The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System fan fiction

Aaaaah....
Thank you for writing this...
Its been a long times..such a spirit boosting after im buried under RL routine and slavery...

 

No, nope, not yet
Aaaaaaaarrrrrggghhhhh
I just go back here now...what with all the RL routine and accidental case or RL...

I come back for some power boosting from your fic i quote before...hehehe
And right now i have to get up, have a bath, get to office, and later go out of town for some office event

 

Hahahhahah

Hahahhahahaha
This soooo funny and sweat!!

 

Glad you like it.
But waiting for you to read all the docs and catch up.

 

Sheep and panda LQG and LBH!

Fate Stay parody!

LBH finding all those tragic LBHxSQQ/SJ/SY worlds and killing his crazy counterparts! Also, finding a few worlds where his counterpart had a normal romance with SQQ!

Thanks for all the stuff. Needs more Liu Qingge!!!

 

Liu Qingge's life is suffering.

 

I am always in full agreement of this, I have a huge soft spot for this guy, even with all of his suffering.

 

Spoiler: DO NOT CLICK, THIS IS WIP

***
There were many things that, on closer reflection, sat ill with Luo Binghe after he had experienced the memories of two worlds' Shen Qingqiu through their dreams.

One of them had been seeing the same look in Shen Qingqiu's eyes that had been in his own, when Qingqiu had been Shen Jiu, property of the Qiu family.

The other had been seeing Qingqiu's every helpful overture towards others end in failure.

Shen Qingqiu had tried to help Liu Qingge in battle, fending off an enemy attacking Qingge at an angle the Bai Zhan peak lord hadn't seen but Liu Qingge had mistaken it to be an attack on him.

It was one of the reasons that their relationship as brother peak lords had gone down in flames.

It would have been bad enough if that was the only time that such a mistake had happened, but the problem had compounded itself when Qingqiu's other efforts to help people had been mistaken as attempts to harm them or as insults, continuously piling up, like some kind of massive cart wreck.

Every single time he had reached out to try to help, it had gone wrong, smearing his name and reputation with more and more odium... Until, finally, he had lost the will to exert himself to help others.

Qingqiu's acidic words had done him no favors.

The only person who had ever seen Qingqiu's good will and efforts towards him as they had truly been intended, was Yue Qingyuan.

Luo Binghe couldn't help but wonder if the pattern had carried over to how his world's Shen Qingqiu had treated him in the past. Had there been any misunderstandings there too?

Or had Qingqiu simply seen him as an enemy and wanted to protect Ning Yingying from him?

Ning Yingying and the Qiu Haitang, who Shen Jiu had once loved when she was a young lady, were very much alike.

Binghe, Yingying and Mingyan had seen Shen Qingqiu's actions as being those of a man who intended to force a marriage; were they wrong?

Both times he had read the memories of a Shen Qingqiu, there had been no intention to harm or frighten Yingying expressed in his actions.

That left Binghe with the nagging feeling that in the same way he, Yingying and Mingyan had been wrong about the circumstances of Liu Qingge's death, they might also have been wrong about Shen Qingqiu's intentions regarding that perceived litany of offenses.

 

Spoiler: DO NOT CLICK, THIS IS WIP

***
The lamplight was low and gentle, the shadows doing the favor of concealing the worst damage done to the body of the young man who lay helpless, whimpering softly like an injured animal.

He clung helplessly to Aoguang's strong body for a steady support.

Aoguang had found this young man in a brothel, sobbing as he was being used as the entertainment, his legs held open as man after man took him from behind, the clink of coin on coin heralding the fact that this was not the first abuse he had been forced to suffer this evening.

Aoguang had simply purchased the helpless young man to get it over with and stop the abuse from continuing.

The disappointed crowd had dissipated, having been prevented from venting themselves upon the helpless victim, who had simply been picked up and handed to Aoguang, still twitching and dripping blood and white fluids from the continuous assault.

Aoguang had taken the boy home and then sent drones in to find out everything he could about the victim and the abusers alike.

The young man's body was delicately beautiful, it was also obviously physically weak and the constant abuse he had suffered had done his health no favors.
***
It hadn't taken Aoguang long to get a diagnosis.

Dehydration, internal injuries, torn ligaments...

Aoguang stroked the shivering, whimpering young man, reaching for the healing potions and salves that would be needed.

The young man was beyond speech right now. His throat was probably damaged from screaming, so Aoguang simply stroked his back gently, pouring warm healing energy into his abused body.

The young man's body relaxed, then tensed up as Aoguang began to wash him clean. He clutched at Aoguang more fiercely, tears dripping down his cheeks as Aoguang shushed him gently, soaping every part of the young man's body and washing the grime off skin that was soft and pale, marked with injuries from... perhaps a whip?

Hm, and not just a whip. He had other injuries.

Aoguang didn't much care about brothels or the people in them other than as a supply for his entertainment but he had been partly raised by Shizun and Shizun didn't like torture.

Kill if kill, fuck if fuck.

Aoguang could to some extent, understand why Shizun was so adamant about care for one's lovers (or in his case, playthings) when he looked at this shivering, naked form in his arms.

Well, he could fix those injuries first.

The former owner had assumed the boy would be back. Too bad for him and whoever had given him the boy, there was no way that Aoguang was going to send this one back.

He had picked this boy up. The boy belonged to him now.

And while Aoguang was gently coating the young man's injuries with healing salves and holding the potion cup to his lips so that he could drink it, the drones he had sent out to acquire information were having a field day.

Because the man who had given the victim over to the owner to have him tortured had come to find out where his torture toy had vanished off to, and the brigands the owner had sent off to try to retrieve the boy were very, very dead.

In a ditch.

The man who had thrown the victim to be violated, tortured and sold in a brothel was the newly inaugurated young king of the country that the brothel was in.

It was this same king who ordered his eunuchs to 'prepare' the victim to be violated, causing the helpless young man to be forced to submit sexually before he was thrown to be used and abused, first by the king's royal guards, then the king had the victim paraded naked to humiliate him. After that the king threw the victim to be abused by his loyal subordinates in the army.

Right now, the king was enraged that his torture toy had been purchased by someone else and taken from the brothel where he had intended the torture to continue until his victim died from abuse.
***
It was only to be expected that when the king had found out his victim had been bought free by what the brothel owner assumed was a rich prince from another country, the king took his frustration out on the victim's former owner, having them whipped mercilessly before sending his own men out to get information about the 'buyer'.

Unbeknownst to the king in question, his men and he himself were being investigated in turn, with even his country's palace and places of governance being infiltrated by the miniscule drones.

There was no shortage of information flooding in. After all, the king had wanted his victim to be abused as thoroughly as possible and having him publicly violated had been part of that.

There was no shortage of discussions among the guards, the army or even the other customers of the brothel about how they had enjoyed the body of Aoguang's new pet.

The same pet who was now shivering against Aoguang and looking up at him in mute entreaty, because his throat was still too injured to speak.

There was also no shortage of information about the crimes which Aoguang's new pet were apparently being punished for, but Aoguang intended to confirm the sordid details of those with his pretty new pet once his throat was healed enough to speak.

As it was, Aoguang was confident in his defenses as a cultivator. This was a piddling small country. Even if he tore it down, it would be expected as long as he had a nice excuse.

Being attacked by the army and men of the king of this piece of preposterous clay would be a nice excuse to tear it down to the bedrock.

Aoguang didn't like what he had heard, either about his new pet's betrayal of his own family or his new pet's suffering but Aoguang was willing to suspend his judgement about his pet's misdeeds for now, while he couldn't even speak to defend himself.

Aoguang simply gathered his now clean little beauty and began to examine his body intently, gently stroking every part of the helpless, delicate young man. Aoguang also continued massaging more medicine into his skin.

When Aoguang's questing hands began to stroke the helpless young man's abused chrysanthemum and pretty, reddened cock, his new pet flinched and mewled piteously.

Aoguang murmured to his new pet that he wasn't going to hurt him. Shivering, the young man was pleading with his gaze, but Aoguang soothed him with gentle touches, before working his medicine-slick fingers into his new pet's abused, contracting tight heat.

Aoguang had washed that place out carefully earlier, and then, as now, the young man clutched at him, eyes damp and all but silently begging for mercy.

Fortunately for the helpless young man, Aoguang didn't have any intention of hurting him, instead soothing him with a healing spell that made the young man relax even as his opened bud was gently tended to.
***
Meanwhile, in a certain temple, an old monk was having the migraine of all migraines.

He couldn't see the young man's rescuer clearly.

It was as if the cultivator who had picked the boy up both was and was not in this world, and the paradox was causing the old monk to suffer from what was probably a distortion that shouldn't have existed here.

The old monk originally had no intention of interfering with the boy's life. What happened to a former noble and unacknowledged prince had nothing to do with him. However an anomaly such as this was a completely different matter.

Perhaps he should go and speak to the king who was frantically trying to gain information about the man who had purchased the boy in question.

Unbeknownst to him, he was also under surveillance and so was everything else in the temple.

A certain set of drones were very, very interested in the actions of the only native immortal cultivator in the country.
***
Bone and glass arent really strong materials unless they were bones of strong spiritual or demonic beasts, or glass made in a special manner that would make it incredibly strong.

The temple made from the bones of mortal rulers was intimidating to look at and priceless probably in terms of historic value but in truth they weren't really sturdy in terms of materials, now, were they?

As a creation and artifact, it was fascinating in terms of its construction but it was also pathetically fragile and easy to destroy the moment its guardian had taken it into his mind to speak to the current king of the country he was guarding.

It took a pathetically small amount of effort to destroy the entire building and its artifact with explosive drones after it had been studied.

The monk could only scream in agony as the temple itself went down in myriad pieces.

***
Mortals attacking a cultivator, much less attacking a disciple in one of the four biggest immortal cultivator sects was one of those acts that could probably be considered to be suicide. A particularly stupid method of suicide, at that.

And yet because of the king's ignorance, that is exactly what he sent his men to do.

As a direct result, there were currently corpses strewn on the ground, all around Aoguang.

When two cultivators fought or confronted each other, it was possible for the much stronger cultivator to crush the weaker cultivator with just the weight of their bloodthirst or rage as conveyed through their qi, and things- including hapless people- could be sent flying with but a gesture or a hand held in a seal.

That said, a mere mortal was far more unlucky when matched up against a cultivator of Aoguang's level.

Where the rest of the Imperial family who had suddenly gained the capability to cultivate after seeing the Earthscorpion were only starting down the path of cultivation, Aoguang had been eating monster meat, demon beast and spirit beast meat for years, killing monsters and demons for years.

Even though the young king's troops had qinggong users and assassins among them and outnumbered Aoguang hundreds to one, they really didn't stand a chance the moment he got annoyed.

As a direct result, well, there were plenty of unfortunate soldiers, assassins and martial artists who had just suffered a very unsightly end to their lives.

In short, plenty of people had been crushed or exploded like balloons and Aoguang's clothes weren't even marked by a single drop of blood. He was as pristine and fragrant, cool and composed as he had been before the unfortunate fools had tried to attack him.

He had however, spared some people to have them interrogated by the ushabtis who were masquerading as humans in his employ.

Some of the people who he had spared simply took poison rather than betray their master, but in the end, he was able to find quite a few soldiers who were willing to spill their guts in exchange for their lives.

Those soldiers were the kind of men who had enjoyed inflicting pain on those weaker than them. In essence, they were nothing but bullies. Like most bullies, these men were also cowards when faced with someone stronger than them.

As a direct result, they quickly caved in. However because of their contempt towards the young man who had been their target, they also had no problem dragging their target's name into the mud.

Indeed, those men were quite spitefully pleased to inform Aoguang that the young man he was protecting was a worthless whore who had betrayed his family and had 'tasted countless men'.
***
In truth, this wasn't the first time that the young king had sent men out to retrieve what he saw as his toy.

The first time had been a few hidden royal guards. These were men who had assassinated people the young king had seen as political obstacles or threats.

They were by mortal standards, masters of poisons and stealth with some skill in qinggong.

They weren't his best men but the king had thought they were sufficient.

They were not sufficient. They died quickly, and their deaths had stunned the young man who Aoguang had finished healing.

In truth, Aoguang had taken his time and not exerted himself in the healing because he had only taken the young man in as a whim.

As it was, it had also given him a chance to see if he could get his new acquisition's trust.

That had been disrupted by the fools who had made a spectacle of themselves in an attempt to assassinate him.

 

@readerz @Azurite @c0c0ly I already posted don't click but you guys click them, whyyyyyyyyy?!

 

Hn , im hoping for more to click. Give it to me now @Gav

 

NO!
/working on drafts in the discord channel

Go read the rest of the fic docs first!

 

Can't resist the temptation~

 

But they were incompleeeete.

Now I have to put the subsequent parts in new spoilered posts.

Woe.
/still writing

 

God...
Catching up,,,is a looong way to go
give me vitamins to go on living..

 

Don't ask for more new stuff if you didn't start from the beginning, Lol.

 

Aaaaaaaaaaaa

 

oooooh someone was naughty~

 

so many naughty little readers!

 

just so you guys know, 12 pages worth of fic is being prepared. count on it taking a while
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