Consciousness awoke from a state of chaos.
That feeling was very strange, much like suddenly surfacing from deep water, or startling awake from a lengthy dream.
His final memories lingered on that ordinary night on Earth, staying up until three in the morning.
The instant noodles had long since gone cold, the game interface on the screen was still bright, and the character he controlled was standing in the third plane of the currency war, preparing to challenge the final Boss.
Then…
then what was it again?
It seemed like a bout of intense dizziness, a stinging pain coming from his chest, and then endless darkness.
Now he was awake, but the manner of his awakening completely defied expectations.
Asat Pramad opened his eyes—if he even had eyes…
He found himself floating in a region of absolute nothingness.
There was no up, down, left, or right, no gravity, no air, and the temperature was close to absolute zero.
The sparse starlight in the distance was cold and distant, as if mocking his existence.
Subconsciously, he wanted to breathe, but discovered this action was completely meaningless; his body seemed not to need oxygen at all.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
He looked down at his own hands, and then froze.
That was a pair of slender hands wearing dark red gloves, the five fingers distinct, the knuckles clear, and beneath the skin, faint purple patterns could be seen slowly flowing, like some kind of living energy.
These were not his hands.
His original hands had thick knuckles due to years of typing, and there was a burn scar on his wrist, whereas the hands before him were as perfect as sculpted art.
“What is going on?”
He wanted to speak, but sound could not travel in a vacuum.
Strangely, he did “hear” his own voice echoing in his mind.
Immediately afterward, more information flooded into his consciousness like a tide—the memories, identity, and abilities of this body, as well as a breathtakingly vast worldview of the Universe.
Lord of Annihilation.
Emanator of Destruction.
One of the supreme commanders of the Antimatter Legion.
These terms seemed to be forcibly shoved into his brain, each carrying a heavy weight.
He spent a few seconds digesting this information, and then came to an absurd yet uniquely rational conclusion.
“Did I…
cross over?”
And the target of his transmigration was not some random nobody, but the terrifying Lord of Annihilation in the Honkai: Star Rail World, Asat Pramad.
The Emanator of the Aeon of Destruction Nanook, one of the seven commanders of the Antimatter Legion, a terrifying existence walking among the starry seas with the mission of destruction.
“Fine.” Asat Pramad tried to calm himself down, “Crossing over is crossing over, at least I didn’t cross over as some roadside beggar or cannon fodder about to have his family wiped out.
Lord of Annihilation, at least it’s quite majestic.”
Subconsciously, he raised his hand, wanting to touch his head to confirm the specific condition of this body.
His fingers moved upward, passing over his neck—
And then touched nothing.
Asat Pramad’s movement froze.
His fingers groped repeatedly above his neck, the tactile sensation telling him there was indeed something there, but it was definitely not a head.
The sensation coming from his palm was rough and warm, like a living thing trembling slightly.
He felt it carefully, discovering that perched atop his neck was a giant hand.
A purple, five-fingered hand, palm facing upward, holding something aloft.
“Where is my head?”
He could perceive what that palm was holding aloft: a polyhedron, sharp-angled, with a smooth surface, which would slowly rotate under the drive of his will, with different symbols seemingly engraved on each face.
The position that was originally the skull was replaced by a multi-sided die as big as a head, and the neck was a purple palm, gently supporting that multi-sided die.
He was silent for a moment, then let out a wry smile that no one could hear in the vacuum.
“Now this is great.
Not only did I transmigrate, but I even lost my head.
In the future, when greeting people, I won’t even know which face to use.”
At the very moment this thought landed, a translucent light curtain emerged in his consciousness without warning.
[Villain Practice System Activated]
A concise line of text appeared on the light curtain, followed immediately by more information appearing line by line.
[Host Detected: Asat Pramad (Lord of Annihilation / Emanator of Destruction)]
[Identity Confirmed: One of the Seven Commanders of the Antimatter Legion, Emanator under the Aeon of Destruction Nanook]
[Path: Destruction]
[Current Path Energy Level: Emanator Level]
[System Binding…
Binding Complete]
[Welcome to the Villain Practice System]
Asat Pramad stared at those words.
Transmigrating into Lord of Annihilation was one thing, but it even came with a system?
Wasn’t this configuration a bit too overpowered?
It made him suspect whether he was in some shoddy web novel.
But before he could think carefully, the text on the system light curtain continued to refresh.
[This system aims to guide the Host to become a qualified villain.
Please firmly forge ahead on the path of Destruction, practice the deeds of a villain, and achieve the renown of a villain.]
[Core Function Description: All villainous behaviors of the Host will gain Villain Points.
Villain Points can be used to redeem various items in the system store, including but not limited to Path abilities, Curio equipment, legion forces, technology blueprints, etc.]
[Special Notice: The judgment criteria for villainous behavior include but are not limited to—creating chaos, provoking wars, manipulating human hearts, subverting order, spreading fear, devouring civilizations, etc.
Specific points will be comprehensively evaluated based on the scope of impact, depth, and consequences of the behavior.]
[Current Villain Points: 0]
Asat Pramad quietly finished reading all the information, then fell silent for a few seconds.
“The Villain Practice System.” He chewed on the name in his heart, “Put bluntly, it’s just telling me to go do bad things.
The more and worse things I do, the better things I can exchange for.”
He tried to open the system store with his mind, and the contents on the light curtain switched accordingly.
Rows of clearly categorized exchange items were displayed before him, with densely packed sub-items under each category.
In the Path abilities category, he glanced over and saw some familiar names, each marked with a jaw-dropping point price.
Among them, even the cheapest ability required fifty thousand Villain Points, while the most expensive ones had a long string of zeros following the point number, and Asat Pramad couldn’t even be bothered to count them.
In the Curio equipment category, the items here were even more eclectic, having everything one could imagine.
In the strategic resources category: standard equipment of the Antimatter Legion, Void Rangers manufacturing technology, Doom Beast incubation pods, Star Destroyer blueprints, energy cores of annihilation-class main cannons…
He even saw that he could directly exchange for organized legion forces.
Asat Pramad calculated silently in his heart, “How many points can I get if I destroy a Planet?
The system didn’t give a specific calculation formula, but judging by these prices, I’m afraid it’s not a small number.”
He exited the system store and returned to the main interface.
The system light curtain floated quietly in his perception, like a reminder that would never extinguish—go do what a villain ought to do.