The Hero of a Cool Novel? I, the Villain, Will Kill You!

184: Deep resentment and self-doubtThis news was like a destructive star falling into a calm sea, instantly stirring up a colossal storm that swept across the entire Hongmeng Sea with an unstoppable force.

Countless beings were horrified upon hearing it.

Whether it was ancient existences living in seclusion in deep mountains or ordinary beings in urban streets, all were shaken to their core by this earth-shattering marriage announcement.

For a long time, Hongmeng Empress Situ Linghuang had resided high in the Nine Heavens Imperial Palace.

Her peerless grace and supreme authority had long become an unattainable white moonlight in the hearts of countless heroes.

Many ambitious individuals harbored secret desires, fantasizing that one day they could win the Empress’s favor.

Thereby ascending to heaven in one step and wielding the power of the Hongmeng Divine Kingdom.

However, with the marriage announcement now proclaimed to the world, all fantasies instantly turned to dust.

Those suitors who had secretly competed and painstakingly cultivated their images felt as if struck by a Nine Heavens Lightning Tribulation, their hearts immediately turning to ashes.

Some slumped to the ground, beating their chests and stamping their feet, cursing the unfairness of the Heavenly Dao;

Others sighed to the sky, tears soaking their clothes;

And even more were filled with indignation, their Dao Heart nearly collapsing.

Wherever the news reached, discussions boiled over across the Hongmeng Sea.

In teahouses and taverns, beings shook their heads and lamented, saying that this marriage not only reshaped the power structure but also completely shattered the dreams of countless people seeking to climb the social ladder.

Lost and dejected figures could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys.

In desperation, these individuals had no choice but to settle for less, turning their attention to other talented and beautiful women in the Hongmeng Sea.

But compared to an unparalleled beauty like Situ Linghuang, they always felt it was bland and uninteresting, as if casting pearls before swine, leaving only endless regret.

This marriage announcement was not merely a declaration of personal emotion.

It was more like a heavy hammer, setting the course for the Hongmeng Sea’s destiny for billions of years to come, its shocking aftershocks lingering and difficult to subside.

At the same time... the Nine Heavens Demon Domain was also near the Other Shore.

And only a token refined by the Nine Heavens True Demon could open the entrance to the Demonic Domain.

The River of the Other Shore flowed silently.

A dense, unyielding mist, like an ancient, unchanging curtain, enveloped this mysterious body of water.

Deep within the mist, ancient-looking boats could vaguely be seen suspended quietly.

The boats were not physical entities, but rather viewing platforms condensed from various Divine Ability and magical powers.

Figures were indistinctly visible on the boats.

They were all mysterious figures and powerful beings from various parts of the Hongmeng Sea, and even some old monsters concealing their aura, all gathered here.

They were not here to cross the river; their purpose was singular... to watch a show.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on Gu Junan, who appeared exceptionally small and anxious on the shore.

“Tsk, still pacing around there? It’s been half a month, and he hasn’t even figured out which way the Demonic Domain’s door opens?”

On a beautifully decorated multi-story boat.

A Young Master fanning himself chuckled, his voice not loud but clearly audible across the nearby waters, eliciting a wave of low laughter.

“How pitiful. To think he was once a prominent figure in the Nine Heavens Divine Domain, but now he’s scurrying around like a headless fly.”

An old man beside him stroked his beard, his tone carrying a hint of feigned emotion, but his eyes were full of mockery.

“This is what you call fate and destiny. Compared to that person...”

Someone gestured towards the Hongmeng Imperial Palace, not finishing their sentence, but the meaning was self-evident.

The name Wang Qing, here, seemed to carry a certain magic; just mentioning it made the figure on the shore appear even more pathetic.

“I heard, ah, that a great piece of good news has come from the Hongmeng Imperial Palace...”

Someone with well-informed sources began to whisper the marriage announcement that had just shaken the Hongmeng Sea, their voice filled with awe and envy.

This discussion spread through the mist like ripples, naturally drifting to the shore.

Gu Junan stood on the cold shore, beneath his feet strange gravel shimmered with a dark luster.

The aura emanating from the River of the Other Shore made him restless.

And the faint whispers and sneers from the mist behind him were like fine needles, constantly pricking his self-esteem.

He forced himself not to listen, not to think, but those voices were pervasive.

Especially the snippets about Wang Qing’s marriage, which exploded in his mind like thunder.

“Hongmeng Empress... Yao Ji... Leader of the Transmigrator Alliance... They... they are all going to...”

Gu Junan’s chest tightened, and an indescribable bitterness and disbelief surged into his heart.

He clenched his fists tightly, his fingernails almost digging into his flesh.

Why?

This question, like a venomous snake, frantically gnawed at his reason.

Wang Qing, that great Devil Head who, in his eyes, acted domineeringly and had hands stained with blood.

Why him?

Why could he make the most supreme and proud women of the Hongmeng Sea willingly serve one husband?

And how could they even live in harmony?

This completely defied Gu Junan’s understanding of human nature and emotions!

In contrast to himself... He thought of his vast yet chaotic harem, those beauties who vied for affection and even ultimately betrayed him.

Once, he thought having many women was a symbol of success.

But now, compared to Wang Qing.

His so-called “success” had become an enormous joke, a farce that had lasted for ages.

A deep sense of failure, mixed with the humiliation of being mocked by the whole world, almost drowned him.

He had originally only wanted to quickly find the entrance to the Demonic Domain, beg Gui Xu Demon Lord to release the person, and then leave this sorrowful place.

But now, he found that even this first step was so difficult, so pathetic, like a clown on display for others to watch.

“Wang Qing... what is so good about him?”

Gu Junan looked at the swirling mist, his eyes filled with confusion, unwillingness, and a hint of... jealousy that he himself was unwilling to admit.

The mist of the River of the Other Shore not only obscured the entrance to the Demonic Domain, but also seemed to obscure his understanding of the world’s operating rules.

He felt like an outsider, desperately trying to squeeze into a feast, only to find that he couldn’t even understand the style of the ticket.

On the surrounding ancient boats, the spectators’ conversations grew livelier.

They enjoyed watching the changing expressions on Gu Junan’s face, as if appreciating a marvelous play.

And the climax of this play seemed yet to come.

“Gu Junan, stop scurrying around like a headless fly.”

A sneer pierced through the vast mist, as He Chen and Shui Ronghua emerged side by side from the mist, their robes fluttering, their demeanor composed.

They floated in the Void Realm, looking down at the anxious and pathetic figure on the shore.

The mockery in their eyes was undisguised, as if they were watching a trapped beast.

Shui Ronghua slowly added, his tone playful like a cat toying with a mouse: “Why don’t you call this Senior ’Senior’?”

“If this Senior is in a good mood, perhaps I might genuinely show some kindness and point you to a clear path, opening the entrance to the Nine Heavens Demon Domain, which is not impossible.”

He deliberately emphasized the word “Senior.”

Each word was like a barbed whip, lashing at Gu Junan’s already tattered self-esteem.

Gu Junan suddenly looked up, fire almost spewing from his eyes, a hot surge of humiliation rushing to his head.

He had, after all, once been a Divine Lord who dominated a region; when had he ever suffered such disrespect?

His teeth ground together, and he squeezed out a cold voice from his throat: “He Chen, Shui Ronghua!”

“You two are merely two obedient dogs under Wang Qing, mere tools relying on your master’s power. What right do you have to mock me here?”

These words were extremely harsh, almost the most vicious retort Gu Junan could think of.

However, as soon as the words left his mouth, a deeper sense of powerlessness seized him.

Temporary verbal satisfaction was meaningless.

He knew he was outnumbered and outmatched now.

If it really came to a fight, let alone saving someone, he himself would probably be trapped here, becoming an even greater laughingstock.

The thought of asking for help again entwined his heart like a poisonous vine... Perhaps, he could use He Chen and Shui Ronghua’s positions in the Primal Divine Court to order Gui Xu Demon Lord to release the person?

This thought made him feel incredibly disgusted, yet it was also like a drowning person clutching at the only straw.

Intense psychological struggle flickered across his face in an instant.