After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 186: Monster

The word “monster” didn’t always follow Bo Jingmo from the moment he was born.

At least for a while, he lived a relatively normal life.

The turning point came the year his father came back.

His father was a strange man. He hadn’t chosen to inherit the family company and instead worked outside for years. They didn’t even know what his job was—he rarely came home, and whenever he did, it was always in a rush.

Until a few years ago, his father suddenly returned home, but his face was completely lifeless, his eyes seemed to have lost all hope, and he became extremely moody.

They all assumed he had failed at starting a business, so no one dared to ask.

Until one day, his father’s eyes suddenly fell on Bo Jingmo.

Bai Hui could never forget that look—burning hot and crazed with delight, like an addict seeing his drug.

They were all frightened, unable to understand why their father would suddenly make such an expression.

Little Bo Jingmo didn’t understand it either. He didn’t even know what he had done wrong.

He just stood there in a daze as his father rushed over, grabbed his arms in a frenzy, and squeezed so hard it felt like he was going to crush his bones.

Those crazed eyes scanned him from head to toe.

Moments later, the man let out a spine-chilling laugh from his throat and muttered, “So it’s you…”

What was it?

While Bo Jingmo stood frozen in confusion, the man suddenly looked up, his pitch-black, murky pupils locking onto him.

He slowly spat out a few words:

“You monster.”

This man, as mad as he was, had just called his own son a monster.

No one could have predicted just how terrifying things would become after that.

Because from that moment on, everything changed.

Bo Jingmo’s life was turned completely upside down.

His father first locked him alone in a pitch-black, enclosed room, forbade anyone from bringing him food or water, and threatened them—if they told anyone, he would kill them all.

That year, Bo Jingmo was only ten years old.

She and their mother cried and begged him to open the door and let Bo Jingmo out, saying he’d die if this continued.

But their father shook his head like he was possessed and muttered, “He won’t. He won’t die. Monsters don’t die.”

Five days. A full five days.

Bo Jingmo didn’t eat a single thing, not even a drop of water.

At that age, how could any child possibly survive that?

So when the door finally opened, neither their mother nor Bai Hui dared to look inside. They both thought for sure Bo Jingmo was dead.

But when they saw the boy sitting in the corner, they froze.

Bo Jingmo was still alive.

It should have been a joyous moment, but instead, they were chilled to the bone.

Because the Bo Jingmo in that room… had completely changed.

In the dark room, only a sliver of light from the hallway shone in, landing right on the boy in the corner.

He was thin, curled up with arms wrapped around himself, on high alert. The whites of his eyes were blood-red, and his pupils were unnaturally pitch-black. That look… he really did seem like a monster.

The boy just sat there, quietly staring at them. Everyone’s scalp tingled instantly. A silent warning of danger filled the air.

Just then, their father’s delighted and unrestrained laughter rang out from behind them.

“Hahahahaha!! I told you he was a monster!! Now you believe me, don’t you?! He’s a complete monster!!”

Bai Hui stared blankly at the scene. A sudden pain shot through her arm. She looked down—it was her mother, gripping her arm so tightly her nails dug into her flesh.

Then came the woman’s trembling, hushed voice in her ear.

“No… no, that’s impossible…”

Then her voice suddenly grew loud, “My son can’t be a monster. That’s not my son!!”

As soon as the words left her lips, their mother fainted.

What followed was utter chaos, with only the father’s crazed excitement and Bo Jingmo’s cold indifference standing out from the rest.

Looking at the scratch marks on her arm from her mother, then at the surrounding mess, Bai Hui’s mind was in turmoil.

She couldn’t understand how her little brother, who was just a quiet, aloof kid, could suddenly become a monster.

After that incident, their father’s torment of Bo Jingmo never stopped.

He would lock animals in with Bo Jingmo. At first, it was just kittens and puppies. Then it escalated to ferocious large animals. The violent barking had all the manor’s servants terrified.

No one knew what went on behind that door.

They only knew that when it opened, the air reeked of blood, the floor was soaked in it, and the once-raging beasts now lay dying.

And that black-haired, red-eyed boy sat beside the carcasses, his hands stained with blood, his pale, delicate face splattered with it. Like a cherry blossom on snow—shockingly beautiful.

Those demonic red eyes were noble and cold, but void of all emotion. Just ice.

Hearing the noise, the boy slowly turned his head.

His lips curled upward, the arc of his smile cruel and bloodthirsty, like a blade slicing across one’s throat, sending chills down the spine.

“Ah—!!!”

The next second, a servant’s shrill scream pierced the air, shattering the last trace of silence.

From then on, word that the Bo family’s young master was a monster spread like wildfire. Everyone avoided him, even afraid to go near the locked room.

But their father became even more excited. He’d bring out venomous snakes or scorpions and let them crawl all over Bo Jingmo, biting him.

Then he’d watch the boy’s face flush with pain and shout excitedly, “Kill them! Kill them all!”

He even invited Bai Hui and their mother to watch, exclaiming with glee, “See! This is a monster! Nothing can kill him!!”

Seeing her brother curled up on the floor, Bai Hui felt her breath hitch. She turned to her mother, hoping she’d tell their father to stop.

But their mother only trembled and silently turned away to cry.

Seeing this, Bai Hui’s pupils contracted. She looked back down at Bo Jingmo—only to meet those blood-red eyes. Her heart jolted violently.

Those eyes… had no light left in them.

Only numb, lifeless emptiness.

Bo Jingmo might have resisted. He might have refused to yield. But it made little difference.

He was forced under the water in the pool over and over, experiencing the brink of death again and again. He was beaten by countless people. Not resisting meant dying.

What their father wanted was Bo Jingmo’s explosive rage when he reached rock bottom.

But after each outburst, the father would start scolding him again.

“Bo Jingmo, why can’t you control your emotions?”

“You can’t even handle a little provocation?! You really are nothing but a raving monster!”

“I’ve told you so many times! Don’t show that monstrous side of you!!”

This cycle of torment continued for… a year.

Bo Jingmo was tortured by his own biological father for an entire year.