Evil People Have Their Own Evil Mothers [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 1: Damn, Don't Mess With Me

Chapter 1: Damn, Don’t Mess With Me

Xu Jiu absolutely loved his job—he worked year-round without a single day off.

After all, no other job could compare to being a handsome, young, wealthy, and powerful villain across various Quick Transmigration Worlds. It was pure bliss.

All he had to do was rack up enough hatred from the protagonist. Once it reached a certain threshold, the protagonist would come for revenge. Then, he’d just dust himself off from the grave and move on to the next world to continue his lavish, villainous lifestyle.

For Xu Jiu, going to work was even more satisfying than eating Konyaku Shuang.

[The mission is simple: you’re the arrogant, wealthy young master at a university. The protagonist is a brilliant but dirt-poor student. Your task is to make him despise you, become the driving force behind his relentless rise, and serve as the pillar he clings to in his bleak world just to survive.]

Sounds suspiciously like a female-oriented plot to me.

Xu Jiu had his doubts, but the system didn’t allow hesitation. It gagged him and promptly shipped him off to the target world.

Xu Jiu, are you free tonight? A man with dyed green hair barged into Xu Jiu’s line of sight.

Xu Jiu froze, his face twisting in disgust.

Could this green-haired idiot really be the male lead?

Before Xu Jiu could process it further, a tall man brushed past him in a hurry.

Xu Jiu’s arm was shoved unexpectedly, causing the canned cola in his hand to splash violently. The dark liquid stained his hand and sleeve completely.

Which blind asshole did that? Xu Jiu instinctively cursed.

[Protagonist’s name: Cao Weidong]

You mean him? Cao Weidong.

The system’s voice and the green-haired man’s words overlapped in Xu Jiu’s mind, echoing and flickering like double vision.

Xu Jiu’s gaze fixed on the back of the man walking ahead.

Tch, annoying.

Xu Jiu tightened his grip on the cola can and hurled it at the head of the man striding swiftly in front of him.

It was useless.

The man’s figure paused briefly. Though his collar was visibly soaked with cola, he continued forward hurriedly, stiff as a block of wood.

Did he piss you off? The green-haired guy grinned, nudging Xu Jiu with his elbow.

Just now. Xu Jiu scrutinized Cao Weidong’s retreating figure.

Cao Weidong stood nearly six feet tall, carrying a worn black backpack. His clothes were still his old high school uniform—shirt, pants, and shoes all washed to a yellowish, wrinkled state.

An aura of shabby poverty radiated from him.

So? Want to beat him up? The green-haired guy shoved his hands into his pockets.

Xu Jiu replied airily, Let’s mess with him.

The crumpled cola can lay on the ground when a basketball suddenly slammed into it, flattening it to the thickness of paper.

The basketball rolled to Xu Jiu’s feet. He picked it up, tossed it lightly in his hand, and the next second, the ball shot like an arrow straight into Cao Weidong’s back.

This time, Cao Weidong didn’t just pause. His back twisted violently from the impact, arching outward like a drawn bow.

After a loud thud, the basketball bounced away.

Cao Weidong stumbled forward completely, awkwardly staggering several steps away.

If it weren’t for a nearby lamppost catching him, he would have face-planted into a bloody mess.

Xu Jiu shouted at the disheveled man, Cao Weidong, are you blind?

It was exactly the time when students poured out of campus for dinner. The streets were crowded, and at Xu Jiu’s outburst, many stopped to watch with curiosity.

Xu Jiu was a campus celebrity—where he led, others followed.

Despite his foul temper, Xu Jiu possessed an exquisitely beautiful face, came from a wealthy family, and was skilled at grooming himself—living each day like a teenage model from a fashion magazine.

Wherever he went, he was surrounded by crowds. Some flattered him out of pure fear, not daring to cross him, while others admired him with envy.

But when Xu Jiu called out his name directly, Cao Weidong acted as if he heard nothing, as though he were truly deaf. He simply brushed the dust off his clothes and continued walking.

He wasn’t afraid of the consequences of provoking Xu Jiu—in fact, he didn’t even care about Xu Jiu at all.

At worst, it was like being bitten by a dog.

Xu Jiu rushed up behind Cao Weidong, grabbed his backpack, and yanked it backward. The worn shoulder strap made a fragile, unsettling tearing sound.

I’m talking to you, Cao Weidong.

Cao Weidong refused to turn around. Xu Jiu pulled harder, and with a sharp crack, the old backpack—who knew how many years it had been used—ripped apart.

Stumbling back two steps, Xu Jiu looked at the tattered bag in his hand, which resembled a plastic sack from a scrap collector, and flung it away in disgust.

Are you deaf?

Xu Jiu pressed on harshly, Or are you both deaf and blind?

Under Xu Jiu’s relentless pestering, Cao Weidong finally moved.

Beneath Xu Jiu’s piercing glare, Cao Weidong slowly turned around. He still held the broken shoulder strap in his hand, his eyes vaguely obscured by the loose strands of hair falling over his forehead.

Though his gaze seemed unfocused, it was anything but vague. Beneath those stray locks, a dark, gloomy stare was sharp and unmistakable.

Cao Weidong stared expressionlessly at Xu Jiu. In his pitch-black, lifeless pupils, Xu Jiu’s reflection shimmered—like a cold gleam caught on a surveillance camera, with Xu Jiu trapped inside like a prisoner.

That stare sent a chill down Xu Jiu’s spine, as if he were being sucked into the black holes of Cao Weidong’s eyes. A wave of inescapable panic and palpitations surged through him.

Xu Jiu took a deep breath, forcing himself to muster courage, and refused to back down, meeting those unsettling eyes head-on.

Are you deaf? I told you to pick up the ball and bring it to me.

As Xu Jiu spoke, his eyebrow twitched, and the reflection in Cao Weidong’s eyes seemed to dance with the same arrogant energy.

Cao Weidong lowered his gaze slightly, his long, raven-feather-like eyelashes casting shadows, imprisoning the image of the other within.

He bowed his head. The basketball lay between him and Xu Jiu.

Without a word, Cao Weidong crouched down and picked up the ball from beside Xu Jiu’s feet. Just as he was about to hand it over—

One of Xu Jiu’s friends took the opportunity to kick Cao Weidong hard from behind. Cao Weidong was thrown forcefully to the ground, his knees hitting the pavement as he knelt facing Xu Jiu, as if in submission.

You dirtied my clothes, Xu Jiu said, showing him his stained cuff.

Cao Weidong didn’t make a sound. He neither resisted nor complied with Xu Jiu’s will, silently kneeling there with his head bowed, his long bangs covering his eyes, making it impossible to discern his emotions.

From beginning to end, not a single expression crossed Cao Weidong’s face—not even the slightest shift in demeanor.

He was like a lifeless corpse in a morgue, his expression and posture utterly devoid of any sign of a living person.

Watching his every move, Xu Jiu felt as though he had punched a steel plate. The frustration inside him only grew.

Seeing that Xu Jiu and his good-for-nothing friend had fallen silent, Cao Weidong picked up his torn bag, stood up without even brushing the dust from his knees, and hurried away.

It wasn’t that he was afraid of Xu Jiu, but compared to being stuck in a stalemate with him, Cao Weidong was more concerned about having his pay docked for being late to his part-time job.

Watching Cao Weidong walk away, Xu Jiu clicked his tongue in frustration, unable to stop him.

Since Xu Jiu’s role was that of a cannon-fodder antagonist, there was no dedicated system to calculate animosity levels. In fact, the system only appeared to notify him when a task began or ended.

With the protagonist acting like this, had he managed to raise the animosity level at all?

Why bother getting angry with someone like him? It just lowers your own standing, said Green Hair, slinging an arm over Xu Jiu’s shoulder and pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He shook one loose and offered it to Xu Jiu.

You could beat him up a few more times and paying his medical bills would practically count as poverty alleviation.

Xu Jiu glanced at Green Hair, took the cigarette, and placed it between his lips. Green Hair flicked a lighter and held it up for him.

Xu Jiu pinched the cigarette, flicked the ash, and watched Cao Weidong’s retreating figure. He chuckled twice before suddenly remarking, I think he’s quite interesting. I want to play with him.

Without any pretense, Xu Jiu admitted he wanted to see Cao Weidong provoked into a rage—to watch that lifeless face contort with fury, to have him slam Xu Jiu against a wall and lose control, beating him to death with his fists.

This was an immersive quick-transmigration experience, where the protagonist would fully immerse himself in the character, completely becoming that person.

Upcoming novel: The Villain Doesn’t Need Redemption [Quick Transmigration] — A twisted, bone-deep villain protagonist × a sunny, wolf-in-sheep’s-clothing love interest.

He was a perpetually respawning villain NPC in the Quick Transmigration Bureau. His destiny was to wreak havoc under the guise of a tragic, beautiful, and powerful character, only to meet a gruesome end.

But then, the online fiction world was swept up in a trend of redeeming villains. Watching protagonists flock to him one after another, offering warmth and salvation, he sneered, Who needs redemption?

He demanded money, cars, and houses—transforming into a bottomless pit of greed, exploiting the protagonists until they worked eight jobs a day, nearly dropping dead from exhaustion, and bore the brunt of countless curses and punishments for his misdeeds.

After the protagonists had given everything, drained and devoted, he doused all their gifts in gasoline, lit a match, and casually remarked, Compared to love, I prefer hatred.

Then he walked into the flames, achieving his tragic end.

But years after faking his death and living freely, he was suddenly knocked out, kidnapped, and imprisoned.

In the past, I didn’t have the means to give you what you wanted. But times have changed—whatever you want to do, I’ll be with you.