Villain Saving System (BL)

It turned out Lu Yizhou was half right. This time, the character he would be taking over was Regius, the God of Darkness. Or at least, he used to be a God. Unfortunately, right now, he was already forgotten; treated as myths and legends and only told in storybooks during children’s naptime.

Back in the Gods’ glorious era, Regius used to be the most powerful of all with millions of faithful prayers all throughout the world. At first, people started praying to him for a safe journey and protection at night. His name was muttered with reverent breath and his unparalleled beauty was worshipped by many. As time went on, more and more people prayed to him not only for transportation, but any other mundane things. To pray for one’s health, to bless a newborn baby, to beg the cure for a grave illness. He was so formidable that he almost overpowered the God of Life himself.

But ever since humans started to invent their own technology; fire torch to illuminate the dark, carriage to keep them away from the nocturnal beasts, soldiers and guards to protect their houses, they started to forget the God they were worshipping. Millennium passed and one by one, the lesser Gods started to go into slumber, having lost most of their followers and spiritual energy but Regius remained alert and powerful. Despite his name being forgotten in this generation, Regius was still able to sustain his consciousness enough to oversee the country under his protection.

But that wouldn’t last long. Regius had watched over the rise of civilization for a very long time and had almost reached the end of his candle.

Enter the villain, Duke Jillian Lacrosa, an aristocratic nobleman as well as a renowned General who was one of the King’s most beloved vessels. At the young age of 28, he had fought against the barbarians and won spectacularly. He was a dashing man, haughty and aloof, earning him a distinguished reputation not only for his sword skill but his otherworldly appearance as well. With long curls of jet black hair that reached his waist, a pair of sharp golden eyes and features that had been carved to perfection, he was akin to the God of War himself. The soldiers worshipped him and his admirable feat was spoken like a legend. Without General Jillian, their country would have been invaded by those barbarians long, long ago!

With such a reputation came one sore weakness for Jillian. He was too independent! He was used to doing everything by himself, having been an orphan as early as a tender six years old. Forced to mature too early, Jillian grew up to be a withdrawn person who clearly had no idea how to ask for help. So far, everything had gone smoothly in his life. Despite inheriting his late parents’ grandeur manor and aristocratic title, he didn’t become those arrogant young masters who only knew how to enjoy the previous generation’s wealth. Instead, he earned his current reputation by nothing but hardwork and perseverance. Alas, it took only one night expedition for everything to tumble down.

There were rumors that a mythical beast had been spotted deep inside the forest and the King gave him an order to confirm the rumors as soon as possible. Nobody had seen mythical beasts for centuries, or at least they could only see them in storybooks, treated only as fairy tales and legends. Hence the King’s urgent need to inquire about the truth of this matter.

Stubbornly, Jillian refused the help of his subordinates and insisted on investigating the matter alone. To no one’s surprise, he paid the price for his useless pride and reaped what he sowed.

It wasn’t any mythical beast, but a pack of wolves that were ready to settle for winter with their males ferociously gathering food and protective toward their pregnant females. No matter how strong Jillian was, he was still helpless in the face of hundreds of these wild animals. Jillian had intruded their territory and provoked their fighting instinct. They tore into him fiercely, leaving him to bleed to his death. Jillian cursed his stupidity when he slowly lost the feelings in his limbs. He was sure that he would definitely die that day, alone and shivering, with no one to call for help deep in the uncharted forest.