately lowered its tone, adding a hint of warning, attempting to use its intimidation to make Xie Xingran restrain his thoughts:

"In short, no matter what your reasons are, you cannot kill Jiang Huaijin. Otherwise..."

What else?

The system's words were stuck in its throat, the core code was running frantically, but it couldn't think of anything to say next.

It suddenly froze, apparently not knowing how to make a threat.

The gods only granted them the right to issue tasks, collect data, and redeem rewards; they never had the authority to punish their hosts.

Moreover, this was the first time it had encountered a host as stubborn and willful as Xie Xingran. In the past, its hosts had always obediently followed instructions and completed tasks smoothly. Why would it need to put in such effort?

For a moment, the system was completely at a loss, having no solution whatsoever.

Xie Xingran, being so perceptive, immediately saw through the system's outward strength but inner weakness, and discerned the pale powerlessness behind its warnings.

A sneer curled at the corner of his lips, his tone full of mockery: "Looks like your system is pretty useless after all."

However, this useless system suited his taste perfectly.

If you can't control him, he can do whatever he wants in this world. Isn't that the best thing?

That mocking remark acted like a fuse, instantly igniting all the pent-up anxiety and helplessness within the system.

His originally plump and fair body instantly swelled up, turning bright red, and his mechanical voice was filled with furious shouts:

"Don't be so smug! If you dare to hurt Jiang Huaijin, I will never let you get away with it! I will make you pay the price!"

"Oh, I see."

Xie Xingran's response was dismissive and indifferent.

He slowly stood up, dusted off non-existent dust from his clothes, and turned to push open the door.

Outside the door, it was midday, and the brilliant sunlight poured down, spreading golden light throughout the courtyard and falling on Xie Xingran, making his moon-white brocade robes shimmer and radiant.

The child's features were exquisite, and in the golden light, he seemed like a celestial being descended from heaven, untouched by the world's grime. Yet, his slightly upturned eyes held a wild and untamed spirit.

"Then I'd better hurry up."

He turned his head to the side, raised the corners of his lips towards the void, and said with a hint of playful provocation, "So that you don't miss the opportunity to punish me."

"No! No!"

The system, watching Xie Xingran turn and leave, panicked instantly. Its mechanical voice screamed in terror, "You can't go! You absolutely can't kill Jiang Huaijin! Stop!"

However, to Xie Xingran, his shouts were nothing more than irrelevant noise.

He didn't stop walking; instead, he walked faster and faster. The golden sunlight stretched his shadow long, and he soon disappeared around the corner of the courtyard.

The system's screams gradually weakened. From the initial threats to the later pleas, and finally to the helpless cries, all the words it uttered seemed to sink without a trace, failing to stop Xie Xingran even for a moment.

In the end, the system fell into complete silence.

The invisible consciousness was curled up in Xie Xingran's sea of ​​consciousness, its core program still slightly stuck, emitting faint electrical sounds.

After a long while, a barely audible murmur rang out, filled with obsessive resentment and unwillingness, repeating itself over and over again:

"I'll make you pay... I will definitely make you pay..."