Forced to Be a Villain: Starting With My Brain Extraction System

"What? How can you talk freely?"

When Han Luo heard Mo Zhiran's voice beside him, he was instantly dumbfounded. He thought Zhiran should've been under his control by now.

How could he still speak, let alone from right beside him?

Reflexively, Han Luo tried to turn around to look, but before he could, he realized he couldn't move at all.

It felt as though he was completely imprisoned.

"H-how… What did you do to me?"

Han Luo panicked the moment he realized his body wouldn't respond. And when he finally paid attention to it, a chill ran through him as it didn't feel human at all.

Rather, it seemed to be some kind of artificial vessel, small and lifeless.

The only thing he could move were his eyes, darting around in anxious disbelief. Even his divine sense was trapped, unable to leave.

This was just too bizarre.

"Wuyin Puppet, have you heard its name?"

Just as he was panicking about his soul's situation, he suddenly heard a faint voice of Zhiran.

"Wuyuin Puppet?"

For a moment, he didn't understand what he said as he was just too anxious.

But after calming down a little and carefully feeling the body he was in, he immediately realized what it was.

"W-wuyin Puppet? Forbidden demon art?"

A puppet art that could enslave the living soul of a person within a doll and use it to their advantage. It was a forbidden demonic technique, as this method could capture not only the souls of cultivators but also of mortals.

One didn't need to imagine what a demonic cultivator might have done with such an art for it to be deemed forbidden.

In fact, even the powerful demonic sects on this continent wouldn't dare to use it openly, lest they incur the collective wrath of the world.

"F-fuck… so you are a demonic cultivator? How did you appear so close to the Divine Cauldron Sect?"

Han Luo totally panicked the moment he realized he was trapped inside a Wuyin Puppet.

As someone who came from a family proficient in soul art, he knew the terror of this technique better than anyone.

Precisely so, he felt totally anxious. Now he regretted being impulsive and trying to take over another body.

"Forget about that. Young sir, you cannot use such a forbidden art to enslave my soul. I am someone from the Han family, you must know its name, right?"

Han Luo knew that if the figure in front of him was a demonic cultivator, begging for mercy or threatening wouldn't work at all. So he immediately exposed his identity.

"Han family? …from the Eminence Sect?"

Zhiran raised his eyebrow slightly, as if surprised.

"Yeah, Han family…the same one that is proficient in soul art. Although for some reason I am now in this form, my soul has an imprint from my ancestor."

So, whatever plan you are forming, it won't work on me."

Han Luo lied directly to arouse vigilance in Mo Zhiran. Then, feeling that the guy might have been scared by his identity, he struck while the iron was hot.

"Young sir, why don't you just release me this time? You know that if you do something to me, you will definitely suffer the consequences.

The Han family won't let anyone who harms its members go."

He first cleverly threatened with the truth, then immediately lowered himself to avoid arousing the demonic cultivator's anger with his words.

"Look, I know I made a mistake by attacking you and trying to take your body by force. It was my fault.

So I will apologize and give you a Peak Earth-rank soul technique as compensation. What do you think?"

Han Luo knew that without a decent bargaining chip, he wasn't going anywhere. So, after throwing the threat, he began offering a carrot.

"If you don't trust me, I can even swear the Heavenly Oath that I will do what I say and never retaliate against you.

Besides, I never even see your face clearly due to your disguise. So, I think this is best for both of us."

"What do you think?"

The circumstances were so desperate that Han Luo was forced to bring up the Heavenly Oath. He didn't believe this demonic cultivator wouldn't be tempted by his offer.

After all, for a rogue cultivator, an Earth-rank soul technique was far more valuable than the soul of a Foundation Establishment early-stage cultivator.

"Tsk… tsk… a mere early-stage Foundation Realm cultivator has an imprint from his ancestor? Who are you lying to?"

Zhiran heard everything Han Luo said and shook his head slightly.

"If you really have such an imprint, how can you be reduced like this?" he asked, rolling his eyes at the boast.

A soul imprint from an ancestor meant the person was extremely important to the Han family.

How could someone like that appear here, reduced to a mere soul body?

Zhiran could tell with his toes that this guy must be the same one who bid against Tianyu at the auction.

His condition right now was likely due to their clash.

As for him being from the Han family, Zhiran believed it as he knew Tianyu's enemies and the trouble they caused.

Still, he assumed this guy was just some peripheral member wandering outside.

"Cough… young sir, even if I don't have an imprint, I didn't lie about everything else. You really cannot enslave my soul."

Han Luo felt embarrassed that his lies were exposed, but he still issued the warning. And this time, he was telling the truth.

Although he didn't have an ancestral imprint to save his life, someone from the Han family could still locate his soul if they tried.

If that happened, Zhiran's situation could turn far worse.

So, in his opinion, it was better to make a deal that would be a win-win for both of them.

"Who said I am going to enslave you?"

Zhiran mumbled, looking at the makeshift doll that had finally stopped shaking, a faint smile on his lips.

All this time, he had been waiting for the Wuyin Puppet to complete its ritual.

Now that he was sure the puppet was secure and the soul could no longer escape, he breathed a quiet sigh of relief.

This time, he was lucky to have prepared for every possible situation. Otherwise, he might have lost his life here today.

"What? T-then…What are you trying to do with me?"

Han Luo was stunned by Zhiran's relaxed voice, completely devoid of greed.

Instead, he felt a sudden chill, as if murderous intent were pressing slowly down on him, hinting at a far more gruesome situation, his eyes went wide in disbelief…

"W-wait…"

"Swoosh!"

Han Luo tried to struggle, but suddenly he felt a large hand grab his head from above, holding him completely motionless.

This time, he couldn't even speak as only his puppet eyes were allowed to move, darting around restlessly, filled with dread and anxiety.

This time, he really saw the gate of death!

"Hmm?"

Mo Zhiran grabbed the tiny head of the Wuyin Puppet in his hand, intending to crush it and crumble the soul within to eliminate it completely, when suddenly a crisp, robotic voice sounded in his mind, followed by a blood‑red panel that appeared out of nowhere.

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[A fresh brain with a damaged level of 0% has been detected.]

[Do you want to perform extraction?]

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The prompt and the sound were similar to what he had heard before. Only this time, it truly surprised Zhiran, eliciting a loud reaction.

"What?"