cherlyswan

Over-confidence can get you killed or in Hecathe’s case, it can get you transmigrated into a parallel universe that is trying to kill you.

It all started with a simple, “Mom! I want to be a villain!”
 
Years later, Hecathe stood at the top of the economy with his Zuex company squeezing out every last penny from the pockets of the helpless consumers.  

One day he looked over at his secretary and confidently questioned, “When the country runs on your money, do you really think it matters if I’m driving legally or not?”

The heaven’s laughed as they heard this. To think that a mere human was this arrogant?! 

The heavens: “Let’s pull a UNO reverse card on him!” 

Hecathe’s eyes were glued to his phone as he heard the loud screeching of tires that made him look up and... 

Ha. Ha. Ha. 

The heavens probably had the last laugh... Or did they?
 
Hecathe remembered getting hit by a car but instead of waking up in a hospital, he woke up in a stinky jail with heavy chunks of metal chains wrapped around his whole body as if it were a straitjacket. 

An expensive custom-made straitjacket.





Fantasy || God-complex || Sci-fi || Villain protagonist || Politics || Mystery || Adventure || Suspense || Parallel universe || Bromance || Rich and Arrogant protagonist || Elements and magic || MechaXMagic ||
Story by: Cherlyswan 
Cover art by: Cherlyswan

The Legendary Pseudo-villain

"Just two hundred lenix?" Kelly blinked in surprise as she questioned.

Hecathe chuckled as he shook his head, "You'd be naive to think that I would agree to work for such a cheap amount."

"Then two thousand lenix?" Kelly questioned once again as a frown could be seen slowly forming on her face.

Hecathe shook his head and denied it again as he spoke, "That's not it."

"Then what?" Kelly cautiously asked as she had a foreboding feeling in her stomach.

Hecathe found the situation a bit familiar and he almost wanted to laugh as he remembered that he had also been guessing it wrong just like this when the landlady told him how much rent he would have to pay in the beginning.

"Two million," Hecathe spoke with a smirk and he saw the woman's face drop all colors.

Black-hearted bastard