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 woman opened the door and entered the balcony before going over towards one side and closing the curtain, making it so that nobody else could peek in.

"Didn't I already provide a sample?" Hecathe asked cautiously as he glanced at the woman whose face was covered with a white mask.

The woman nodded her head as she responded, "You have provided us and we have checked but we need to check all hundred mutant beads."

"To ensure that I'm not trying to trick you?" Hecathe frowned as he questioned and the woman nodded her head without any sense of hesitation as she confirmed.

"Hundred mutant beads is no small amount so we have to be extra careful," She explained with her emotionless voice.

"I understand," Hecathe sighed as he took out the hundred mutant beads that were kept in a pouch and carelessly handed them over to the woman.

Private sale?