Me? I was transported into a book? And I became a vicious villain?

The joy of victory was like a burning firework, which briefly bloomed in the night sky before being quickly swallowed by the darkness. The cheerful songs were still echoing, but the crisis had quietly arrived.

A deafening explosion broke the tranquility of the town, and the strong wind swept up gravel and wood chips, like a roaring beast, instantly engulfing the celebrating crowd. Flames shot up into the sky, and screams and exclamations mixed together, playing a melody of death.

"Enemy attack! It's a mysterious organization!" A member of the Self-Defense Forces crawled up from the ground and shouted in horror. His face was covered in blood and there was a hideous wound on his arm with blood gushing out.

The people who were originally immersed in joy were thrown into disarray by the sudden attack before they could react. They panicked and fled in all directions, like a small boat in the stormy waves, struggling on the edge of death.

"Ling'er! Be careful!" Chu Mengmeng was quick-witted and quick-handed, and she protected her daughter under her body. A burning wooden board flew past her arm, leaving a charred mark.

Xiao Yichen drew out his sword and glanced around fiercely, only to see a group of men in black emerging from the darkness like ghosts. They held sharp blades in their hands, had cold faces, and attacked without mercy. Wherever they went, there were wailing and blood.

"Mengmeng, take Ling'er away first! I'll stop them!" Xiao Yichen pushed Chu Mengmeng and Ling'er behind him, and waved his sword to meet a group of men in black.

"Dad! Mom!" Ling'er grabbed the corner of Chu Mengmeng's clothes tightly, her little face full of fear.

"Don't be afraid, Ling'er, mom and dad will protect you." Chu Mengmeng suppressed the fear in her heart and comforted her daughter. At the same time, she vigilantly observed the surrounding situation, looking for an escape route.

"Boom——" Another loud noise was heard, and a huge mushroom cloud rose above the square in the center of the town, turning the originally lively celebration venue into a hell on earth.

“No…” Chu Mengmeng looked at the tragedy in front of her, her heart aching as a deep feeling of powerlessness surged in her heart.

"Chu Mengmeng, your death is coming!" A cold voice came from the crowd. Chu Mengmeng turned around suddenly and saw a tall man in black holding a black long knife, approaching her step by step...

"Meng Meng, be careful!" Xiao Yichen waved his sword to block the attack of a man in black, but saw another black shadow coming towards Chu Meng Meng with a strong wind. His heart tightened, and he wanted to withdraw to defend, but he was entangled by the enemies who were surging like a tide in front of him, and he was unable to split his attention.

At the critical moment, a figure flashed by like lightning and blocked Chu Mengmeng. A cold light flashed, and the man groaned and staggered back, with bright red blood oozing out from under his black cloak.

"Uncle!" Ling'er exclaimed, recognizing that the man was the mysterious person who had been secretly protecting them all this time.

"Go! I can't hold them off for long!" The mysterious man was panting and his voice was hoarse. He was obviously seriously injured in the previous attack.

Chu Mengmeng was extremely anxious, but she also knew that this was not the time to hesitate. The enemy was outnumbered, and if she continued to fight, she would only die in vain. She made a prompt decision, took Ling'er's hand, and shouted hoarsely: "Xiao Yichen, let's go!"

Xiao Yichen also understood that things had come to this point, and the only way to preserve his strength was to retreat. He suppressed his grief and anger, fighting and retreating, protecting Chu Mengmeng and Ling'er and carving out a bloody path.

"Want to leave? Not that easy!" The leading man in black roared, and the long sword in his hand burned with flames, turning into a fire dragon, sweeping towards Chu Mengmeng and others.

The mysterious man used up his last bit of strength to stand in front of the fire dragon. The firelight illuminated his pale face, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he smiled with relief: "Go quickly..."

The fire dragon devoured his figure, and after a loud bang, only a scorched earth was left on the spot.

"Uncle——" Ling'er's heart-wrenching cry echoed in the night sky. Chu Mengmeng covered her mouth tightly to prevent her from looking back, her eyes blurred by tears.

"Let's go!" Xiao Yichen took his wife and daughter's hands and resolutely ran out of the town, with flames rising into the sky and endless darkness behind him...

"They...ran over there!" A faint voice came from the ruins, and a blood-stained hand fell down helplessly...

The biting cold wind was whistling, scraping at their faces like a knife. Chu Mengmeng, Xiao Yichen and Ling'er ran wildly in the endless darkness. They didn't know how long they had been running, nor where they were. They just mechanically took heavy steps to escape from the cursed town behind them.

Ling'er was in Chu Mengmeng's arms, her little body trembling. She was tired of crying, and leaned weakly on her mother's shoulder, her tears soaking Chu Mengmeng's clothes. Every breath she took seemed to remind Chu Mengmeng that they had lost the mysterious man who sacrificed himself to protect them.

"Mengmeng, Ling'er..." Xiao Yichen's voice was hoarse and tired. He held Chu Mengmeng's hand tightly, his palms full of cold sweat, "We will be fine, we will be fine..."

Chu Mengmeng raised her head and looked at her husband's exhausted face, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness in her heart. They tried their best to protect this town and their home, but in the end, they ended up in such an embarrassing situation.

"It's all my fault..." Chu Mengmeng murmured to herself, tears blurring her eyes again, "If I hadn't...if I hadn't come into this world, so many things wouldn't have happened..."

Xiao Yichen stopped and hugged Chu Mengmeng and Ling'er tightly in his arms. His voice was low and firm: "No, it's not your fault. We all fought to protect the people we love. We are not wrong!"

However, even Xiao Yichen could not hide the heaviness and confusion in his heart at this moment. The power of the mysterious organization was far beyond their imagination, and the sacrifice of the mysterious man sounded a wake-up call for them. What was waiting for them ahead?

In the darkness, a pair of cold eyes watched all this. The Black Demon stood on a high hillside, watching Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen's receding backs, with a cold smile on his lips.

“Run away, run as fast as you can…” The Dark Devil whispered in a low voice, his voice full of mockery and cruelty, “This game has just begun…”

He raised his hand, and a ball of black flame appeared in his palm. The flame reflected the figures of Chu Mengmeng's family of three, their faces were filled with fatigue and despair.

"One day, I will take back double what you lost..." The Dark Devil's voice, like the whisper of a demon from hell, echoed in the empty night sky.

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen stopped in the wilderness. They looked at each other with exhaustion and despair in their eyes, not knowing what to do next. In front of them was endless darkness, and behind them was their home that had turned into a sea of ​​fire...

"We..." Xiao Yichen was about to speak, but was interrupted by a burst of footsteps. He turned back suddenly, clenched the sword in his hand, and looked around vigilantly...

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen stopped in the wilderness. They looked at each other with exhaustion and despair in their eyes, not knowing what to do next. In front of them was endless darkness, and behind them was their home that had turned into a sea of ​​fire. Everything they had once been familiar with was now completely unrecognizable.

"Where should we go now?" Chu Mengmeng's voice trembled. She hugged Ling'er tightly, as if she was her only support in this world. Ling'er twisted restlessly in her sleep, with tears on her little face, which made people feel distressed.

Xiao Yichen was silent. How could he not know where to go? They had lost their homes, their friends, and even the last glimmer of hope of contacting the outside world. In this dark world, they were like abandoned orphans, wandering helplessly.

"Let's find a place to rest first," Xiao Yichen forced himself to be energetic, stroked Ling'er's hair, and said softly, "Ling'er needs to rest, and you need to rest too."

Chu Mengmeng nodded. She knew that Xiao Yichen was right. Now was not the time to despair. They still had Ling'er. They had to live on, for Ling'er and for themselves.

They found a rock sheltered from the wind in the wilderness, and Xiao Yichen used his sword to cut some branches and built a bonfire. The flickering flames illuminated their tired faces and brought them a glimmer of warmth and hope.

Chu Mengmeng took out some dry food and water from the package. This was the last bit of food they had brought when they escaped. She broke the dry food into pieces and fed it to Ling'er. Seeing her daughter eat, she finally showed a relieved smile on her face.

"Yi Chen, do you think we can still go back?" Chu Mengmeng asked softly, looking at the dancing flames.

Xiao Yichen didn't say anything. He just held Chu Mengmeng and Ling'er in his arms, looking into the distance with firm eyes. That was the direction of home and the eternal hope in their hearts.

"Yes, we will definitely go back," Xiao Yichen's voice was low and firm, "We will definitely take back everything that belongs to us, we will!"

Suddenly, a subtle sound broke the silence of the night. Xiao Yichen stood up abruptly, tightened his sword, looked around vigilantly, and shouted in a low voice: "Who's there?"

In the darkness, an old voice slowly sounded: "Is it you? Yichen, Mengmeng..."

Chu Mengmeng and Xiao Yichen were stunned. What was this voice...