My Entire Family Are Villains

My Entire Family Are Villains

"Doctor, hurry and take a look. My wife vomits every day, and especially whenever she sees me, she throws up even worse. What's going on?"

"Third Master Chen, your wife is with child!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"Heh heh heh heh! I, Chen Tianliang, finally have an heir!"

Conversations drifted in and out by his ears.

Half-asleep, Chen Zhi tried to push aside the blanket and see which utterly heartless bastard was still going "heh heh heh" in the middle of the night instead of sleeping.

He pushed, but it would not move.

It felt soft and squishy.

Chen Zhi frowned and, refusing to believe it, fiercely kicked out.

"Good heavens, this little bastard kicked me!"

A woman's pained cry immediately sounded by Chen Zhi's ear.

Then, the earlier heh-heh-heh voice rang out again.

"Heh heh heh! Worthy of being my, Chen Tianliang's, child—he already knows how to kick people while still in the womb? Come on, everyone out. Don't disturb my child's rest."

As rustling footsteps faded away, followed by a creaking door shutting,

the world around Chen Zhi's ears fell silent.

"Child? In the womb?"

Chen Zhi's entire body jolted. His mouth slowly fell open as a terrifying guess gradually rose in his mind.

Hiss! No way, did I transmigrate into a womb? Or reincarnate into one?

The next instant, Chen Zhi had his answer.

A pair of gentle hands lightly stroked his "house," and a soft voice sounded. "Little one, all Mother hopes is that you'll be healthy and safe after you're born. As for whether you have talent for cultivation, or whether you can revive our long-lived aristocratic family, none of that matters."

Chen Zhi swiftly caught the key words in that sentence.

Cultivation talent!

Long-lived aristocratic family!

Well, there was no doubt about it—he had transmigrated! And this was a fantasy world where people could cultivate?

Chen Zhi's heart immediately lit up. In his previous life, as a reader who had devoured web novels, who did not dream of cultivating immortality and seeking eternal life? Not to mention, just listen to that—long-lived aristocratic family!

You could tell at once that his birth was anything but ordinary, all right?

Yet before Chen Zhi could fully break into a smile,

he seemed to recall something. His closed mouth slowly opened again, and a chill crawled over his scalp.

Wait!

The Chen Family, a long-lived aristocratic family?

That heh-heh-heh Third Master Chen, Chen Tianliang? Damn it! Wasn't this the villain family from the game "Great Cultivation"? Chen Zhi had played this cultivation game no fewer than ten times in his previous life. He knew its characters and plot like the back of his hand.

Among them, Chen Tianliang's son, Chen Zhixing, was a key villain NPC in the early game!

He remembered this character clearly.

It was this very character who, early on, offended the game's protagonist over romantic rivalry. After the protagonist killed him, he murdered and looted his treasures, getting fat in one wave.

This was the beginning of "Great Cultivation's" main storyline.

As for the later plot, it was cliché beyond measure. The Chen Family kept hunting down the protagonist, delivering heads and warmth straight to him.

It perfectly fit that lyric—no guns, no cannons; the enemy built them for us.

The final melodramatic plot was that the protagonist steadily developed and grew stronger, collecting a harem along the way, before launching a desperate counterattack and wiping out the Chen Family's crystal in one push.

"In the game, Chen Tianliang only had one son. That means..."

"The miserable cannon fodder used to kick off the plot is me?"

Chen Zhi's head buzzed.

When he played the game before, he had identified with the protagonist, and it felt like, damn, this was great.

But now that his identity had changed into that miserable villain cannon fodder, all he could say was: this feeling... family, who understands?

"What do I do?"

Chen Zhi began racking his brains for a way to break the deadlock.

When the plot reached the point where he offended the protagonist, should he just admit defeat and not provoke him?

Chen Zhi quickly shook his head.

Impossible.

"Great Cultivation" had a total of nine main storylines, and their endings were completely different.

Yet the beginning of every storyline was utterly identical: the protagonist killed Chen Zhixing to begin the plot! There were even main-story endings where the Chen Family later buried the hatchet with the protagonist, but not a single one where Chen Zhixing survived.

To put it simply,

as an experience pack,

the Chen Family could live, but he, Chen Zhixing, absolutely had to die!

"This is absurd knocking on absurdity's door—absurdity's home."

Chen Zhi stretched out his tiny hand, swatted away the umbilical cord swaying before him, and pinched the bridge of his nose in pain.

"Then I'll cultivate and grow stronger. By the time I meet the protagonist, my cultivation will already far surpass his, and I'll pin him down and kill him quickly?"

Chen Zhi began planning Plan B.

He had barely thought it halfway through before he dejectedly shook his head again.

In the game, Chen Zhixing was a cultivation bug—his comprehension for cultivation was absurdly weak.

Whenever it came to cultivation, he had seven openings clear and six blocked: utterly clueless.

On the other hand, when it came to seeking pleasure, whoring, and carnal affairs, he was practically a grandmaster.

He mastered all eighteen positions without a teacher, playing them to Reaching Perfection and Reaching the Pinnacle!

Countless players in his previous life had even joked: "Had heaven not birthed Chen Zhixing, the fucking Dao would have been like an endless night for all eternity!"

"Transmigrating would have been one thing, but why did it have to be into someone like this?" Chen Zhi let his hand fall weakly.

This guy's character setting could be summed up in one word—

Absolute!

Just as Chen Zhi was feeling deeply depressed, he suddenly felt his little house tighten.

Then he heard his mother murmuring.

"Yu Steps and Dipper, the eye-commanding art, is the great essential of the Dao, the primal order of all methods."

"Embrace the origin and return to one, comprehend your true heart."

"Draw in the true qi of heaven and earth, transform it into chaos."

"This is the Chen Family's longevity cultivation art, the Chaos Origin True Scripture?"

Chen Zhi's brow lifted slightly.

The "Chaos Origin True Scripture" was one of the few longevity cultivation arts in the entire game. Once cultivated, it could produce a strand of Chaos Origin True Strength, granting extraordinary combat power among those of the same realm.

The game's protagonist had cultivated the "Chaos Origin True Scripture," becoming invincible within the same realm from then on, even able to fight those above his realm!

Of course,

the miserable experience pack Chen Zhixing absolutely lacked the comprehension to learn this art.

"If he can't have it, then naturally I can't either."

Chen Zhi shook his head somewhat disheartened and stopped struggling.

Forget it, I'll just lie flat!

Rather than lose at the finish line, it was better to give up right at the starting line. At least he would save himself a run.

Ding! Randomly selecting a max-level talent for you!

Ding! You have drawn max-level Heaven-Defying Comprehension!

A cold notification suddenly rang out.

Chen Zhi's heart violently shook.

Before he could even react emotionally,

You listened to the complete "Chaos Origin True Scripture." Under Heaven-Defying Comprehension, you drew inferences from one instance and grasped the rest, obtaining the higher-grade cultivation art "Innate Chaos Great Dao Scripture."

"Innate Chaos Great Dao Scripture": Cultivating it during the fetal stage can improve one's bone structure and aptitude, make up for congenital deficiencies, grant the Innate Chaos Dao Body, and allow the use of Primal Chaos Power!

"Innate Chaos Dao Body?" Chen Zhi froze slightly, then slowly began to smile in his heart.

What was this called? This was called the law of fortunes turning the moment you started lying flat, wasn't it?