The Counterattack Plan of A Villain With Ten Thousand Fans - Chapter 317 (Patreon)

Chapter 317

"Host, host, wake up quickly!"

"What's wrong?" Woken by 098, Ling Chunann was still a bit groggy, then he suddenly came to his senses, feeling pain everywhere, his left arm seemed to be broken.

Ling Chunann was in a car at this time, the front half of which was deeply embedded in the mountainside, the hood was completely deformed, and no human shape was visible on the driver's seat, the driver was crushed into a meat patty, and blood was splattered everywhere. From Ling Chunann's angle, he could clearly see the chunks of flesh on the shattered windshield.

Ling Chunann moved his legs, which were pinned under the seat, one was completely numb, and he guessed the other was also broken, as were two of his ribs, thankfully not piercing his internal organs. At that moment, he heard a faint buzzing sound.

The car was about to explode.

"Host, run, the car is going to explode!" 098's voice sounded at the same time.

Only the driver and Ling Chunann were in the car, and the driver was already dead. There was no one and no other cars around. If the car exploded, Ling Chunann would have nowhere to escape.

Ling Chunann's position was behind the driver's seat, and at this time, the door next to him was completely twisted and deformed. He tried pushing it, but his body wasn't yet transformed with soul power, and with his injuries, he was too weak to force it open. The other door was fine, but now the car was locked, his legs were not yet freed from under the seat, let alone escaping.

Seeing the engine starting to smoke, Ling Chunann looked around and noticed a violin case in the back seat.

This violin was undoubtedly a fine piece, although Ling Chunann had used many top-ranked instruments from various worlds, he had to admit this point. However, his current concern was—how much weight this violin could bear.

Quickly calculating the current weight on his legs and the violin's load-bearing capacity, Ling Chunann furrowed his brow. The violin was not made of pure wood, and at most, it could only support the weight on his legs for two seconds before it would be damaged. He wasn't sure he had enough time to get both legs out.

Although not fully confident, Ling Chunann's actions were not slow. Even though he could only use one hand, his movements showed no hesitation. He quickly took the violin out of the box, wedged the head of the violin between his legs in the narrow space of the seat, and then pushed hard!

The seat loosened for a moment, and Ling Chunann quickly pulled his legs out with a crisp snap, the expensive violin broke from the board section. At the same time, he felt a pain in his chest, a sweet metallic taste in his throat—his ribs had pierced into his lungs.

However, Ling Chunann didn't have time to worry about these things. He fiercely swung the remains of the violin towards the slightly cracked window on the right.

Crash!

Glass shattered everywhere, not minding the sharp glass shards still jutting from the window, Ling Chunann supported himself with his right hand on the seat and crawled out.

His arm strength was not good, Ling Chunann rolled on the ground, hitting the back of his head, feeling dizzy for a moment.

"Host, ten seconds left." 098 spoke up, even now Ling Chunann was too close to the car, and the explosion would still sweep him up.

"Healing potion," said Ling Chunann.

"But..."

"Bring it."

"Yes, host."

After gulping down a bottle of healing potion, Ling Chunann finally felt sensation returning to his legs, ignoring the pain of the fractures, he quickly stood up and ran towards the distant road.

After running about ten meters, a loud boom sounded behind him, and a fierce heat wave knocked Ling Chunann to the ground, then he passed out.

098 was dumbfounded, such a big explosion, could there still be explosives hidden in the car? Who hated the original host this much?

No, it had just checked; other than the brakes being sabotaged in advance, there were no other unusual items in the car, perhaps it was just a coincidence because the gas tank was full? Then it thought with lingering fear, if not for the host's decisive action just now, they might have already returned to the mission space.

But then thinking about the side effects of the healing potion, 098 couldn't get happy.

Under normal circumstances, the healing potion was excellent for treating flesh wounds of taskers, but its drawback was that it had no restorative effect on bones. That is, if the user's bones were misaligned, using the healing potion would still leave them misaligned after treatment, automatically connecting the bones and flesh together, making it difficult to treat later.

Ling Chunann's body was severely injured, not to mention the ribs in his lungs, which could potentially cost him his life. This world, though somewhat magical, hardly favored Ling Chunann’s identity. Hadn’t he been targeted for death as soon as he appeared?

Only the future of Ling Chunann’s healing abilities could now be hoped for. 098 sighed heavily for a while, finally hearing the sound of an ambulance approaching.

When Ling Chunann woke up, it had been three days. Although his body no longer hurt, it was far from okay. Both his legs and his left arm were tightly wrapped in plaster, seemingly manually repaired, but clearly ineffective. His bones were still cracked as before, although he had sensation, they were too weak to function normally.

His ribs were still firmly lodged in his lungs, and he could hear the sound of bones colliding with his lungs when he breathed. More importantly, he felt no strength in his body, not even the soul power was present.

It was truly tragic, Ling Chunann coldly thought to himself, then he spoke to 098, “098, the plot.”

“Yes, host.”

This was a world of urban fairy tales, more precisely, dark adult fairy tales.

The tale was akin to Cinderella's, but the protagonist was male. The protagonist, named Du Zi'an, was the only child of the Du family, his father a wealthy businessman and his mother having died early. His father quickly remarried, bringing a stepmother and two stepbrothers home. Just like in the story, as the only biological child, Du Zi'an suffered greatly at home.

Later, when Du Zi'an was fourteen, his father also died, leaving most of his assets to Du Zi'an, but entrusted to his stepmother until he turned eighteen.

Thus, the stepmother and stepbrothers treated him even worse. If it weren't for the family's old butler watching over him, he probably would have been tormented to death. As he was about to come of age, the old butler died too, leaving him a helpless, lone cabbage.

However, unlike the perpetually kind-hearted girl in the fairy tale, Du Zi'an, after years of enduring in silence, became psychologically twisted and dark. He finally erupted before a high-society gala.

He made a deal with a devil, acquired a substantial amount of money, splendidly attended the gala, and caught the fancy of the little princess of the Dust World Group. Then, using the little princess, he suppressed his stepmother’s influence, watching her scramble in desperation, and finally dragged her into a dark room, cut open her arteries with a knife, watched her bleed to death, and then threw her to the pack of vicious dogs he had raised, watching as they gnawed her to bones.

He repeated this with his eldest stepbrother, while Ling Chunann, in this body, had avoided this fate by attending an international violin competition abroad, but had come back only to be seriously injured in a car accident, undoubtedly manipulated by the protagonist.

This body’s name was Du Zi'xuan, obviously changed by the stepmother after marrying into the Du family for the inheritance, but Ling Chunann didn’t care about these details—as long as he remembered his own name, that was enough.

Du Zi'xuan, the original antagonist, a violin prodigy, half a year older than the protagonist. Before the protagonist turned dark, he really hadn’t participated much in bullying the protagonist, nor had he stopped his mother and brother’s actions. His heart only had room for the violin, it could be said that in his life, the violin was everything.

But all of this was destroyed by Du Zi'an, leading him to also turn dark, and he too made a deal with a devil, albeit being too naive and simple-minded, he was ultimately no match for the protagonist and even had his soul devoured by the devil.

Now, two months after the stepmother’s death and five days after the elder brother’s death, it was just after Du Zi'xuan returned from the car accident. Thinking back to his own experiences right after transmigrating, Ling Chunann wasn’t surprised that if he hadn’t run then, death would have been the only outcome, the car accident was much worse than what the original narrative had described.

At least in the original narrative, Du Zi'xuan hadn’t lost his legs, only his left hand was not very flexible, and the Du family’s old driver hadn’t died, but now the driver had turned into a meat patty.

Having sorted out the plot, Ling Chunann quickly sorted through this body’s memories, which really weren’t much to sort out; the interpersonal relationships in these memories were really simple, other than music scores, there were just more music scores. “098, what is the mission?”

“Host, your mission is to change Du Zi'xuan’s fate and bring the murderer to justice.” Changing fate was easy to understand, just don't get devoured by the devil as long as Ling Chunann didn’t summon the devil, that should be sufficient. But when 098 mentioned bringing the murderer to justice, it almost winced at its own words; the murderer was obviously the protagonist, but with a devil involved, how could the protagonist possibly reveal his guilt? Society still demanded evidence, after all.

In the original narrative, a righteous police officer had suspected the protagonist, but ultimately failed to obtain any evidence, ending up tormented by the protagonist into a half-paralyzed state, confined to a wheelchair for life.

Now wasn’t the time to worry about the mission, though. 098 noticed Ling Chunann's pallid face, “Host, how is your body?” It didn’t even ask if he was okay; with Ling Chunann’s current state, anyone with eyes could tell there was something wrong.

“Not too good,” Ling Chunann said, “But I still have one hand that can move.”

This world was different from the previous ones. Ling Chunann moved his fingers, touched his chest, and in this world, he couldn’t feel the presence of that man.

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