The improved female villains regained their memories.

Ripples spread across the water, a fish leaps out of the water, and then falls back into the river under the gentle gaze of the moonlight.

Yang Pingsheng held his head in his hands and sighed silently.

A warm embrace came from behind. Breath was fresh, soft breasts pressed against his back, and Yang Pingsheng heard Wen Shihan's voice:

"Brother, what are you doing here all by yourself?"

"Oh, it's Xiaohan... I was just spacing out here for a bit, nothing's wrong. Why did you come out?"

"I missed my brother, so I came to find him. He looks troubled. Can I help you, Xiaohan?"

Yang Pingsheng turned his head and looked at Wen Shihan's face.

She smiled, her dark eyes revealing tenderness, seemingly capable of encompassing everything.

Yang Pingsheng's heart stirred, and he said, "Xiao Han, can you do me a favor?"

Perhaps he was wrong; he was not alone.

The system is unreliable, and something seems to have happened to the Heavenly Dao. The world's will is collapsing one by one, and the female villains seem unstoppable, with no one able to halt them.

But... what if the one who stops her is another female villain?

Chapter Forty-Six: Omens

In the countryside, spring is in full bloom, and the sound of the river rises and falls like an orchestra playing without stopping.

A chill wafted through the woods. Wen Shihan thoughtfully draped his coat over Yang Pingsheng, who hesitated, unsure how to speak.

"...Minor Cold".

After thinking for a moment, he said, "I know you must have been through a lot to come looking for me."

Wen Shihan didn't understand what her brother was trying to say, but that didn't stop her from maintaining a gentle smile: "Mm."

"I know how you feel about me."

"Ah."

But I can't give you a response.

"Um……"

"You've seen them too, my sister, Luo Benmo, and Xiaoyu."

"..."

"To be honest, besides them, there are seven others."

"???"

Wen Shihan's smile was about to fade.

"Brother, elder brother..." Her voice trembled almost completely, "You..."

I don't know what to say.

She recalled what Xiaoyu had told her that night: "Your return is just the beginning."

At that time, her response was still casual. The fire of her obsession burned too brightly. She could not give up Yang Pingsheng. So what if one or two came along? As long as she did whatever it took, he would eventually belong to her alone.

but……

Seven more? Isn't that a bit too many?

Xiaoyu and Luo Benmo were already giving her a headache; if the remaining seven people were all like that, what was the point of her even trying to compete?

Thinking about the scene of Luo Benmo fighting over Yang Pingsheng, Wen Shihan's smile became somewhat distorted.

The conversation with the mysterious man replayed in his mind. It was in his first life, when Wen Shihan asked the mysterious man, "Why did my brother run to another world, and why did the world's will insist on erasing my memories?"

At that moment, the mysterious man smiled but remained silent.

Furthermore, the mysterious man's words about female villains and their so-called definition sparked a thought in Wen Shihan's mind: "Brother..."

She asked, "Are they... all female villains?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it exploded in Yang Pingsheng's heart like a thunderclap.

He looked at Wen Shihan and asked, "Xiaohan... how did you know this word?"

Wen Shihan told everything, including the mysterious man and what he had said to her.

He was her brother, the person she loved most, and there was nothing she could hide from him.

After listening, Yang Pingsheng said nothing. His face was reflected in the river, revealing neither joy nor sorrow.

"Minor Cold".

After a long silence, he spoke:

"You're the first one."

"Hey?"

Wen Shihan was stunned, and at the same time, his heart was enveloped by a warm current.

"At the same time, it is also the most important one."

The warm current became so strong that it made her feel a little dizzy.

"I only trust you."

Unable to suppress the corners of his mouth from gradually turning upwards, Wen Shihan asked, "Really?"

Those dark eyes shone brighter in the night than the stars in the sky.

"Really." Yang Pingsheng nodded and patted her head. "So, I can only ask you for help."

"Brother..."

That's enough.

Wen Shihan had never sought the so-called peak; for her, Yang Pingsheng was her peak.

"I have special emotional connections with many female villains, but the one with you is the deepest and most unforgettable."

Yang Pingsheng sighed softly and said, "Right now, the third female villain is coming for me. I need someone to help me figure out everything behind this and help me stop them."

“I understand, brother.”

Wen Shihan took his hand in his, like the most loyal knight:

"No matter what needs to be done, you just need to let Xiaohan do it. Xiaohan will always be your sister and will always stand by your side."

"Minor Cold".

Yang Pingsheng hugged her: "Thank you."

After giving his instructions, Wen Shihan returned home.

On the way back, Wen Shihan felt both excited and disappointed.

To her delight, her older brother finally opened up to her, admitting that she was the first and most important one.

So what if Luo Benmo is the older sister? So what if there are seven more behind her? Wen Shihan has already beaten them by far.

Disappointingly, she still kept one thing from her brother: the coordinates.

She kept the fact that she was constantly sensing her brother's location coordinates a secret.

I'm sorry, brother, I shouldn't have kept it from you. She apologized in her heart, but this was ultimately just her own selfish wish. As compensation, I will definitely complete everything you asked me to do.

I promise!

On the riverbank, the moonlight was like water, and Yang Pingsheng was still looking at the river.

Yang Pingsheng chose Wen Shihan not because Wen Shihan and his experiences were the most unforgettable. On the contrary, because it was his first life, Yang Pingsheng was now least attached to his experiences with Wen Shihan.

The reason she was chosen is that among the nine female villains, she is slightly more "normal".

Leaving aside the flaws in the ninth life, all the other female villains are portrayed as either born evil in the second life, having a split personality in the third, being greedy for money rather than risking their lives in the fourth, being cunning and hypocritical in the fifth, being capricious in the sixth, being an idiot in the seventh, or having a heavy taste and being perverted in the eighth. Compared to this, Wen Shihan, who would stop at nothing to climb to the top, seems perfectly normal.

Yang Pingsheng sensed that a massive conspiracy was unfolding, and he, along with all the female villains, were caught in it. And to understand everything, suspicion was the first element.

Now, he can't even trust what the system says.

He will reconsider all his experiences with these female villains, then filter, eliminate, and finally make use of them.

If we do this, we can...

"Hey?"

Yang Pingsheng was stunned.

When exactly did I become like this?

Most of the things he said to Wen Shihan were just to coax her, yet he did them so naturally. And just now, what was he thinking?

Intrigue, pawn, manipulation.

These thoughts came naturally, as if they were the only things he was supposed to think that way.

"……Why."

Why can I be so indifferent?

Why is my heart completely unmoved?

Why do my emotions start to pretend that there's no longer any sincerity?

Why, why, why is this happening?

When exactly did it begin...?

He clutched his head in anguish. The experiences he had shared with Wen Shihan and Luo Benmo used to touch his heart, but now they no longer did.

Looking back at those memories, he remained indifferent, like a bystander.

My heart has hardened.

Xiao Yu, Wen Shihan, Luo Benmo—he felt a sense of guilt towards them, but that was all he felt.

It's even possible that, with the passage of time, this guilt may simply fade away.

The river continued to flow, reflecting the tender moonlight and Yang Pingsheng's slightly distorted expression, rushing on and on like the passing of time, never ceasing.