Offering a Lollipop?

Weren’t you supposed to be eating people? Refining flesh with demonic arts, commanding wandering souls, or crafting mindless corpse puppets?

The sacred thunder faded. The chaotic storm stilled.

Chen Yanyu’s clever little mind seemed to short-circuit.

Is this demonic cultivator… kinda weird, huh?

A terrifyingly sinister demonic cultivator—offering a strawberry lollipop to a crying little girl by the roadside?

Wait…

How could such a vicious demon casually pull a lollipop from his pocket?

Strawberry-flavored, no less?

Even an ordinary guy wouldn’t carry that! Nothing like TV dramas at all!

Smells like a trap!

Poisoned?

But her spiritual sense scan found nothing off.

The righteous little dragon maiden was utterly baffled!

“Th-thank you… but… no need?”

The mother was caught completely off guard—never expecting this fierce-looking young man to be so gentle.

At the word “lollipop,” the little girl’s braided pigtails twitched slightly.

She stared at Luo Qingchuan’s hand, big eyes blinking fast—hint of worry, flicker of hope.

Suddenly, the big brother didn’t seem scary anymore. His smile felt warm, kind.

Too bad she had no idea how shamelessly Luo Qingchuan was about to act.

“Here.”

Luo Qingchuan tore open the “Heavenly Dao Made” wrapper and handed her the pink strawberry lollipop.

“Say thank you to big brother,” the mother said softly.

“Th-thank you, big brother!”

“No problem. Go ahead and eat.” Luo Qingchuan smiled—bright as noonday sun.

The girl took it, popped it in. Her whole face lit up.

“So yummy!”

This tender, timeless moment reflected in Chen Yanyu’s sunglasses.

The silver-haired girl blinked once… then smiled. Softer than the park breeze.

Just as Chen Yanyu prepared to drop her concealment and step out—

She witnessed something even more unbelievable.

Like lightning struck her soul!

In a flash, the sinister golden-haired young master snatched the lollipop from the girl’s hand.

Time froze.

A single maple leaf spiraled down on a silent breeze.

Chen Yanyu: ?

Mother: ?

Little girl: ???

Q: Who suffered the deepest psychological trauma on scene?

A: Me, Luo Qingchuan!

Shame and frustration burned in Luo Qingchuan. He wanted to vanish on the spot.

What kind of trash gives a kid candy… then snatches it back?!

Seriously… I’m such a piece of trash.

Fate Defiance System—*this* is your “invincible villain”? Embarrassing!

The girl froze… then, like a reconnected signal, tilted her head back—tears welling.

Luo Qingchuan didn’t even glance at the reward pop-up. He scrambled to fix it.

“Sorry,” he said awkwardly. “Just noticed a tiny tear in the wrapper. Here—new one.”

*Whoosh*—another lollipop from his left pocket.

“Milk-flavored! Sweeter!”

Screw it… Villains have dignity too. He gritted his teeth—*bye*, 10 Saint Points.

The girl canceled her “Charge-Up Wail” skill. Round cheeks bloomed with joy again.

“Th-thank you, big brother!”

The mother sighed in relief. Adults just *know* there’s a reason.

Chen Yanyu blinked rapidly.

Oh… so *that’s* it?

He’s actually thoughtful?

But… how’d he have milk-flavored too? What *else* is in those pockets?!

Then—the demonic cultivator turned… and walked straight toward her.

*Oh no—did he spot me?!*

[Ding! +500 Fate Defiance Points acquired.]

[First task complete! Title unlocked: Evil Deeds Come Easy.]

[Grants Shadow Clone ability: 1-minute duration, 24-hour cooldown.]

20 Saint Points for 500 Fate Defiance Points… plus a built-in ability? Hmph…

Luo Qingchuan walked right past her.

He’d found the cheat code.

His villain arc was tragic—orchestrated by the author into danger after tragedy.

All to paint the blond villain as “lowly and weak.”

Like in certain NTR doujinshi: homeless vagrants, bald uncles…

The uglier the blond guy, the sharper the contrast when he “claims” those star-like heroines—readers’ hearts shatter.

Add a heroine’s corruption arc? Some fans might grab knives.

These authors… truly malicious.

“All just tropes,” Luo Qingchuan sighed. To survive the plot, he *had* to grow stronger.

At the very least—he must become worthy of his sword immortal wife, Su Yingsnow.

She’d soon stand peerless in swordsmanship.

He’d match her pace. Honor her unwavering love.

Minutes later, Luo Qingchuan stood by the park’s artificial lake.

“Ugh… this water’s freakin’ green.”

He flipped a tiny camera from his pocket.

Footage of last night with Sword Immortal Su Yingsnow. At first, bewildered. Then—unable to resist her allure—he surrendered to passion. When she tired, he took charge… until utterly spent, collapsing into her tender embrace.

Su Yingsnow, inexperienced, had giggled… then pleaded with breathy moans. Her bliss-drunk expression made him feel he’d melt right there.

He’d pocketed the camera leaving the hotel.

Not keeping it. Destroying it.

No one around.

He flicked his wrist—the camera arced toward the lake.

His shadow twisted. Sinister. Demonic.

“Calamity Blade.”

A finger-length cursed blade shot silently from his shadow—struck the device.

Silent burn. Silent shatter.

The Scripture of Calamitous Chaos held many techniques, all fueled by Calamitous Chaos Spiritual Energy.

This? Barely a summon. Not even a sword form.

He didn’t even *have* a sword yet.

Still—destroying mortal tech was effortless. Power dwarfing flashy sword arts.

Just starting cultivation… and already satisfied. Points unused. Two “loli” systems waiting.

The device vanished into black smoke—only melted residue remained.

Last night’s memories now lived only in Luo Qingchuan and Su Yingsnow.

Behind a green trash can, Chen Yanyu stared, dumbfounded.

“Never seen such terrifying demonic arts… Is he even *good*, huh?”

Luo Qingchuan exhaled. Smiled.

Farewell to that despicable future. A new path begins.

“Keh keh keh keh! My future’s BRIGHT!”

Arms wide, laughing freely—

Like a demon lord claiming the world.

Like a pure, chuunibyou boy dreaming under the sun.