Xu Chi woke up as he was hit by a strong headache.
He rubbed his forehead in pain, enduring the throbbing in his temples as he squinted and looked around.
The cold alley, the sound of light rain ticking against puddles, all of it poured into his mind.
Beside him was a trash can, reeking horribly. He looked down and felt a chill all over; his clothes were stuck tightly to his body as he sat leaning against the wall.
He glanced to the side again, his pupils contracting. He jerked back in fright, and his hand slapped into another puddle.
In the dead silence of the late night, he let out a scream that was cut off in his throat.
!
What the hell!
A person!
A person whose face he could not make out was lying on the ground, half-hidden behind the trash can.
Then, all at once, a hoarse scream exploded wildly in his head…
『Kill him』
『Kill him』
『Kill him!!』
『I want to kill him!』
The voices piled on top of one another, as if trying to incite and tempt Xu Chi into killing him.
The screams grew more and more intense, and Xu Chi’s head hurt even worse. Finally, he could not take it anymore and shouted:
“Fuck! Damn it! Shut up! You’re the one committing a crime, and you’re yelling this loudly? You think I’m one of your kind? Get lost!”
He had been a model student since childhood, and in college, memorizing the core socialist values by heart.
The voice in his head stopped abruptly.
His headache eased a little too.
He staggered to his feet, still dizzy, and gathered the courage to walk toward the suspected “corpse” across from him.
His heart was practically about to leap out of his chest.
When he got close, he braced himself against the wall and crouched down. Through the broken fragments of moonlight, he finally saw an unbelievably beautiful face.
Tall and slender, with sharp, lean features.
He did not move. He wore loose black clothes, his frame extremely thin. Like Xu Chi, he was soaked through by the rain.
Xu Chi reached out and touched the boy’s shoulder, but the boy still did not move.
He used a little more force, but there was still no response.
Thinking that such a young boy might be leaving the world at such a wonderful age, Xu Chi felt a wave of pain in his heart.
So he raised his hand and slapped him hard.
“Wake up!”
It worked. The slap turned the boy’s head to the side. The next second, his long eyelashes twitched strangely, and he opened his eyes.
In the dark, his eyes were impossible to see clearly, black as the night and dotted with rain droplets, but the instant he looked at Xu Chi, Xu Chi felt a jolt in his heart, and an inexplicable panic surged up inside him.
But only for an instant. Then the boy’s eyes turned dazed, and the next second, he tilted his head and fainted again.
Xu Chi’s hands were strangely cold. He did not know whether it was because of the boy’s expression just now or because he had been soaked by the rain for too long.
Ten minutes later, Xu Chi carried the boy home on his back.
The place where they had collapsed was right downstairs from his home.
It was an old, shabby residential complex. He lived on the ninth floor, and there was no elevator. Just climbing the stairs nearly killed him.
He put the boy on the bed.
He spent five minutes checking him and found only a slight swelling on the back of the boy’s head, with no bleeding and no other wounds.
After wiping him down and changing his clothes, he finally rested.
The apartment was very small, with two bedrooms, one living room, and one bathroom. He collapsed onto the floor beside the bed.
His mind was still a mess.
His memories were all jumbled: one moment he was in a great city of towering buildings and endless traffic, and the next he was in a pitch-black street stained with blood, where people walked with their heads down.
He knew this was his home, but he did not know why it was his home.
A strange force in his head guided him this way. When he reached the familiar yet unfamiliar door, he felt in his pocket, inserted the key into the lock, turned it, and the door actually opened.
The only photo in the room, placed beside the television, was a picture of him. That wave of familiarity crashed over him, confirming that this was indeed his home.
His wet clothes were still clinging to his body. He took a bath towel from the cabinet and went into the bathroom.
Water poured down from the showerhead, and the warm stream instantly washed away the cold. He was washing comfortably when, suddenly, a flash of white light exploded in his head, and countless plot points surged into his mind.
He froze on the spot and cried out in shock!
Fuck!
What the hell was this!
He had transmigrated into a manga!
That urban superpower manga, full of insane people, set in a city of high-IQ crime!
“Fuck!”
Xu Chi wanted to curse at the heavens!
He remembered everything now!
This was not the city and home where he had lived before. He had simply been an ordinary office worker! He had only heard a coworker mention it once at work, and now he had actually transmigrated into it!
Transmigrated into a manga?! Was he crazy?!
Thinking of something, his head stiffly turned toward the bathroom door, as if he could see the boy lying on the bed through it.
You Chumu, a superpower experimental subject, the biggest unhinged villain in Dark Companions.
A complete yandere, worse than the bad guys themselves, indifferent to life, whose only wish was to destroy the world.
He had no humanity. He loved torturing others. He had an innocent, harmless-looking face, and even when he struck, he wore gloves, afraid of getting himself dirty.
This year was the first turning point in You Chumu’s life. He had been cultivated from an in vitro embryo, developed beyond the normal human timeline, and the people who provided the sperm and egg were all high-IQ criminal personalities.
The laboratory raised him on the surface for research, supposedly to study how to tame criminal personalities, but in truth it was to use him for dirty work.
When You Chumu had spent 12 years in humanoid form, they injected him with superpower genes. His body gradually mutated, and he often had no sense of pain, so the laboratory shifted from physical taming to mental taming.
Even one-tenth of the methods they used would make a normal person collapse, yet they poured the full force of them into You Chumu’s body. And somehow, You Chumu actually survived under that kind of pressure.
He only grew more unhinged.
The crazier he became, the more he smiled. His smile was chilling, yet somehow mesmerizing.
In the end, relying on his ever-increasing intelligence, he blew up the laboratory and escaped.
The book said that his IQ later reached 220.
After that, he gathered all kinds of madmen and caused destruction all over the city. Later, his power grew so massive that it reached the international stage, causing a huge impact on international security.
Later, in order to destroy the team led by You Chumu, the International Security Team captain gathered superpowered individuals and talent users from all over the world. Finally, when You Chumu was 28, they forced him into a desperate corner.
After being imprisoned, You Chumu killed himself.
And the one who captured him was the male lead, a superpowered human who had been an experimental subject like You Chumu but had taken a different path in life.
Xu Chi thumped his own head. The only plot involving “Xu Chi” that he found in the book was…
To die tonight,
At the beginning of the manga,
And to die at the hands of You Chumu.
“…”
In other words, he had brought the person who was going to kill him back home!
Oh my god!!
Was he asking for death?!
He did not dare think about anything at all. He did not even feel like continuing his shower.
He quickly turned off the water, wrapped himself in the bath towel, pulled open the bathroom door, and prepared to throw the person on the bed out!
And then…
“Fuck!”
Xu Chi almost screamed himself hoarse.
The person he had imagined lying on the bed was now standing upright right in front of the bathroom door, staring at him with a pair of harmless peach-blossom eyes, staring straight at him.
Xu Chi fell straight to the floor, and in that miserable posture, looked up at him.
The boy studied him openly, his gaze black and indifferent, not at all like a human’s, as if what stood before him was not a person at all, but an object.
But then he curved his lips and showed him a pure, harmless smile:
“Brother, you fell down.”