The Transmigrated Mermaid Who Mocked the Villain
The Unlucky Death of a Lucky God
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suddenly a new story popped in my mind
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For someone who had lived for over five thousand years, death was… underwhelming
Cang Lan had imagined it differently
If he were to die—hypothetically—it should have been something grand. A collapse of oceans, a shattering of heavens, or at the very least, a dramatic farewell beneath moonlit tides
Cang Lan/(Mc before trangmirgation)
Ah... That's why I hate humans
He sat cross-legged on the edge of his bed, silver hair spilling down his neck like quiet moonlight, a half-eaten snack dangling lazily between his fingers
The small apartment was dim, lit only by the cold glow of his phone screen..
On it—yet again—was that ridiculous novel
[[Fate of the Fallen Petals]]
Cang Lan narrowed his eyes, scrolling with increasing irritation
Cang Lan/(Mc before trangmirgation)
Unbelievable
Cang Lan/(Mc before trangmirgation)
Absolutely unbelievable
The male lead comforted her
And somewhere, buried between poetic nonsense and overdramatic declarations of love, the villain was dead
Cang Lan clicked his tongue, annoyance flickering across his otherwise calm face
His grip tightened slightly around the snack
Cang Lan/(Mc before trangmirgation)
Trash writing
Cang Lan/(Mc before trangmirgation)
That tastes strange
Cang Lan stared at the remaining piece in his hand, turning it slightly.
His ancient instincts—usually impeccable—were dulled by distraction, irritation, and frankly, boredom
Cang Lan/(Mc before trangmirgation)
Trash author
The arrogance in his tone wasn’t even arrogance—it was simply confidence born from thousands of years of existence
After all, what was one human story compared to the endless tides he had witnessed?
Cang Lan stood up, stretching lazily
No prayers. No voices. No one calling his name anymore
A faint discomfort curled in his stomach—subtle at first, like a ripple beneath still water. He paused, chewing slowly, as if trying to understand it.
His hand pressed lightly against his abdomen. The sensation spread unnaturally fast, crawling upward, tightening, suffocating. His throat burned
He turned abruptly, grabbing the edge of the table as his body lurched forward.
Cang Lan/(Mc before trangmirgation)
—khh—
Something warm spilled past his lips
For a moment, Cang Lan simply stared
At the blood staining his fingers
His gaze slowly shifted to what he had been eating
A small piece remained in his hand—dark, slick, unmistakable now that he actually looked at it
Cang Lan/(Mc before trangmirgation)
…Not good for fish
Another cough tore from his throat
He had lived for over five thousand years. Storms had risen and fallen before him. Civilizations had bloomed and rotted into dust
His grip on the table tightened, but it did nothing to steady him. The ground beneath his feet seemed to tilt, reality slipping just slightly out of place
Cang Lan/(Mc before trangmirgation)
Why is the world shaking ?
A low, rough cough interrupted him again, forcing him to bend forward as more blood spilled, staining the floor beneath him.
For a brief moment, something unreadable passed through his eyes
Cang Lan/(Mc before trangmirgation)
…That author…
Cang Lan/(Mc before trangmirgation)
...is still trash ...
The ground rushed up to meet him
And as darkness crept in, swallowing everything whole—
One last, quiet thought lingered
Cang Lan/(Mc before trangmirgation)
Am i going to die like this?
The Place Where Rain Falls
That was the first thing he felt
Cang Lan’s consciousness returned slowly, like something being dragged up from the depths of a quiet ocean
His lashes trembled faintly before parting, revealing eyes still clouded with the remnants of darkness
For a moment, he did not move
At the rain that blurred his vision, each droplet sliding down the corners of his eyes as though the heavens themselves were weeping
A faint breath escaped his lips
His voice was hoarse, low, lacking the steady calm it once carried. It didn’t sound like him
His body reacted before his mind could fully awaken
Wasn’t sharp enough to alarm him, but it was there, persistent and unfamiliar, spreading through his limbs like a quiet warning
His fingers twitched weakly against the ground beneath him, brushing against rough, uneven stone
Cang Lan’s brows drew together slightly
With slow, deliberate effort, he pushed himself upward
His breathing grew uneven for a brief moment, shallow and restrained, before settling again
Even something as simple as sitting up required more strength than it should have
unknown
This is troublesome
Layers of long, flowing fabric draped over his body, clinging slightly due to the rain
Cang Lan lifted his hand slowly
Smooth to the point of fragility
His fingers brushed lightly across his wrist, and his eyes narrowed just slightly
Faint, thin lines, reddish in color, stretching across the skin as if something had once restrained him or left behind shallow wounds not long healed
A strand of hair slipped forward, falling over his shoulder
same as his past old self
For the first time since waking—
There was a hint of genuine confusion in his gaze
He reached up slowly, gathering a lock of it between his fingers. The texture was smooth, almost like silk, slipping easily through his grasp
unknown
It's my hands...but still not mine
The rain continued to fall, undisturbed by his quiet observations
A faint scent reached him
Slowly, his gaze lifted again
Broken pillars rose unevenly from the ground, their surfaces cracked and worn by time
Fragments of stone lay scattered across the area, half-buried beneath moss and creeping vines. What once might have been grand now stood as nothing more than a forgotten ruin
It looks like an abandoned temple
Cang Lan’s eyes narrowed slightly, a faint recognition flickering beneath the surface
A faint frown touched his lips
The rain continued to fall
A life that was not his
Cang Lan—no, whatever he was now—sat weakly against the cold ground, his breathing uneven, his thoughts slow and fragmented
His body refused to cooperate
Barely audible beneath the sound of rain
Cang Lan’s brows knit faintly, his gaze shifting slightly though his vision remained blurred
The sound felt unfamiliar, yet persistent—pulling at his awareness even as his body resisted
Slipping against wet stone as they rushed toward him
A figure appeared within his fading line of sight.
Her clothes were damp from the rain, her hair disheveled, strands clinging to her tear-streaked face
Her breathing was ragged, her expression filled with panic and fear as she stumbled forward, nearly collapsing as she reached him.
A yun/(mc maid)
Young master
Her voice trembled as she grabbed onto him carefully, as if afraid he might disappear if she held too tightly
His voice was weak, hoarse, barely carrying any strength
Her hands hovered around him, trembling, unsure where to touch without hurting him further.
Her eyes scanned his injuries, the blood, the pale skin, and her expression crumpled even more.
A yun/(mc maid)
Why… why are you like this…?
Tears mixed with rain as they fell freely down her cheeks.
A violent cough tore from his throat.
Blood spilled from his lips, sudden and heavy, staining the already damp fabric at his chest
The metallic taste flooded his senses, sharp and overwhelming, forcing his body to bend slightly as the pain surged again.
unknown
Who...who are you ?
But the girl only shook her head desperately
A yun/(mc maid)
“No… no, Young Master, don’t speak! You’re hurt—please
A yun/(mc maid)
Those people… those beasts…
Her expression twisted, anger bleeding through her fear
A yun/(mc maid)
How could they do this to you…? Just because—just because—
She bit her lip, her voice breaking into sobs
Cang Lan couldn’t follow.
The pain in his body pulsed again, stronger this time, dragging his awareness further away. His thoughts slipped, scattered, refusing to form properly
Cang Lan’s vision dimmed further
The rain blurred everything into indistinct shapes, the world melting into gray and sound
A yun/(mc maid)
Young master
A yun/(mc maid)
I won’t forgive them…!
A yun/(mc maid)
I won’t forgive anyone who did this to you
When Cang Lan opened his eyes again
In its place lingered a quiet warmth, faint and fragile, like something carefully preserved in a forgotten corner of time
For a moment, he did not move
The ceiling above him was wooden, aged but intact, its surface marked with thin cracks that spoke of years rather than neglect. The faint scent of herbs drifted through the air, mingling with something clean and simple
Slowly, awareness settled into his body
Not luxurious, not grand—just a narrow wooden frame with thin bedding. The fabric beneath him was rough but clean, and his clothes…
Cang Lan lowered his gaze, studying them for a brief moment before exhaling quietly
A faint sound broke the stillness.
He turned his head slightly.
Beside the bed stood a small wooden table, worn at the edges. And there—
She had fallen asleep sitting upright, her head resting awkwardly on her folded arms.
Cang Lan watched her in silence
Her brows furrowed faintly as she inhaled sharply, as if pulled back from uneasy rest. Slowly, she lifted her head, her eyes still heavy—
A yun/(mc maid)
Y-Young Master—?!
The chair scraped loudly as she stood up too quickly, nearly stumbling in her haste.
A yun/(mc maid)
You’re awake—!
She rushed to his side, her movements hurried but careful, as though afraid he might break.
A yun/(mc maid)
How do you feel?
A yun/(mc maid)
Does it hurt anywhere?
A yun/(mc maid)
Are you still dizzy?
A yun/(mc maid)
Do you need water?
A yun/(mc maid)
I— I can call someone—
The room fell silent again
Cang Lan slowly pushed himself up, his movements still weak but controlled. His body protested faintly, but he ignored it, adjusting himself into a seated position
His gaze rested on her briefly
A yun/(mc maid)
... young master ...?
Confusion flickered across her face, her fingers tightening slightly against her sleeves
But he did not repeat himself
A yun/(mc maid)
…You… don’t remember…?
The moment the name left her mouth—
Cang Lan’s body stiffened violently as something tore through his mind, sharp and merciless.
His fingers clenched against the bedding as a flood of memories surged forward, overwhelming and uncontrollable.
“The Emperor has chosen you.”
“You should be grateful.”
He saw someone beating him
Blows struck again and again, without restraint, without hesitation. Pain consumed everything, drowning out thought, drowning out breath.
“You think you have a choice?!”
Cang Lan gasped sharply, his body trembling faintly as he struggled to steady his breathing.
The pain lingered, dull but suffocating, as if his mind had been forced open and filled with something it did not want.
The room swayed slightly.
A yun/(mc maid)
“Young Master—?!”
A yun/(mc maid)
What’s wrong? Please—don’t scare me—!
Cang Lan exhaled slowly, his strength slipping away once more
His body fell back against the bed
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