Raising a Villain Went Wrong (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 2
“Huh?”
Me dying? What kind of bad luck nonsense is this now? I frowned and looked at him, and he kept right on spouting that unlucky talk.
“If you die, it’s not my fault. Blame your own meddlesome self.”
“What are you even talking about?”
Between what he said earlier and this—it’s like he’s got ghosts as his whole concept.
‘Well, maybe when you’re little, you believe in things that don’t exist.’
Thinking that again, the child suddenly seemed nothing but adorable. I ruffled the kid’s black hair.
“I’m off to work. You should stop playing and go inside too.”
“……!!”
The child startled again, trembling all over. I gave a quiet chuckle, turned around, and stepped outside the wall.
As I trudged toward the stream, groaning under the weight of the basin, a thought suddenly struck me.
‘Huh, now that I think about it, mosquitoes haven’t bitten him at all. Not even a single drop of sweat.’
And this despite being wrapped head to toe in silvery-blue cloth like a cloak on such a hot day.
I shrugged.
‘What a strange kid.’
Things stayed the same after that. I was busy working every day, and my only snacks were the cornelian cherries or plums growing on trees.
‘Ugh, I want candy.’
I’m not even a monk—yet here I am stuck with nothing but vegetarian food, never tasting anything sweet or salty.
‘At this rate, I’ll be forced into good health.’
Give me some junk food!
While lost in such thoughts, I was plucking plums from the tree again when that child appeared.
“You’re still alive and haven’t died yet.”
What kind of harsh thing is that to say? I blinked in disbelief.
“Did you want me to die?”
“Not particularly.”
“Then why say it in such a nasty way?”
Saying it like that makes it sound like I absolutely must die.
At my retort, the child blinked innocently, looking flustered himself, and asked earnestly,
“I didn’t mean to upset you. Everyone who’s met me has died. That’s why I’m locked up here.”
“Huh? Does anyone like that even exist?”
“But it’s true……”
If it’s true, that makes it even worse!
‘Who’s the one sticking such a weird backstory onto a little kid like this?’
This is my novel—I never wrote anything like this.
‘Is it different from the original?’
It’s far too weighty a backstory to belong to just a passing side character.
The child’s black eyes, with their barely visible pupils, seemed unnervingly eerie, given how casually he spoke of life and death.
The child, who had been tilting his head in confusion, puffed out his cheeks and scolded me instead.
“And besides, you held my hand too!”
“You can’t seriously mean I deserve to die just for holding your hand once?”
“But everyone else did. I’m cursed.”
It’s not like I’m Germ Man—how could anyone die just from holding hands?
Just as I was about to argue back, a line flashed through my mind.
This power is practically a curse.
‘Oh ho?’
It was the exact scene from “Hwa Mu Ship Il Hong” where the protagonist Dan Mok Chang spoke of his own power with a bitter smile.
So, does that mean the black-haired child before me is Dan Mok Chang himself?
‘You’re the male lead I’ve been longing to see?!’
Now that I looked closer, his features really were extraordinary. I asked cautiously,
“…Could you be the young master?”
At my question, the boy’s eyes widened in surprise as he shot back,
“Huh? You know me?”
“Gasp!”
It really was him!
‘The male lead! His childhood self!’
I’d tried so hard to catch a glimpse before, but servants like me weren’t allowed near the main hall—yet here we are meeting like this!
‘Now that I think about it, how did I not recognize him sooner? A face this adorably soft like glutinous rice cake isn’t exactly common.’
The very face I’d wanted so badly to see was right before my eyes!
I couldn’t help but gape in delight. The child frowned and stared at me.
“Why are you grinning like that all of a sudden?”
“It’s my first time meeting the young master I’ve only heard about in rumors.”
“You know me?”
At my words, the child’s eyes rounded further. After a slight pause, he hesitantly asked,
“…But you’re still okay with that?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“I told you—I’m cursed. Everyone around me ends up dying.”
“I already told you I don’t believe in that stuff. Didn’t I say curses only work on those who believe in them?”
Whoever whispered “cursed” into this tiny child’s ear—I wanted to punch them right in the solar plexus.
I smiled brightly and held out my hand to him.
“Nice to meet you, young master. My name is Yi Yeon.”
“Yi Yeon.”
“You can just call me Yeon.”
“Yeon.”
The child hesitated, then carefully placed his hand into mine. I squeezed it firmly and shook it with a smile.
“I’m really glad we got to meet like this.”
A faint blush, like delicate flower petals, bloomed across the child’s pale cheeks.
The Dan Mok Clan of Zhejiang Province.
Hangzhou, a city so prosperous it’s said, “Paradise above, Hangzhou below,” serves as its foundation.
Yet the Dan Mok Clan had one regret.
They never became the protagonists during the martial world’s major events.
Thus, the clan elders eventually came to this conclusion:
“This must be because our family’s secret art, Dan Mok Chang Technique, is too weak.”
“It’s high time we produced a master with formidable inner strength.”
“Merely feeding him spirit pills won’t suffice. We must capture a divine beast and seal it within the heir’s body.”
And so, they engraved mystical runes onto an infant’s back, sealing the divine beast Baek Ho within his body to create an unrivaled master.
That child is Dan Mok Chang.
‘But I never expected to meet him while he’s still so young.’
I stared at the child before me with wonder.
He was munching on tanggwa I’d secretly snatched from the kitchen. Perhaps because of the sweetness, his dark eyes sparkled like stars.
When our eyes met, he put on a haughty expression and grumbled,
“What is this place that you keep coming and going so often? You’re really strange.”
“Hehehe, it’s because the young master’s face brings good fortune.”
“What nonsense is that?”
It doesn’t matter if you don’t understand. Just seeing your face makes me endlessly happy.
‘The only reason I reincarnated into this world was to see your face—so I’d better look at it as much as I can.’
Resting my chin in my hand, I watched his plump, squirrel-like cheeks stuffed with acorns—when beyond my gaze, the desolate, silent scenery inside the wall caught my eye. I tilted my head.
“Do you live here all alone?”
“Yeah.”
Just as I’d suspected.
I furrowed my brow. The body I’d possessed was nine years old, and this child looked even younger.
‘How can a child his age live alone?’
My heart ached just watching him. I scooted closer to the munching child and asked gently,
“Don’t you miss your mother? It must feel awfully lonely being by yourself.”
I’d phrased it carefully—but the reply was horrifying.
“I don’t have a mother.”
“What?”
The child blinked his dark eyes like a calf and answered,
“They said I’m a fleeting, meaningless existence—no parents, no siblings.”
“That can’t be.”
Hearing such cruel words spoken so calmly made my own heart feel tightly constricted.
At my denial, the child stuck out his lower lip. His round eyes fixed sharply on me.
“I’m telling the truth. Why do you keep saying that?”
“That’s not true at all. Young master, why do you keep believing such awful things?”
I gripped the child’s hand tightly.
A curse? There’s no way it’s a real curse.
Because thanks to Dan Mok Chang’s power, peace will come to the martial world.
So this must just be a brief trial.
I spoke with all my sincerity.
“You’ll become the strongest man in this martial world, young master—a righteous and respected hero. Right now, you’re simply going through the cliché of all clichés: the hero’s forgettable childhood hardship.”
“……More incomprehensible nonsense.”
The child scowled and pulled his hand from my grasp. Then he gave a small smile.
“You always spout nonsense, but… I’m glad you came. I never knew the world held so many different flavors.”
“Huh?”
What’s that supposed to mean? As I blinked in confusion, the child gave an awkward smile.
“I’ve only ever eaten plain rice porridge. I was shocked to discover sweetness like this exists.”
“Young master……”
Only plain rice porridge? Never tasted anything else?
‘I don’t recall writing such a heartbreaking detail.’
The only line I’d written in my novel about Dan Mok Chang’s power was this:
When he was young, all the elders of the Dan Mok Clan joined forces to engrave runes onto his back.
‘There was never any mention of him being raised in isolation, told he had no parents.’
They succeeded in sealing the divine beast Baek Ho within him, which is why Dan Mok Chang’s eyes have been blue since childhood.
It was just a single line I’d added because I thought it’d be cool for the protagonist to be special.
‘Could this somehow be my fault?’
Just as I began feeling a pang of guilt,
the child sitting across from me stood up abruptly. He turned sharply and said coldly,
“Don’t come here anymore, starting today.”
“Huh? Why?”
“The servant who brings my meals said earlier today would be the last.”
The last?
What on earth does “the last” mean?
‘Is there some crisis in Dan Mok Chang’s childhood I never wrote about?’
Since this was a past event I hadn’t narrated, I had no idea what was happening.
The child looked down at my stunned expression and spoke in a firm voice,
“So don’t come anymore. Unless you want to suffer a terrible fate yourself.”
Then he went inside and slammed the door shut.
It was a clear dismissal.
“Ugh, why did he have to say that?”
Kicked out from the young master’s quarters, I pouted and wandered around the wall.
‘This really feels ominous.’
A child that young living alone—and talking about “the last day” too.
‘This place gives me the creeps.’
Thinking this, I kicked a stone rolling near my feet and headed back to my room.
An older maid, already there changing her clothes, asked,
“Where on earth have you been wandering off to?”
“Huh? Ahahaha.”
Since it was true I’d been loafing around instead of working, I let out an awkward laugh. She gave me a light glare, then combed her hair as she said,
“The steward strictly warned us not to step outside today under any circumstances. So you’d better stay quietly in your room like a dead mouse.”
Earlier, he’d also said today was the last…
“What’s so special about today?”
“Do you really think someone like us would be told?”
She had a point.
At her hollow reply, I just shrugged.
She combed through her tangled hair a few times and muttered,
“It seems the young master is up to something today…”
Those words stuck in my ears. I sat beside her and murmured,
“Young Master Dan Mok Chang seems remarkably mature.”
“What?”
At my words, the maid frowned and turned to look at me. I beamed and said,
“Despite his young age, every word he speaks sounds so grown-up.”
I expected her to agree or perhaps share more about him.
But her reply was odd.
“Who exactly are you talking about?”
“Huh?”
“Young Master Dan Mok Chang isn’t even at the estate.”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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