Free Web NovelChapter 1: 1. The Soon To Be Cucked Villain
At Dragon Peak
A swirling vortex of stark white and obsidian clouds perpetually shrouded the peak of a mountain masking its jagged, irregular terrain where nestled a colossal two-storied residence cloaked with crimson red and its rectangular silhouette was only broken by the two narrow architectural spires that aggressively pierced the sky like upended swords.
In the depths of a crimson estate, I snapped my eyes open.
A pair of sapphire-blue eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, confusion etched into every line of my face.Strands of ink-black hair, impossibly long and silky, cascaded past my shoulders and pooled down to my waist.
’How am I still alive’, I thought to myself, my trembling fingers tracing the contours of my face. The skin beneath my touch felt unnaturally flawless and smooth.
The vivid memory of my final moments flashed before my eyes. The blinding glares of headlights, the screeching brakes of a heavy truck and the absolute stupidity of trying to rush across a street while the pedestrian light was still a mocking red.
After that violent impact of body being crushed, I was roaming through eternity with nothing but my echoing thoughts for unknown period of time before a sudden flash of white blinding light dazzled my eyes and the next thing, I woke up in this unfamiliar body with a light migraine.
’That motherfucker driver, did I just get isekai’d into a webnovel or something just because someone hit me hard enough with a truck but I didn’t even get to save any fucking children or old lady to earn that privilege.’
Pushing down the rising panic, I surveyed my surroundings. I was lying in an absurdly massive, low-profile bed carved from dark spiritual wood, spacious enough to comfortably host a small harem. Ornate, traditional Chinese robes hung from a grand wardrobe on one side of the room, while a towering, full-length bronze mirror occupied the right wall.
I swung my legs out of the bed and immediately choked on the metallic stink of spiritual wine. Dozens of empty, intricately designed ceramic bottles scattered all around the room making it a mess.
’Was the previous owner of this body some kind of heavy-drinking degenerate recluse? What is it with this goddamn mess?’ I grumbled internally, my bare feet making contact with the freezing, polished wooden floorboards.
Stepping carefully to avoid crushing the porcelain bottles beneath my weight, my legs wobbled slightly as I forced myself to stand before the grand mirror.
When my gaze locked onto the reflection, my breath hitched.
Staring back at me was an imposing, unyielding figure standing at a towering 6 feet 2 inches. My long, ink-black hair cascaded in wild, untamed waves around a face that was terrifyingly beautiful. Beneath two sword-like eyebrows, my sapphire-blue eyes didn’t just shimmer, they possessed the terrifying, cold depths of an ancient abyss.
I had high, sculpted cheekbones that gave me an aristocratic, lethal edge. Below them, a razor-sharp jawline looked as if it had been chiseled from pristine stone by a sculptor who despised even the slightest hint of imperfection. Broad, muscular shoulders and lean, coiled muscles peeked through the loose folds of a rich, violet-colored silk robe, heavily embroidered with matching dragons winding down both sleeves.
’Fuck, this is the new me! Even with my disheveled looks, I can still beat every human being on my planet with my appearance alone. Is this the standard of this world that i’m being transmigrated into!?
But... this face. Hmm, it looks dangerously familiar. Why the hell can’t I remember anything about who this guy is? Isn’t it a golden rule of transmigration to get a soul-splitting headache that dumps the previous owner’s memories into your brain?’
As different types of thoughts of cliche-plots of transmigration was going through my head, a cold mechanical sound resonated directly in my skull.
[SYSTEM INITIALIZING...10,9,8....2,1]
[The FAMILIAL LOVE SYSTEM is now available at the owner’s disposal]
Before I could process the text floating in my vision, a deeply enchanting voice dripping with maturity, silk, and a heavy undertone of pure seduction whispered directly into my ears.
"Ara ara... you look like you’ve been through quite a lot, my lord. Do you want me to explain what our little system is about?"
’I wish I could convince myself that I’ve finally gone insane, I thought, a cold sweat breaking out on my neck. But according to every cliché novel I’ve ever read, a system is the ultimate survival cheat code in a new world. Still... why the fuck is my system talking like a predatory succubus who is actively waiting to milk me dry?’
"Now, don’t be so quick to judge me, dear. It’s physically impossible for me to do that to you... at least, not yet," the voice purred inside my mind, laughing softly.
"What do you mean ’not yet’?! And how the hell are you reading my internal thoughts?!" I panicked.
"Pfft... for such a terrifyingly handsome man, your expressions betray your thoughts so easily, dear. Your eyes say it all," the voice purred.
"Okay, okay, let’s talk business," I spoke aloud, desperately trying to mask my embarrassment with a stern expression.
"What exactly is this ’Familial Love System’? How does it function? AND why haven’t I inherited the memories of this spectacular body?"
"Oh dear, I completely forgot to return what belongs to you, didn’t I? Let me work my magic and weave your souls back together. Here you go~ Remember to brace yourself, as a tiny bit of dizziness might follow."
"Wait a minute! I said I wanted the memories, but you could have given me a second duly to prep—"
Before I could finish the sentence, a devastating torrent of fragmented, raw memories slammed into my consciousness, making my brain spin like a high-speed roller coaster.
"Ugh—!" I choked, dropping to one knee as a white-hot spike of agony drove itself through my temples.
"Now, now, don’t be so stiff, it’ll pass soon, hehe," the system giggled, her voice carrying a trace of sadistic delight. "Aww... I can’t wait to see you cry in pain more often."
Memories kept flooding through my head. I saw a ten-year-old, black-haired boy named Lu Jianxiao possessing an extreme, heaven-defying talent, sweeping through everything to become a legendary cultivation monster in the upper realm known as the Divine Realm.
His biological mother and three step-mothers showered him with boundless affection, along with his doting elder sisters.
But one day, when he turned twenty, his mothers decided to send him down into the lower realm also known as the Mortal Realm, alongside one of his big sisters to teach him further about the harsh rules and fundamental laws of the world.
It had been a hundred years since he first descended. Though he was supposed to be left entirely alone to gain experience on his own merit, his mothers and sisters ultimately couldn’t bear to leave him unprotected. Through their immense connections across realms, they managed to place him as the Sect Master’s sole personal disciple at one of the absolute largest sects in the mortal continents.
And now I am a Grand Elder of that very sect, and the youngest one in history at that. I also have five breathtakingly beautiful wives and seven daughters one of whom is adopted.
Then suddenly came the catalyst of the tragedy. Just a year ago, devastating news arrived from the upper realm that my birth mother had been brutally killed by powerful cultivators inside an ancient ruin.
From that day onward, I had completely locked myself away on this isolated peak, drowning my sorrows in oceans of liquor. I refused to see my beautiful wives and daughters, causing our relationships to grow strained and distant.
’What the hell...’ I gasped, clutching my throbbing head as the pieces fell into place. ’Isn’t this the exact backstory of the character Lu Jianxiao from "The Ultimate Cuck," that trash web novel I read on a novelsite right before dying?!’
It felt as if some twisted cosmic entity had taken my entire existence, mapped it out onto paper, and published it as a cheap piece of fiction for online readers to mock.
The terrifying truth crystallized. I wasn’t an imposter who stole a dead man’s life. I was him.
Years ago, driven by an innate, paranoid obsession with ultimate survival, the original Lu Jianxiao had executed a highly taboo, forbidden soul-splitting ritual with the help of a forbidden item.
He had sliced away a tiny, dormant wisp of his own consciousness and cast it across the dimensional void to embed itself within a newborn infant on Earth. If his primary body ever perished, the anchor would snap, violently dragging that distant wisp back across the cosmos to reanimate his flesh.
My entire life on Earth had just been a fragmented shadow of my true self, living out a temporary existence until the anchor forced me back.
But something was profoundly wrong. I am a powerhouse cultivator. Simple spiritual wine, no matter how much I consume, is physically incapable of killing me or causing a fatal Qi deviation. As the chilling realization washed over me, I caught the faintest, unnatural bitter undertone lingering on my tongue.
Someone actually poisoned the wine.Someone actively wanted me dead.
And worse, in the narrative of that wretched novel, I wasn’t even a true villain. Yet I was destined to be utterly humiliated and usurped by a lineup of brainless, arrogant, useless "weak heroes."
I had binged through almost 150 Chapters of that trash story before dropping it out of sheer disgust not because the protagonist shared my name, but because those so-called heroes were literally trying to sexually assault the female characters by calling it pure love.
They want to touch MY wives and daughters? They are going to try and rape THEM?!
An unnatural, primordial fury ignited in the deepest recesses of my soul. My modern Earth morals fused seamlessly with my original, toxically possessive paternal instincts.
Thick, furious veins bulged aggressively along my temples. My fists clenched so tightly that my knuckles turned bone-white, my breathing turning heavy as a pure, all-consuming rage caused my entire frame to shake violently.
"Oh dear, don’t be so angry," the flirtatious voice whispered directly into my mind, completely unbothered by the sudden spike in atmospheric pressure. "I am here to prevent that wretched future for you. And it’s no coincidence for you to be here in this body."
"What do you mean by that?!" I demanded internally, trying to steady my racing heart. "Even my earth life was just a fragment, how can two entire different lifetimes fuse together so flawlessly? It feels like I never even left this body."
"You’ll understand it later when you need to understand it, my lord," she purred, a soft, teasing giggle echoing inside my skull. "Uhh... I can’t wait to taste you with my mouth, hiihihiiii~"
"Uhh... maybe you’re thinking a little too loud", a cold sweat breaking out on my neck as I forced myself to focus.
"Anyway, what is the actual function of this so-called Familial Love System? How can it help me get strong enough to slaughter whoever poisoned me and those incoming ’heroes’?"
"It mainly works through the metaphysical power of love," the voice explained smoothly, its tone shifting back to an informative but sultry cadence.
"Love can be found in many beautiful forms, after all. There is the fiercely protective affection of a father, the deep, unbroken devotion between spouses, and the sacred loyalty shared between a master and disciple... but it also includes absolute lust. You’ll earn specific points called Love Points by engaging sexually with someone. However, the system grants a massive, multiplied benefit if the act is performed with a family member related to you by blood or deep emotional bond."
"Are you insane?!" My modern Earth upbringing flared up in a brief moment of absolute shock. "You mean I have to engage in sexual activities with my own daughters?!"
"Oh, don’t act so righteously holier-than-thou now, Jianxiao," the voice countered, dropping to a low, mocking hiss that sent a shiver down my spine.
"By gaining your true memories, you already feel that toxic, hyper-protective obsession," the voice purred, cutting straight through my defenses. "You couldn’t stand the thought of any other man near them. You pushed your family away except your youngest one hoping that dark craving would fade. But it only grew. Don’t you feel that exact same hunger consuming you right now?"
I froze, my breath hitching. She wasn’t wrong. Earth morals were actively losing ground against my raw cultivation instincts. The mere thought of another man laying a hand on them didn’t just infuriate me, it made me want to tear the cosmos apart.
"And besides," the voice added enticingly, "while rare in this lower realm, it is standard practice among primordial clans to keep their divine bloodlines absolutely pureand for you it is the direct path to absolute power."
"Who are you, anyway? What’s your name?" I demanded as it felt weird to call it system.
A brief silence hung in my mind. "My name...? I don’t remember, my lord," she whispered, a trace of genuine confusion softening her seductive tone. "My origins are sealed."
The vulnerability in her voice struck a chord deep within my own fractured soul. We were both lost, clinging to shattered remnants of who we used to be.
"Then let me give you one," I thought softly, a profound weight settling over the bond connecting our minds. "Until you find your past... I’ll call you Lucy."
"Lucy..." she breathed, the name echoing like a sacred vow through my consciousness before her playful giggle returned. "I love it, my lord."
Before I could question her sealed past, a measured tap on the wooden door shattered the moment.
Knock. Knock. Knock!
