I Am the Fated Villain

Chapter 853: The white-haired witch who attacks the heavens, you can call me the Demon Lord

Senior…

She turned towards Gu Changge and softly murmured.

“Do you understand now?” Gu Changge asked.

Barbara nodded, then hesitated, saying, “I’ve sorted out some memories, but much remains unclear.”

From what she recalled, she was the descendant of the original barbarians. These ancient barbarians had angered the ancient gods and were destroyed for some reason. To stop their return, the gods scattered their remains across the world.

Later, barbarian gods gained their power from these remains. Her grandfather, who raised her, was a servant of her father.

But why did he raise her? To watch over her, to make sure she followed a specific path?

Barbara needed clarification on these questions. Even her grandfather didn’t know why he did this; he was following embedded commands.

Maybe this is all part of a plan by a higher god, watching from afar,”

He not only killed my father but also made me go through reincarnation, turning me into a demon, probably to avenge my father.

Barbara’s face showed determination. She realized how, in each life, whenever she started remembering her past, her grandfather would step in, erase her memories, and ensure she stayed on the planned path. But unexpected things always happen.

Barbara’s expression became firm as she considered various possibilities.

In each life, whenever Barbara tried to recall her past, her grandfather would appear to fix the confusion, erase her memories, and ensure she followed a predetermined path.

However, each life brought unexpected events, like the recent revelation she experienced.

She was once the saint of her tribe, but she discovered that the ninth generation of these gods consumed the previous barbarian gods. Once revered by the barbarians, the gods were not as noble as believed. They were villains who deceitfully acquired their power.

This discovery led her to confront the ninth generation of barbarian gods during a sacrificial ceremony to reveal their true nature to her people.

Barbara realized the decline of the barbarians was due to the true barbarian gods having long vanished, perhaps even consumed by their successors as sustenance.

Barbara pondered this tragic truth, understanding why those who sought the barbarian gods never returned.

It explained the fate of her adoptive father, who would also meet a grim end four years later. Her grandfather, aware of all this, killed her adoptive father to hide the truth and prevent her from recalling her past.

With this realization, Barbara’s eyes reflected newfound clarity. As she reclaimed the memories her grandfather took, she felt internal barriers break away, unleashing ancient energies and knowledge within her. This power, tied to her heritage and cultivation, surged throughout her being, majestic and immense.

God? My real father?

Gu Changge observed silently, not interrupting Barbara’s contemplation. Her expression shifted as she voiced her thoughts, hinting that the truth she believed might be harsher than she imagined.

Gu Changge chose not to reveal the full extent of the harsh truth to Barbara. He believed that without experiencing such harshness firsthand, Barbara couldn’t truly evolve.

She was still entirely innocent in his eyes, a sharp contrast to the formidable, white-haired witch he had seen in his visions, a figure capable of challenging the heavens and startling timeless entities.

The journey to awakening the demon within her was beginning.

Senior…

Regaining her composure, Barbara looked at Gu Changge, unsure of what to say next.

“What do you plan to do now?” Gu Changge asked, smiling slightly.

“I seek revenge. I want to confront the gods, avenge the ninth generation, and my father’s death,” Barbara replied, her eyes alight with determination.

Gu Changge nodded, observing her intently.

“Even without my help, you possess the strength now. You can take on the ninth-level powers of this world.”

Barbara felt an overwhelming force within her, capable of challenging the mightiest in the world, including immortal forces equal to the Barbarian God Sect.

This strength partly stemmed from her legacy and partly from Gu Changge’s mysterious technique, which had consumed numerous elders of the Barbarian God Sect. She saw this technique as her key to vengeance.

“Senior, are you leaving?” Barbara asked, sensing a farewell in his words.

Gu Changge was more than a mentor to her; he was a beacon in her life. Without him, she felt she would be lost in deception and unprepared for the harsh reality.

Gu Changge laughed, a warm, comforting sound.

Barbara was captivated by this new side of him, her cheeks flushing as she remembered a dream about him. She was at an age where feelings of affection first blossomed, and she did not want to part from Gu Changge despite their brief acquaintance.

“In life, we meet in so many places, why feel sad about parting?” Gu Changge said gently, touching her head.

“Senior, I still don’t know your name,” Barbara said, looking down, her hands fidgeting beneath her sleeves.

Gu Changge smiled, looking into her eyes, and said, “You can call me the Demon Lord.”

Demon Lord…

Barbara etched this name in her heart, ready to face the challenges ahead.