Transmigrating Into a Book, the Villain Becomes the White Moonlight!

148: Chapter 148 Alone at the Summit~~~”So what... should we do now?” Xiao You’s voice was a bit weak. She felt that taking over this world was simply a massive pit.

”If the higher-ups ask, just say you don’t know. After all, you’ve only just become a permanent employee; it’s normal not to understand. No one will hold you accountable,” Liu Ruyan replied.

”Sister Liu, you said before... that you used to be Su Bai’s system assistant when he first transmigrated? Does that mean you know everything about... his past life before transmigrating, including all his experiences, memories, and even... his emotions?”

Liu Ruyan turned her head, showing a slightly complex smile, and shook her head. ”Not exactly. Once he completed his tasks, my direct supervision ended. As for what he specifically experienced afterward, how his personality subtly evolved, or who he developed deeper entanglements with... unless I access the core archives, I’m just a bystander like you.”

”Oh, I see...” Xiao You leaned back in her chair with some disappointment and bit her straw.

She thought she could dig up some juicy details about Su Bai’s ”past life.”

However, she quickly perked up again, her gaze refocusing on the main screen.

Xiao You’s gaze involuntarily slid toward the floating, scrolling real-time data analysis bar on the side of the screen.

Xiao You stared at the three question marks for the Charm value. Images of Mu Xue, Lin Wan, and those gazes that were more or less attracted whenever Su Bai appeared couldn’t help but surface in her mind...

No wonder.

Xiao You suddenly understood, even feeling like slapping her own forehead.

She knew it. With Su Bai’s personality of avoiding trouble, being too lazy to maintain relationships, and slacking off at every turn, even with the halo of the ”Young Master of the Su Family” and a handsome face, he shouldn’t have been able to make proud girls with extraordinary backgrounds like Mu Xue and Lin Wan fall so deeply in such a short time—one persistently remembering him with resentment, and the other finally exploding after years of forbearance.

So this was the root cause! This wasn’t ordinary personal charm or the attraction of power at all; this was... targeted radiation carrying the power of Rules!

The current Su Bai, without knowing it, was practically a walking ”Incubus” who indiscriminately emitted a fatal attraction!

Thinking of this, Xiao You’s gaze involuntarily drifted back to the screen.

Ran Shu.

The data showed that she was one of the key female protagonists who would only officially appear in the mid-to-late stages of the original work, having deep bonds and an emotional line with the ”Dragon King” Protagonist, Brother Bufan. She was intelligent, independent, and carried hidden pain, serving as a significant aid to Brother Bufan’s career and emotions.

According to the original script, Ran Shu should have developed feelings of gratitude that gradually turned into admiration much later, thanks to Brother Bufan’s help.

But now... with Su Bai, this ”Villain” sporting a heaven-defying charm halo, standing in the way, and the plot having deviated so much...

This is bad.

Could this Ran Shu... also be...

She could almost foresee that Su Bai wouldn’t even need to do anything intentionally; as long as he appeared in Ran Shu’s field of vision, that damned ”Charm” attribute, which couldn’t even be measured by question marks, would likely cover her silently like an invisible spiderweb.

Snatching the lead?

There was no need to ”snatch” anything; simply by standing there, he could cause the plotline that originally belonged to the Protagonist to automatically veer off course!

...

The half-hour lesson proceeded in a tacitly understood calm.

Ran Shu demonstrated a certain close-quarters combat power-generating posture and footwork. Her movements were concise and efficient, with every inch of muscle movement containing precision honed through thousands of trials—an instinct forged through countless encounters in shadows and crises.

Su Bai learned surprisingly fast. Beneath his habitually lazy exterior, he seemed to hide excellent physical coordination and imitation skills. Though he looked casual, he always managed to grasp the key points. After half an hour, he was actually doing it quite well.

Ran Shu silently walked to an old water dispenser on the side of the training ground and pressed the switch.

Water gurgled into a disposable paper cup, creating a hollow echo in the silent space.

Her gaze lowered, falling on a seemingly ordinary crystal bracelet on her slender wrist.

Her fingertips brushed past one of the beads almost imperceptibly and gave it a very light twist—a hidden mechanism clicked faintly, and a fine white powder, invisible to the naked eye, sprinkled from a secret hole, silently merging into the clear water and dissolving instantly without a trace.

This was a special potion codenamed ”Dust Return” within the Dragon King Hall, provided only to core members for use in desperate situations. It was intended to quickly and quietly end everything if they were captured or faced inescapable interrogation, preventing organizational secrets from leaking.

Receiving it meant being incorporated into the Dragon King Hall’s strictest rules and darkest missions.

Ran Shu had only this one dose.

She never thought that this end prepared for herself would be used on Su Bai first.

However, the Dragon King’s cold and majestic command was beyond doubt: eliminate Su Bai at all costs.

She was ”Dragon Two,” and obedience was above all else... including the insignificant ripples deep in her heart that had long been buried by time.

”Su Bai, have some water.” She turned around and handed the cup over, her voice steady and emotionless.

Half an hour of close contact was enough for those polite titles to naturally dissolve, creating an illusion of slight familiarity.

Su Bai took the paper cup, his fingertips brushing past hers unintentionally. He tilted his head back and took a sip, his Adam’s apple bobbing. His gaze still carried a bit of post-exercise relaxation as he asked casually, ”You don’t look that old; how did you get so good at fighting? Did you start learning as a child?”

”You could say that.” Ran Shu curled the corners of her mouth in a standard smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

Her entire attention was focused on the cup in his hand, on the slowly receding waterline, until he had drunk more than half.

The core part of the mission was being completed in silence.

A sharp, cold sense of relief and emptiness gripped her simultaneously.

So... he really doesn’t remember anything.

The last faint spark of light deep in her eyes quietly went out, replaced by a nearly numb self-mockery.

That little fat girl from many years ago, who followed behind him like a clumsy shadow, felt a bit self-conscious about her size, but was always lit up by his unintentional backward smiles... as expected, she only existed in her own memories, long since washed away by time and his brilliant, bustling new life.

Now, he was the high-and-mighty, much-adored heir of the Su Family, living at the peak where sunlight and gold dust intertwined.

And she was the Dragon King Hall’s ”Dragon Two,” who never saw the light of day, a tool moving between the blade’s edge and bloodshed.

A single command, a cup of water—it easily carved a line between life and death, and between a past that could never be returned to.

Their life trajectories had diverged at a fork long ago, heading toward the opposite poles of black and white, with no possibility of ever meeting.

This cup of water was merely drawing a cold period to this already predestined conclusion.

There was only one chance, and it was fleeting. Su Bai’s appearance at this training venue today was too coincidental; Ran Shu hadn’t had time to prepare any other plan.

The bit of ”Dust Return” in her bracelet was the only weapon she could use at the moment, and the one that would leave the least trace.

The drug’s effect was instantaneous. From ingestion to taking effect, it theoretically wouldn’t exceed thirty seconds. It was colorless, odorless, acted rapidly, and was extremely difficult to detect afterward.

When Su Bai’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed that mouthful of water, in Ran Shu’s heart, the core part of the mission was settled.

Now she needed to consider how to escape safely after the drug took effect. Uncle Fu was waiting in the lounge just one wall away. If she left alone, it would inevitably alert this unfathomable old man.

There had to be a reasonable explanation, or... a reasonable scene had to be created.

Su Bai put down the empty paper cup and looked up, only to see the barely maintained calm on Ran Shu’s face fading, replaced by a complex, almost dazed expression.

He felt slightly surprised. Someone who had been focused on teaching and even occasionally showed a faint smile just now—how did she suddenly seem shrouded in a layer of gloom?

”What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone carrying his usual casualness but also a hint of inquiry.

”Ah?” Ran Shu suddenly snapped back to reality, her gaze hastily moving away from Su Bai’s face, and she subconsciously glanced at the electronic clock on the wall.

The numbers ticked silently, each second stretched out long. ”Nothing,” she shook her head, her voice a bit dry.

Why were these thirty seconds so slow?

Her fingertips dug hard into her palm, the slight stinging pain trying to suppress the untimely sorrow surging in her heart.

She, this blade forged for the Dragon King Hall, had ultimately swung toward that thin warmth deep in her memories.

It turned out that even after long years and vastly different lives, the taste of betrayal remained so clear and bitter.

Twenty seconds... twenty-five seconds... thirty seconds...

Time’s up.

Goodbye, Su Bai.

She whispered in her heart, as if completing a silent memorial service.

She immediately turned around and closed her eyes, as if she couldn’t bear to see him collapse, and as if she were saying farewell to the last bit of weakness from her past.

However, what she didn’t know was that Su Bai’s body, modified by the system, possessed the trait of the ”Immortal Kidney Body,” which was beyond common sense. He was nearly absolutely immune to toxins in the ordinary sense.

To him, the cup of ”Dust Return” that was enough to kill ten giant elephants instantly was nothing more than a cup of clear water with a slight metallic taste.

”Shall we continue?”

The familiar, slightly lazy voice came clearly from behind her, steady without a hint of abnormality.

Ran Shu’s whole body shook violently, and she spun around as if struck by lightning!

This time, all the complex emotions in her eyes—guilt, resolution, sorrow—were instantly covered and replaced by pure, unbelievable terror!

Previously, when she had struck Su Bai’s neck with a knife-hand strike using all her strength, he had seemed completely unaffected. That had already planted a seed of suspicion in her heart.

Now, this suspicion was like ice water poured over her head, turning into a bone-chilling coldness!

The ”Dust Return” in her bracelet was one of the ultimate methods specially developed by the Dragon King Hall’s laboratory, by no means comparable to those crude poisons on the market.

By all logic, even if ten well-trained strongmen took it at once, they should have collapsed lifelessly by now!

But Su Bai... he just stood there, his expression normal, and even raised an eyebrow slightly in inquiry, as if he were just waiting for the next round of ordinary training.

A massive wave of fear instantly seized Ran Shu.

How could there be such perfectly interlocking coincidences in this world!

Ran Shu’s heart continued to sink, the coldness quietly spreading down her spine.

Uncle Fu just happened to know the person in charge of this relatively hidden venue, and the manager just happened to assign Su Bai’s teaching task to her, who ”just happened to be free”... This series of ”happenings” was as precise as carefully placed dominoes, waiting for a gentle push to lead unerringly to this current scene.

She didn’t believe it at all.

Su Bai had previously moved against the Dragon King, Brother Bufan, stirring up trouble and forcing the Dragon King to urgently recall her from overseas.

She had only been in A City for a few days, and her movements and identity cover were highly classified.

How could a person who made even the Dragon King suffer a loss ”coincidentally” appear in the one venue she visited every year upon returning to the country—the only place that bore the mark of her personal habits?

There was only one explanation, bone-chillingly clear: Su Bai had known she was ”Dragon Two” all along.

Not only did he know, but he had already set the stage.

This ”chance encounter” was a chess piece he had calmly played.

Her so-called secret operation and waiting for an opportunity had perhaps been within his condescending gaze from the very beginning.

In that case... the image of a ”worthless playboy and rich second-generation heir who only relied on his family” in the Dragon King’s intelligence had become a completely laughable smokescreen.

The danger and depth of the man before her, who could immune deadly poison while chatting and remain unfazed by heavy strikes, far exceeded the organization’s assessment and instantly overturned all her perceptions.

What terrified her most was that if he had already seen through everything, why hadn’t he acted directly?

Why did he cooperate with her in this half-hour teaching act, and even drink the water he clearly knew was tainted?

Was it the mockery of a cat playing with a mouse, or did he have a deeper, unfathomable intention?

Countless questions and cold aftershocks of fear wove into a net, tightly entangling her.

Finally, a drop of cold sweat slid uncontrollably down her temple, tracing across her taut skin.

”Then, let’s continue.” She heard her own voice, carrying a slight tremor that she tried hard to suppress but which still leaked out.

Her body instinctively resumed the teaching stance, but her muscles were so stiff they wouldn’t obey.

Su Bai seemed not to notice her near-breaking tension, or rather, he noticed but didn’t care.

He flexed his wrists and asked, still with that unfathomable casualness, ”I’ve seen people practice martial arts, and doesn’t it always end with sparring to test the results? When can I try sparring with you?”

The words ”try sparring” fell lightly into Ran Shu’s ears, but they felt like a heavy hammer striking her taut nerves.

Sparring? Close physical contact, the collision of power and skill?

But did she have any room to refuse? Any abnormal excuse at this moment could become the spark that ignited the final fuse.

She felt like she was stepping on a wire that had suddenly become extremely thin, with a bottomless mist below.

”We still... still need to consolidate the basics,” Ran Shu forced out an excuse, her voice dry. ”The timing... might not be right yet.”

At that moment, Su Bai’s phone, placed on the side, suddenly rang.

”How lonely it is to be invincible~ so lonely~”

”How empty it is to be invincible~ so empty~”