The hospital room didn't feel like a place of healing; it felt like a war room. Hansraj watched his father, Lin Tian, berating a world-renowned cardiologist for the "unacceptable" singe marks on Hansraj's hospital gown. His mother was already on the phone, likely blacklisting the weather station for allowing a "random" lightning strike in clear skies.
Hansraj looked at them and felt a strange sense of relief. Like In every novel he'd read, the villain's family was always united if young master falls the older follow suit if older once died than ancestors come forth just like Lin family. They were "villains" to the world, but to each other, they were an unbreakable wall. They didn't ask why he had been a "scum" to his wife or why he'd wasted the family's money; they just wanted to know who they needed to destroy to make him smile again.
A united villain family, Hansraj mused, leaning back as a nurse nervously checked his pulse. That's a cheat code no protagonist expects.
His eyes drifted to Mu Ningxue, who remained in the corner like a beautiful, frozen statue.
He knew her secret. She thought she was the only one who had "returned." In her mind, she had lived a life of misery under the original Lin Feng, died, and regressed five days ago to fix it. But Hansraj knew more. He had read The Sovereign's Frosty Throne right up until the final arc was teased.
He knew that in this "second life" she was currently living, she would eventually become the Cold Swordswoman—a peak powerhouse who would execute the entire Lin family. She was currently playing a game of chess where she thought she saw the whole board, but Hansraj was looking at the board from the ceiling.
You think you're a regressor, Ningxue, he thought, watching the subtle tremor in her hand. But to me, you're just a character whose middle chapters I've already highlighted.
[Ding! Connection Stable.]
A shimmer of light appeared near his ear. A tiny figure, no larger than a chess piece, manifested. It wore a sharp, pinstriped suit and carried a miniature golden briefcase. Its holographic hair was standing straight up, occasionally emitting a stray purple spark.
[Don't look so smug, Host,] the Spirit's voice echoed in his mind. It didn't sound shocked; it sounded like a businessman who had just successfully diverted a hostile takeover. [The Heavenly Dao is a persistent auditor. It doesn't like 'Errors' like you speaking the truth. If I hadn't buffered that strike with 40% of our energy reserves, your soul would be nothing but static on the sidewalk right now.] How you knew it was coming? Hansraj asked internally.
[The Dao is predictable,] the Spirit smirked, adjusting its tiny cufflinks. [ You survived because a dead host is a lost investment not to mention you just proved you're willing to take risks that would make a god blink.]
Hansraj looked at the Spirit ( a small elfe looking guy with red hornes and hair with a butler outfit), Hansraj then back at the charred hole in the ceiling. He was a man with a united family of wolves, a System that could parry the Heavens, and a wife who was a future peak-powerhouse currently trapped in a state of "Extreme Confusion."
He didn't know the final arc of the novel—the author had died or disappeared before it was released—but he knew everything leading up to it. And that was enough to lead him a good life
"Dad," Hansraj said, his voice cutting through the family's shouting. "Stop yelling at the doctor. I'm fine. In fact, I've never felt more 'electrified'."
He turned his gaze to Mu Ningxue, the "Cold Swordswoman" who hadn't yet found her sword.