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

The auctioneer also looked around for a minute as he waited to see if there was anyone with deeper pockets who was just really hungry for a fried Dorgon Egg, but as expected, even Raven had backed down from this bidding war so it need not even be said that nobody else dared to fight Hecathe either.

Hecathe smirked in satisfaction as he heard the silence that was followed by the auctioneer's announcement.

"T-then Ten trilled Lenix going once!"

"Master... You weren't kidding when you said you were the villain..." The Dorgon commented and Hecathe simply chuckled as he heard this.

Hecathe didn't expect anyone to place a higher bid and just as he had predicted, there was nobody desperate enough to waste away their money like that.

"Going thrice!" The auctioneer took a sharp breath in as he announced loudly and clearly, "And sold!"

The rare flower