Transmigrated As A Cannon Fodder Sacrifice, I Tricked An Evil God Into Becoming My Live-In Husband - Chapter 1

The cold was bone-chilling, like countless icy needles piercing her bones.

The stench was overwhelming—the reek of bl00d mingled with the earthy rot of decay. Each breath she took dragged the nauseating stench into her lungs.

Zheng Qiuyu opened her eyes.

Instead of the familiar white ceiling of a hospital room, she saw only darkness—an impenetrable blackness as thick as ink, stretching endlessly above her.

She tried to move, but her wrists and ankles met something cold and hard, accompanied by the clanking of metal chains.

She was shackled.

Her body was pinned to a large stone altar, its surface icy to the touch.

She lowered her head, straining to see in the faint, inexplicable light.

She was dressed in a crimson robe, intricately embroidered with strange golden patterns. It was beautiful, like a wedding gown, yet felt deeply ominous—the garment of a sacrificial offering.

Her hands and feet were bound by thick, black iron chains, their other ends bolted into the stone altar.

The altar itself was covered in writhing, serpentine characters that seemed to writhe as she watched.

Beyond the altar, in the deeper darkness, mountains of white bones loomed like despairing peaks.

Where am I? Hell?

Suddenly, a flood of memories not her own surged into her mind, causing a searing pain and a deafening roar in her head.

She had transmigrated into a novel.

She had transmigrated into a fantasy novel she had just finished reading, one where the male lead was exceptionally powerful.

Unfortunately, she hadn’t become the female lead or even a supporting character. Instead, she had become a cannon fodder character—the Zheng Clan’s legitimate daughter, also named Zheng Qiuyu. According to the novel, the Zheng Clan, seeking to curry favor with the Evil God and gain power, had sacrificed their legitimate daughter, who possessed the Pure Yin Physique, to Zhuohuo, the Evil God imprisoned within the ancient prison of Gui Xu.

Today was the day of the bl00d sacrifice.

Her mission was to use her pure yin bl00d and pristine soul to break the seal on the Divine Coffin and awaken the terrifying being who had slumbered for ten thousand years.

Then, the awakened god would devour her as his first morsel, tearing her apart and consuming her.

Zheng Qiuyu’s heart sank like a stone.

She instinctively looked at her wrist.

A deep gash oozed bl00d in a steady stream, the crimson liquid trickling down her cold skin and into an intricate hole in the center of the stone altar.

As her bl00d drained away, her body grew colder and weaker. Her consciousness felt like it was drifting, and she knew she was dying.

No!

She didn’t want to die!

She had only just recovered from a severe illness and hadn’t even had a chance to truly live. How could she die in this hellish place?

Zheng Qiuyu struggled desperately, the heavy iron chains clanging against the stone, but it was futile.

The chains seemed to come alive, tightening their grip and causing her bones to ache.

Despair, like the surrounding darkness, engulfed her.

Suddenly, the entire Divine Prison shuddered violently!

Boom!

The earth trembled and mountains shook. The piles of white bones beside the stone platform cascaded downward as if in terror.

From the deepest darkness before the platform came a series of cracking sounds crunch, crunch.

Zheng Qiuyu’s bl00d had drained completely.

The cave absorbed the last drop, emitting an eerie crimson glow.

An indescribable, soul-crushing pressure surged from the shattered area, pressing down with terrifying force.

He was coming!

He was awakening!

The pressure pinned Zheng Qiuyu to the stone platform, rendering her utterly immobile. Her soul trembled and screamed.

Bang!

A deafening explosion shook the heavens and earth.

In the darkness ahead, the lid of a massive coffin—forged from an unknown divine metal—exploded outward.

Fragments imbued with divine power scattered wildly, leveling the surrounding mountains of white bones.

A figure slowly sat up within the coffin.

It was a man.

His hair, long and snow-white, hung in stark contrast to the surrounding darkness.

His skin was translucent, his face inhumanly beautiful—like the finest masterpiece of the heavens, yet with an unsettling, almost demonic quality.

When he opened his eyes, all the light in the Guixu Divine Prison seemed to be drawn into them.

Those were bl00d-red eyes.

They held no emotion—no joy, no anger, not even the lingering haze of awakening.

Only absolute, eternal indifference, seeing all things as insects and all beings as mere dust.

This was Zhuohuo, the world-destroying Evil God who, upon his first appearance in the book, had annihilated several Immortal Sects and darkened the skies.

Zhuohuo’s gaze slowly, without the slightest ripple, settled on Zheng Qiuyu, who was bound to the stone altar.

His eyes regarded her like a bug easily crushed between his fingers.

No, not even a bug.

Just a snack conveniently placed before him.

Zheng Qiuyu felt an invisible hand grip her heart, choking off her breath.

She tried to scream, but her throat was mute. She wanted to beg for mercy, but knew it would be futile against such a being.

Death had never felt so clear, so imminent.

Zhuohuo moved.

Without even rising from the Divine Coffin, he slowly raised his hand from across the chamber, aiming it at Zheng Qiuyu.

The hand was beautiful—long, slender, with distinct knuckles.

That hand gently pointed at the space between Zheng Qiuyu’s eyebrows.

In an instant, Zheng Qiuyu felt her soul being torn from her body by an irresistible force.

Her consciousness spiraled into a black hole, fading rapidly.

The cold of death enveloped her.

It’s over.

This is the end.

Just as her soul was about to be ripped away, a cold, emotionless, mechanical voice exploded in her mind without warning!

Ding!

Host’s extreme desire to live detected. Criteria met!

Truth-Speaking, Heaven-Deceiving System activated!

What the hell?!

Zheng Qiuyu’s fading consciousness jolted awake!

A System? My golden finger? Where have you been all this time?! Another half-second and I’d have been gone for good!

The mechanical voice ignored her, continuing rapidly

Newbie Quest Survive Zhuohuo’s scorching flames for ten minutes.

Hint The target deity, Zhuohuo, has been imprisoned for ten thousand years. His soul is severely damaged, and the Heavenly Dao Laws have stripped away his emotions and memories. He now understands nothing, like a blank slate.

Seize this one-of-a-kind opportunity!

Emotions and memories stripped away? Understands nothing? Like a blank slate?

The words struck Zheng Qiuyu’s mind like lightning, shattering the chaos of fear and despair.

Her heart, which had stopped for a few seconds, began to pound wildly!

The only opportunity! The only opportunity!

She understood!

Though Zhuohuo possessed immense power, he was like an infant wielding world-destroying force! He didn’t understand deception, lies, or even what I meant!

A mad idea surged through her mind.

This was a high-stakes gamble!

Lose, and die instantly.

Win, and live!

She needed to craft a lie that Zhuohuo couldn’t verify, yet would resonate with his primal instincts—a lie that would make him see her as special!

At that moment, the soul-tearing force emanating from Zhuohuo’s fingertips reached its peak. Zheng Qiuyu felt as if her skull were about to be ripped open!

No time to think!

Now!

She forcefully suppressed the soul-rending terror deep within her, summoning every ounce of acting skill from two lifetimes.

Her eyes, wide with fear, instantly brimmed with tears.

In a single second, her gaze shifted from deathly terror to wild joy, wounded pride, desperate longing, and a complex tangle of emotions beyond comprehension.

Her lips trembled, as if struggling to articulate a torrent of unspoken words.

She looked exactly like a lovelorn woman who had finally found her beloved after ten thousand years of separation.

Just as Zhuohuo’s fingertip, radiating divine power capable of shattering her skull, was about to strike, Zheng Qiuyu mustered her last shred of strength and cried out to the handsome, cold god in the Divine Coffin

Husband!

The word seemed to possess a magical power.

Time seemed to freeze.

Zhuohuo’s movements halted.

The divine energy at his fingertip, capable of annihilating all creation, hovered steadily an inch from Zheng Qiuyu’s forehead.

The invisible force whipped her hair and tattered clothes into a frenzy.

Yet the lethal strike never fell.

In Zhuohuo’s bl00d-red eyes, stagnant as millennia-old water, a crack finally appeared.

It wasn’t murderous intent, nor was it confusion. It was something purer… bewilderment.

He stared at the tear-streaked, wildly emotional mortal woman before him.

Then, slowly, as if mimicking her earlier words, he spoke in a dry, unfamiliar voice, like the cracking of ten-thousand-year-old ice

…Husband?