Transmigrated villain – My Fiancée Orders Me To Beg The Male Lead's Forgiveness Chapter 487 - "Paying the Debt"

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Born in a small village at the foot of Qingfeng Mountain.

Mo Xiaobai grew up as an orphan, surviving on occasional charity from villagers and scavenging trash.

A life of neglect and hardship turned him into a sneaky, opportunistic boy—he even developed the bad habit of peeping on widows bathing in the village.

One day, while spying through a window, he was caught by the villagers.

Fearing a beating, he panicked and jumped down to escape.

In the process, a rusty wire accidentally scratched his eye.

It was a minor injury, but as a “little beggar,” Mo Xiaobai had no money for treatnt.

On top of that, he had no clean or sanitary place to rest, and his body was perpetually filthy.

So, day by day, he watched as his wound worsened.

Day by day, his vision grew blurrier.

Until one night.

Lying in a dark alley, trying to sleep, he finally broke down—

“Why!”

“Why can’t I see!”

“My eyes! My eyes!”

He scread in despair.

But as he paused to catch his breath.

(We...)

(We can restore your sight!)

A faint, ethereal voice suddenly echoed around him.

“Who’s there? Who’s speaking?”

The voice seed to co from everywhere, making it impossible to pinpoint its source.

(We can also grant you power beyond ordinary n, allowing you to reach the pinnacle of life!)

(But the question is, what will you offer in return?)

Restore his sight? Power?

Soone must be playing a cruel joke on him!

But having already hit rock bottom, Mo Xiaobai instinctively responded:

“If you can make see again, if you can give power, I’ll give you my life in return!”

(Swear it.)

The mysterious voice guided him—

“I swear!”

“If you help , I’ll give you anything!”

(Heh, good.)

(Pick up that stone, and you’ll understand.)

After the voice spoke.

Mo Xiaobai noticed a strange glow emanating from the fertilizer bag he used to collect trash.

Even with his near-blindness, the glow was unmistakable.

He opened the bag and found the source—a black-and-white stone he had picked up earlier that day.

(Pick it up. Don’t be afraid!)

“......”

In the end, Mo Xiaobai picked up the stone and held it tightly.

He had a gut feeling that his destiny was about to change—

(Hahaha!)

Black-and-white mist seeped out of the stone and entered Mo Xiaobai’s body.

The next mont, his vision suddenly cleared.

“My... my eyes are healed!?”

(That’s right!)

This ti, following the voice, Mo Xiaobai saw two eerie figures materialize before him.

One was shrouded in holy light, resembling an angel, while the other was cloaked in black mist, like a demon.

—They were clearly not of this world.

“Who... who are you?”

Seeing the two figures, Mo Xiaobai felt an instinctive fear.

However, the figures ignored his question and continued speaking to each other:

(From today onward, you are our master!)

(Your eyes are both our contract and our weapon.)

(We will give you everything you desire!)

An ancient-looking pouch appeared before Mo Xiaobai.

(Rember, do not open this pouch until the very end!)

(Hehehe!)

With that, the two figures disappeared into Mo Xiaobai’s eyes.

***

After this bizarre encounter.

Mo Xiaobai’s life began to turn around.

Not only did he gain the Yin-Yang Eyes, but a passing Daoist from Qingfeng Temple also noticed his Pure Yang Body and took him in as a personal disciple.

At Qingfeng Temple.

While other disciples diligently practiced, the lazy and carefree Mo Xiaobai advanced the fastest.

—As a result, his smooth-sailing life made him forget the hardships of his “beggar days” and the promise he had made.

Until now, when he once again faced despair.

Finally, he took out the pouch he had kept hidden all this ti.

Opening it—

“A promissory note: I offer everything I have in exchange for power that is not mine.”

Inside was just a single piece of paper.

The note bore those words.

“What... what is this?!”

Mo Xiaobai couldn’t help but cry out, a sense of dread rising in his heart.

And at that mont—

(Hehehe...)

His “Yin-Yang Eyes” began to spin uncontrollably.

Black-and-white mist swirled around him.

For the first ti since that fateful day, the two figures reappeared.

(You have truly disappointed us...)

(After all these years of nurturing you, we had hoped you would open the ‘door’...)

(But since you’re so useless, we’ll have to do it ourselves!)

Hearing this, Mo Xiaobai seed to realize sothing and scread in panic:

“I don’t know!”

“This doesn’t count!”

Desperately, he pointed at Wang Haoran:

“Kill him!”

“It’s all his fault!”

“If you kill him, everything will be fine!”

However, the two eerie figures ignored his pleas.

The mont the pouch was opened, Mo Xiaobai’s debt was due.

(You swore an oath, and now you must fulfill it.)

(No one can save you now, because this is the promise you made with your own mouth!)

Laughing maniacally, the figures violently entered Mo Xiaobai’s body.

Black-and-white energy surged within him.

He writhed on the ground in agony.

And after a few seconds—

(Hehehe...)

Now fully transford, the “new Mo Xiaobai” slowly stood up.

He laughed maniacally in front of Wang Haoran.

“......”

“What is this? One thought to ascend, fearless of gods and demons?”

“Am I supposed to turn into so kind of Emperor Hero now?”

Looking at Mo Xiaobai’s face—half pristine and handso, half charred and grotesque like it had been through an explosion.

Wang Haoran imdiately thought of a certain “God-Demon Duality” .

Upon closer inspection, Mo Xiaobai’s left shoulder seed to sprout faint white wings, while his right side bore devilish horns.

His appearance scread “bad news.”

(Heh, now that we’ve taken over this boy’s body.)

(We must avenge him.)

(Indeed, our secrets have been exposed.)

(Ti to act.)

“Mo Xiaobai” spoke in two distinct voices, answering himself.

Then, he turned to Wang Haoran—

“......”

His expression froze for a mont.

“This guy...”

“Reminds of that hateful woman...”

“Yes, I thought of her too...”

They were supposed to be conquerors of this world, yet a re human woman had once driven them into hiding like stray dogs.

In the end, they had to tear apart their own souls to escape.

Rembering this, “their” gaze toward Wang Haoran grew even more vicious:

“Boy, prepare to die!”

A crushing aura surged toward him.