I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 852: Every death is equivalent to going through reincarnation, and the ninth life is the deception

With a sudden, gruesome splatter of blood, the dagger pierced through, and the black-robed older man’s face contorted in disbelief and despair.

He hadn’t anticipated that Barbara would take action and end his life with her own hands, and so decisively at that.

It appears I am truly changed…

I’m no longer the girl I used to be.

Yet, there was a trace of relief in the corner of his mouth as he muttered softly.

Barbara’s expression remained impassive, devoid of emotion in response to his words. She silently performed the technique Gu Changge had taught her, attempting to draw the soul of the black-robed older man and subsequently devour it.

A billowing demonic aura engulfed the area like a thick fog, swiftly enshrouding the now-ruined Barbarian God Sect.

Is this his memory?

Barbara observed the imprint contained within the spirit, ancient and inscribed with cryptic symbols.

Gu Changge glanced at it and explained, “This is a slave mark. He was merely a slave to someone else.”

“A slave?” Barbara was taken aback, lowering her gaze as if she were learning this concept for the first time.

Did that mean her grandfather had merely been following orders? But Gu Changge offered no further explanations.

He flicked his finger, and a brilliance descended upon the slave mark, causing it to disintegrate and crumble.

Barbara also witnessed her grandfather’s spirit gradually clarifying, as if it were on the verge of dissipating.

Without delay, she began to devour and absorb the memories within the soul, utilizing the nameless technique taught by Gu Changge. It encompassed many things she longed to know, including her origin, true parents, and why she found herself in this world.

She feared she might never have another chance to uncover the truth if she missed this opportunity.

Buzz!!!

The spirit, now free from the shackles of the slave mark, began to dissipate into a translucent and crystal-clear form. As Barbara continued to draw and absorb it, she finally glimpsed the scene within.

For a brief moment, she stood there, stunned, disbelief coursing through her.

There was a resounding sacrificial atmosphere, figures filling every direction. An ancient altar stood in their midst, surrounded by robed figures fervently praying. Many barbarian ancestors knelt in reverence, beseeching God for something.

At the center of the altar, a black-haired girl sat cross-legged. She bore the same appearance as Barbara, an identical face with no discernible difference. If there was any distinction, it was the girl’s profoundly indifferent expression akin to an immortal iceberg.

That’s me…

Barbara recognized the black-haired girl seated cross-legged, a replica of herself, down to the last detail. However, the girl exuded an ancient and formidable aura, her expression devoid of any emotion.

“Holy Maiden…”

Are they addressing me?

Barbara felt her vision blur, and the next instant, she found herself cross-legged on the altar, assuming the identity of the black-haired girl.

Moreover, the reverential calls of the barbarian ancestors surrounded her. The title was ancient, and today’s barbarian tribes have long lost the concept of saints. Evidently, the tribe she belonged to was exceptionally ancient and potent, with the strength of the barbarian ancestors surpassing that of the current ninth-level cultivators.

How is the preparation?

Barbara heard her voice though she had not spoken. It was the indifferent black-haired girl on the altar who inquired.

At this moment, Barbara felt like an observer, witnessing her past self. Was this the hidden memory that her grandfather had revealed before his demise?

Who had she been before?

Barbara felt bewildered, experiencing a sharp ache between her brows as an onslaught of memories inundated her.

“Reporting to the Holy Maiden, preparations are complete. All sacrificial rites are ready, awaiting the arrival of Lord Barbarian God.”

“This time, our Barbarian tribe shall undoubtedly receive the blessings of Lord Barbarian and become the mightiest tribe on the Barbarian Continent.”

The priests responded fervently.

“The ninth generation of barbarians…”

The black-haired girl listened to the priest’s report, her gaze remaining indifferent, almost as if she were murmuring.

So, this had been a sacrifice to the barbarian gods, beseeching their divine blessings? If it was the ninth generation of barbarian gods, didn’t that trace back tens of millions of years?

At that time, the barbarians had reigned as the most formidable power in this world. Sects and orthodoxies had largely been subservient to them, and the wanton slaughter of barbarian tribes, as seen today, had been unthinkable.

Doubt crept into Barbara’s heart, and inexplicably, she sensed a hidden malevolence within the black-haired girl.

Boom!!!

The entire barbarian tribe was alive with activity, singing, dancing, offering various foods, and prostrating themselves beneath the altar, entreating the arrival of the brutal God.

Finally, a transformation unfolded in the heavens and earth. Light and shadow converged, giving rise to a majestic figure descending from the skies. Vague yet towering, it resembled an ancient god.

The barbarians erupted in ecstatic cries, their fervor reaching its zenith as they knelt before this figure. Yet, at this very moment, the black-haired girl sprang up from the altar, her gaze icy, and a burst of black light radiated from her like an ebony sun, engulfing the magnificent god-like figure.

The entire tribe stood in shock and confusion. They couldn’t comprehend why their revered saint had suddenly turned against the barbarian God.

“You are unworthy of being the god of a barbarian tribe…” the black-haired girl declared indifferently. Her intent to slay the God left Barbara stunned as well, bewildered by her actions.

As the tribe’s saint, she had intended to kill the very God they worshiped, a shocking betrayal that confounded all.

“People who blaspheme shall perish,” the God in the void responded with indifference, lowering his eyes and extending his massive hand, poised to eliminate the heretical black-haired girl.

Yet, Barbara didn’t witness the ensuing events. Instead, she felt a sharp pain between her brows as though something had been torn away and extracted from her consciousness.

That’s my lost memory…

Pain etched across Barbara’s face as she suddenly perceived a figure by her side, her very grandfather whom she had killed moments ago.

Had he existed in that era as well? Had he lived to this day?

Barbara was unaware of these details but continued to experience a growing tingling sensation between her brows. The memories that had been taken away began to return.

It hurts…

Barbara exclaimed, comprehending a multitude of things all at once.

Her grandfather had taken the missing fragment of her memory. Each time she perished, the memories from her previous life would be erased and fade away, akin to undergoing an authentic reincarnation.

Ninth reincarnation…

As a result, the ninth generation lived within a deception.

Gu Changge had been observing her, a peculiar expression on his face, yet he chose not to disturb her.

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