The Reincarnated Villain Can Break the Fourth Wall!

"Sigh…"

Su Xiaobai exhaled, slow and heavy, like a condemned man savoring his last moments of peace. The calm didn't feel earned—it was the calm of a fool too tired to fight fate anymore.

Beside him, Zhu Qing stood, violet lightning flickering at her fingertips, her lips curled in that infuriating almost-smile that screamed trouble.

The same woman who once crushed him with her presence now felt… manageable.

Not soft—hell no—but maybe a little less murdery.

"What the hell changed?" he muttered under his breath, half hoping, someone would answer. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire

A nasty thought whispered back: "Is it because your thing is throbbing inside her now?"

He shoved it down. Didn't matter. None of it mattered. Right now, there was only the damn door—towering, ancient, and smug, as though it enjoyed blocking their way.

"How do we open it?" he asked, rubbing his temples.

"Open it?" Zhu Qing's voice was low, mocking. She flexed her fingers, sparks snapping like restless serpents.

"Why open it…" Lightning erupted from her palms, dark and hungry.

"…when I can make it kneel?"

"..." Su Xiaobai groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Right. Let's skip the reasonable solutions and go straight to pissing off whatever ancient bastard built this thing. Makes so much sense."

"Don't be boring," Zhu Qing chuckled, raising her hands as if she were about to punch a hole in the heavens.

BOOM!

The dark jade ground trembled, cracks racing outward, glowing with a violent purple light — sharp, like breathing in broken glass.

Su Xiaobai froze. His instincts screamed run, but his feet stayed rooted, heavy as lead. The formation carved into the ground—it wasn't just ominous. It was a neon sign screaming: Welcome to Hell. Enjoy your stay.

"Hellgate Array!"

The name hissed through his mind, dredging up every cautionary tale he'd ever heard.

A cursed formation.

A lock forged to keep the worst monsters of the underworld chained.

And now, a summoning circle in the hands of a woman who clearly didn't give a shit.

Zhu Qing tilted her head back, hair spilling across her face like silk shadows. Just enough to tease. "What's wrong, Little Villain? Shaking already?"

"Shaking?" Su Xiaobai snorted. "No... just thrilled to stand on an exploding death trap with you, Miss 'Expert.' Nothing like it. Really."

She rolled her eyes. Almost. Her lips twitched instead. His knowledge of the array? A surprise. But grilling him could wait. Not dying came first.

Swoosh.

Zhu Qing crouched, her fingers gliding over the array. Slow. Precise. Every stroke shimmered like molten silver, weaving a trap delicate enough to be art... or disaster.

"These seals..." Her tone? Too casual. Like she wasn't summoning something hell wouldn't miss. "They'll keep the beast's strength at my level. Wouldn't want to become wall art, right?"

Su Xiaobai raised a brow. "Oh, sure. So when it kills us, it'll feel... dignified. At your power level. Comforting."

She froze. Just a flicker. The glare she gave him could've boiled water. "Relax. It's controlled."

"Controlled?" He laughed. "Like your temper?"

Her fingers twitched, but she stayed silent. Focused. As if this was normal. But summoning hellspawn? Overkill. She could just blow the damn door.

No. She had to do it the hard way. And him? He wasn't scared of claws or teeth. No. Worse. These things... broke rules. Laws of reality? Nothing to them. What if his Invincible Body—his trump card—didn't work?

Too late.

Whoosh.

The chamber shuddered. Air howled. Bitter. Sharp. Burnt bones and regret.

The array lit up. Blinding. Runes twisted... coiled... wrong.

And then...

The air tore.

Something stepped through. Big. Hungry.

Reality bent to greet it.

BOOM.

THUD.

The ground shook. Dust rained from the ceiling. Massive claws struck the stone, each impact like a hammer pounding reality itself. The beast rose. Slow. Deliberate. A storm of molten shadow, twisting and writhing as though the darkness itself had come alive to kill.

Whoosh! Black and violet flames licked along its body, devouring light with every flicker.

Then came the heads. Three of them.

Necks arched high, crowned with blazing ruby eyes. Six orbs, burning and furious, glowing with hatred so pure it didn't just see you—it judged you.

All six locked on Su Xiaobai.

It didn't move. Didn't blink. Just stared at him. Like he wasn't a man but an itch it was about to scratch... and tear open.

"YOU."

A beat. Its molten breath rolled over him, hot and rank.

"Who dares... summon me?"

The left head tilted, molten eyes narrowing, lips curling in disgust. "A human? This whelp calls upon the Keeper of Hells?"

The right head laughed, low and grinding, like boulders splitting. "Pathetic... and brave. Brave enough to die."

Su Xiaobai didn't flinch. Barely. The thing was ten meters long, four meters tall, and radiated more bad ideas than Zhu Qing's entire existence. What now? Let it eat him feet-first to savor the crunch?

And Zhu Qing? Oh, she grinned. Broad and confident. Like she'd just summoned a housepet instead of the underworld's worst nightmare.

She clapped. CRACK! The sound echoed, like a whip across the beast's pride. "Tiny Fang! Stop gawking at him like he's dessert. You're not eating that today!"

"!?—" Su Xiaobai choked on his words. His eyes darted to her, then to the beast, and back again. Tiny? She couldn't be serious. That thing was ten meters of claws, hate, and bad intentions.

The beast snorted, all six ruby eyes narrowing. "Humph!" Smoke curled from its nostrils in sharp, angry bursts. Tiny? Who did this woman think she was?

But then it saw her.

A hazy figure of defiance, white hair cascading like silver fire, staring it down with an expression that screamed: touch me and die.

The center head blinked. Once. Twice.

"…grrrr~…"

The growl rumbled low, reluctant, almost embarrassed. And then, impossibly, the beast sat back, tails curling tight as though trying to contain its fury. Flames simmered along its jaws, but it didn't move.

Zhu Qing smiled, full of smug satisfaction. She pointed a finger at the towering door.

"Break it."

"Growl~!" The beast's eyes flashed. Aggressive. Hungry.

BOOM! It leapt, claws tearing into the air as it soared over their heads.

THUD!

All three heads lowered. Jaws parted wide. Flames surged from its mouths—black and white streams, twisting and spiraling like unholy serpents.

WHOOSH!

The flames roared, devouring, heat bending the stone like molten clay.

Zhu Qing watched as Tiny Fang's fire ate away at the door's reinforced seal. She clapped, sharp and deliberate. "Good boy."

Meanwhile, someone else wasn't having fun. Someone was spiraling into an existential crisis.

"Ahem, Elder," Su Xiaobai said, glaring at her like she'd upended the universe. "Care to explain?"

Why did this woman have a three-headed apocalypse mutt as a pet? Was she the real villain of the story? Who rewrote the goddamn plot?

Zhu Qing tilted her head, her eyes glittering mischievously. "Explain what?"

Su Xiaobai's face darkened. Was this woman playing dumb? How did she know this beast? Don't tell him she was about to spin some tragic tale of rescuing it when it was small, fluffy, and injured.

Of course, she didn't. Zhu Qing had a hundred secrets, and she wasn't sharing a single one. Not that Su Xiaobai could complain—he wasn't exactly forthcoming with his own truths.

Cultivators lived and died on secrets. Monsters like her? They thrived on them.

The fire slammed into the door again, a endless torrent of black and white flame. The heat hit like dragon breath, forcing Su Xiaobai and Zhu Qing back several paces.

Zhu Qing crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on the three-headed hound. "Obedient, isn't he? Unlike someone I know."

Su Xiaobai didn't flinch. He shot her a sharp look. "Obedient? This mutt just stared me down like I'm its next chew toy. What do you even feed it? Cultivators?"

"Sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

"A few lesser demons. A wandering soul or two. And…" Her voice turned sweet, the kind of sweet that dripped poison. "A sect elder who thought I'd make a good wife."

Su Xiaobai blinked. Then narrowed his eyes, lips twitching like he might laugh. "Good to know. Note to self—never argue with you. Or marry you."

Grrr-whoosh!

Tiny Fang wagged its tails, sending a gust so strong it almost knocked Su Xiaobai over. He staggered, his glare locking on the beast. His jaw tightened. If it weren't for the suffocating aura, he'd turn it into stew.

"Pfft..." Zhu Qing stifled a laugh, her tone dripping with mockery. "Don't look at me like that, Little Villain. Even if you begged, I wouldn't marry you. I'm not in the market for weak men. "

"…."

Su Xiaobai chuckled, low and dark, his gaze dripping with mockery. Weak? Maybe. But marry her? Not a chance. This was the same woman who once threatened to crush her ex-fiancé's balls just to end an engagement.

Ridiculous.

Poor Zhao Tianxuan. That fool. Su Xiaobai had pitied him before. Now? He almost wanted to light incense for the man's spirit.

Yes, Zhu Qing was beautiful—too beautiful. No sane man would deny it. She even had moments of kindness, fleeting glimpses of sweetness that could disarm anyone.

But no beauty was worth the walking hurricane.

He brushed off his sleeve, smirking. "Don't worry, Elder. If I were blind, drunk, half-dead, and desperate for company in hell, you'd still be my last choice. Even the devil has standards."

(A/N: Ahem, ◉⁠‿⁠◉)

Zhu Qing sneered, her lips curling. This 'Devil' was the same man who practically begged her to take blood from his tongue? Hypocrite.

Men were all the same. Sigh. Get what they wanted, then act high and mighty.

"Let's go."

The door was gone, reduced to molten sludge. Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed his hand and yanked him forward, her grip like iron.

"Wait—"

BOOM!

His protest disappeared as she launched them forward, faster than thought, faster than light.

"Woof~!"

Tiny Fang wagged its tails, the massive gust nearly knocking Su Xiaobai off balance again. It bounded after them, its fiery paws leaving scorch marks as they entered the core of the Warlord's palace.

Blood, old and blackened, was smeared across the ancient walls, flaking with age yet like a curse. Each step brought more—fresh splatter atop the dry. The deeper they went, the worse it became, the metallic stench clawing at their senses.

Zhu Qing's expression turned sharp, her usual smile replaced by something colder. She knew what this place meant.

There would be challenges.

And that was why she'd summoned Tiny Fang. The three-headed hound was no ordinary beast—it was a monster she had crossed paths with by sheer accident long ago. Their meeting had been… eventful. A clash of claws and lightning, blood and fury. Somehow, against all odds, it had ended in an uneasy bond.

But even she hadn't expected what happened next.

No one could have.

Not in their wildest dreams.