Little One Tears the Villain’s Script - Chapter 12

Transmigrated into the future, Nash, once the father of the first true Artificial Intelligence and the richest man on Earth, found himself reduced to a nameless vagrant, the lowest of the low.Stripped of power and identity, he faced a world that had evolved beyond his imagination. Fortunately, in this bleak new reality, Nash uncovered a hidden gift: the ability to program his body.Once a linguistic genius, a pioneer who gave commands to artificial intelligence with precision and brilliance. What twist could he do now that he is given the ability to program his body?Can't control every fiber of your body?→ [Control Module System]Tired of endless training?→ [Training Module System]Too weak in combat?→ [Combat Module System]Need perfect memory?→ [Memory Module System]In a world ruled by technology and extraordinary, watch how Nash reforge his destiny as he uncovers the deepest secrets of his body.“This time, I won’t build a god. I’ll become one.”

Empires rise and fall on the Yulan Continent. Saints, immortal beings of unimaginable power, battle using spells and swords, leaving swathes of destruction in their wake. Magical beasts rule the mountains, where the brave – or the foolish – go to test their strength. Even the mighty can fall, feasted on by those stronger. The strong live like royalty; the weak strive to survive another day.

Notice: This story contains R18+ themes, including violence, sensual and sexual content, blood-related addiction, and dark psychological elements. Reader discretion advised.I died in a library, crushed under centuries of forgotten knowledge. Fitting.Now I’ve woken up in a coffin, starving, undead, and very much not human.They call me a Fledgling—a bottom-feeder vampire barely above a ghoul. I’m weak, hunted, and tethered to a world straight out of a cursed tabletop campaign. It’s a classic fantasy realm—elves, knights, guilds, and dungeons—but twisted by a dark, rotting magic. The moon shines red, the gods are silent, and every town smells like fear.To make matters worse, I’ve been bound to a LitRPG system called the Blood Codex.Level up by draining blood.Unlock skills by embracing your monstrous nature.Resist Corruption... or don’t.There's no prophecy. No chosen one nonsense. No noble title. Just fangs, rot, and whatever I can steal, trick, or kill to survive.But the deeper I sink into this world’s underbelly, the more I realize something is watching me through the system. The rules are breaking. Dungeon bosses are going mad. Entire towns are disappearing.And I think I’m supposed to fix it… or maybe finish the job.

ps: Parallel Blue Star (No World War history) (Advocates anti-war) (Fictional survival)--------------------------------Scene OneGreat Xia Federation, in a certain game live stream.“Alright, this anti-war game experience ends here, 4 points, let's look at the next anti-war game... huh?”“The beginning is an immersive storyline? It's called... 'Normandy Landing'”“It looks like a landing operation storyline. The streamer is now on an assault boat, but the position is a bit behind, can't see what's ahead.”“I need to move forward a bit....”The immersive experience game streamer mumbles as he walks to the front of the assault boat.Scene Two“Brothers! Zhao Ming the old rogue has updated the DLC again! Charge!”“Let me see.... Damn?! This time Zhao Ming the old rogue actually lets players experience the storyline of entering the Third Empire, amazing!!!”“Let me see where I am now, Berlin? Isn't this the capital of the Third Empire, what's the mission?”Woo—buzz—woo—buzz—“Hmm?”“Why is the air raid siren sounding?”“????”“Damn!”“Zhao the old rogue!!!”Boom—!!!!—Zhao Ming: Actually... I'm a filmmaker, do you believe it?