Seven Men Chapter 2
Translated by Helliot at Isohungry Translations
Edited by LazyJes
Chapter 2
One of the seven lords of the demon realm, Mo Jiu Shao, bearer of malign pride, possessed looks that could overturn the world and an unparalleled elegance. On the surface, he appeared pure and pristine, but in truth, he was cunning and treacherous—shrewd to the core, with intelligence beyond imagination. Yet, he despised human nature. He delighted in pushing people into the abyss, using the gentlest means, savoring the despair in their eyes as they faced betrayal in their final moments.
Chu Mu Yun had an exceptional memory; he never forgot anything he saw. He certainly wouldn't forget something he wrote.
Thus, he understood all too well the sick pleasures of the beautiful man before him.
Mo Jiu Shao leaned down, his black hair cascading with a faint fragrance. The tenderness in his eyes was like a tranquil pool of water. "Don’t be afraid. I'm a friend of your father. I am deeply sorry for what happened. Unfortunately, I arrived too late and could not save them. But at least they risked their lives to protect you…"
Chu Mu Yun listened intently to his lies without so much as blinking.
Mo Jiu Shao’s long, pale fingers gently brushed the young man's forehead. "Come with me. I will help you find the one responsible. How does that sound?"
Chu Mu Yun watched him, his gaze unblinking. Only after a long silence did he respond: "...Okay."
He knew the character he had written better than anyone. If he refused now, his corpse would be in pieces the next moment. There was no need to seek trouble where none was needed. Mo Jiu Shao is already quite good. At the very least, he would carry you gently to heaven before throwing you into hell.
Though he would face an even more tragic end if he fell in such a way, that was a concern for later. Once he left this place, he would stay as far away from this pervert as possible—cutting all ties so that nothing could happen.
While Chu Mu Yun was surprised to have been sent to this world, he accepted it without resistance. After all, he was a single man free of all constraints. It made no difference where he lived.
Upon hearing his reply, a faint smile curled Mo Jiu Shao’s lips. His pale hand reached toward him.
He intended to pull him up, but when Chu Mu Yun lifted his hands, he noticed how pitifully small and grimy they were, smudged with dirt and streaked with blood. Compared to Mo Jiu Shao’s hand, the difference was like the bright moon and dirt, a difference of heaven and earth, as if anything he touched would become corrupted.
Chu Mu Yun hesitated.
But in the next moment, Mo Jiu Shao enclosed his hand in his own.
His hands were as warm as a piece of top quality jade, delicate and smooth, making him feel reluctant to release his grasp.
His palm was as warm as the finest jade, smooth and delicate, so inviting it made one reluctant to let go. With a gentle pull, Mo Jiu Shao lifted him into his arms. A soft, tangy fragrance enveloped him, pushing away the stench of blood, smoke, and decay. In this small, isolated space, the suffocating tension in Chu Mu Yun’s body unconsciously eased.
Mo Jiu Shao leaned in close to his ear and murmured, "Your leg is injured. I will carry you back and treat it."
Confusion flickered in Chu Mu Yun’s eyes. He responded nervously, "Okay."
His timid demeanor deepened the smile at the corners of Mo Jiu Shao’s lips. Patting his frail back, he said warmly, "Close your eyes and rest. Don’t be afraid. From now on, I am here—no one will bully you."
Chu Mu Yun obediently rested his head on his shoulder, but after looking away, his nervous and confused eyes turned dark and cold in an instant.
The moment Mo Jiu Shao touched him, a beep rang out in his mind, followed by a mechanical voice: "Locking onto the target, please collect information as soon as possible, complete the task."
An ordinary person might have been terrified by such an eerie voice, but Chu Mu Yun remained calm. On one hand he had an extraordinary mentality, and on the other he was already all too clear about Mo Jiu Shao’s personality. This man seemed gentle on the surface, but if you were to make any mistakes in front of him, the consequences would be disastrous.
Doubts swirled in his mind, but he held back his questions. Silently, he leaned into Mo Jiu Shao’s embrace, focusing on processing the situation.
This world was the Demon Realm. The man holding him was Mo Jiu Shao. Yet, Chu Mu Yun was certain he had never written this scenario—which meant this must be the prequel to the plot.
Given what he knew about Mo Jiu Shao, it wasn’t surprising for him to wipe out an entire family, killing hundreds of people only to kindly adopt an orphan. That was precisely the kind of twisted pleasure he sought.
Initially, Chu Mu Yun had planned to leave as soon as possible and stay far away from Mo Jiu Shao. But after hearing the mechanical voice in his mind, he knew it wouldn’t be so simple.
Mo Jiu Shao, one of the seven demon lords, was exceptionally powerful. In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the Temple of the Demon Lord atop Thousand Phoenix Peak.
Much like Mo Jiu Shao’s facade, the palace stood amidst clouds, with jade stairs and beams of green crystal. Idyllic, paradise-like—nothing resembling the demon realm at all.
As he walked in while carrying Chu Mu Yun, the head of his personal guards saluted him respectfully. "My lord."
Mo Jiu Shao acknowledged them with a faint response.
Chu Mu Yun considered his reaction, then feigned unease, lifting his head.
"Lord?"
Mo Jiu Shao gazed at him gently. "Would you be willing to call me father?"
Chu Mu Yun hesitated. The hierarchy here was a mess. Theoretically, I should be your father.
But Mo Jiu Shao, oblivious to this irony, patted his back reassuringly. "No rush. You've just lost your parents. Mentioning it now must only bring you pain."
If you really want to avoid making other people sad, can you not wipe out their families?
Although he complained in his heart, Chu Mu Yun maintained his grief-stricken expression, lowering his gaze in sorrow.
Mo Jiu Shao sighed lightly and pulled him into his embrace once more.
Chu Mu Yun looked at the pale neck before him and felt a sense of regret. Mo Jiu Shao’s appearance was entirely his type. If not for his terrible personality, he really would not mind having a go at things with him.
It’s too bad that right now……thinking about this person’s disposition, he could only sigh in his heart: If he had known that he would transmigrate into this book one day, he should’ve just set Mo Jiu Shao up to die.
As the thought flashed through his mind, that cold mechanical voice appeared again: "He he."
Chu Mu Yun raised his eyebrows, but as usual he endured it, and did not open his mouth.
Mo Jiu Shao arranged for him to stay in the side hall, personally caring for him over the next three days. He treated his injuries, ate with him, coaxed him to sleep—his gentleness was enough to make anyone let their guard down, trust him, and even covet him.
If Chu Mu Yun had been the original owner of this body—a pampered eleven-year-old who had lost everything—he would have already fallen into Mo Jiu Shao’s trap. And within a few years, he’d be done for.
Unfortunately, this core had already changed.
Actually, Chu Mu Yun had passed these three days comfortably. Mo Jiu Shao was born overly beautiful, and he liked to put on a façade of purity resembling a celestial being, displaying it before Chu Mu Yun’s eyes—his every move an attempt to lure him. Fortunately, this body had not yet matured; otherwise, he would have had to quench his fire.
On the fourth day, Chu Mu Yun’s legs had mostly recovered. Mo Jiu Shao was not one to idle around. Taking three days off for a mere toy was already generous. Nurturing someone required more than just constant attention—you had to create distance, alternating between closeness and detachment. Only by showing hesitation could you truly capture someone’s heart.
Mo Jiu Shao finally left, and Chu Mu Yun could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
After three days of acting, he had almost started believing himself to be a genuine, pitiful little white flower.
When the dangerous character left, he relaxed his nerves. His dark pupils sharpened, and his once-soft, juvenile voice turned cold: "Who are you?"
There was nobody in the room. He was speaking to the voice in his mind.
The mechanical voice responded coldly: "You can call me Zero."
Chu Mu Yun narrowed his eyes: "You’re the one who brought me to this world?"
"You could say that."
"Why?"
"To have all the seven lords of the demon realm fall in love with you."
Chu Mu Yun was stunned. It sounded so absurd that he almost laughed. "And if I refuse?"
Zero seemed unsurprised. "You have no desire to return to your original world, nor do you fear death. If you refuse, you will experience tragic deaths at the hands of these seven men, one by one."
Chu Mu Yun’s face darkened. This damn thing actually understood him well.
But he had never been one to be controlled. "Nobody can force me to do what I don’t want to do."
Zero was very clear about his temperament: "If you complete the task, you will get the object of your desires."
Chu Mu Yun laughed: "And how would you know what I want?"
Zero paused for a moment before replying mechanically, "You know."
That simple, emotionless response made Chu Mu Yun fall into deep thought.
The object of his desires... There was indeed something he had always longed for. Something he had craved for as long as he could remember.
After a long silence, he finally spoke.
"…Deal."
Regrettably, there was likely no one in this world who understood those seven lunatics better than Chu Mu Yun—after all, he created them. Wrapping them around his finger would be easy.
The only headache-inducing part? When designing them, he had unconsciously projected aspects of himself onto them. And although he was born with stunning looks, it was a shame that he was a proper top. If he really ended up on top of Mo Jiu Shao… Forget falling in love—he’d probably get his corpse dismembered the very next moment.
If he had known he would transmigrate, he would’ve written them as little fairies desperate to be f*cked every day.
Truly, what a regret.
