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

"I've heard that you were curious about the origin of the dorgon egg?" The man commented in a questioning manner and Hecathe nodded as he confirmed it.

"Sir, this Dorgon Egg is the only heir to the golden blood of the Dorgon Emperor, there is nothing for you to worry about. This is the best of the best you can get!" The auctioneer reassured as he exclaimed.

Hecathe chuckled as he heard this and informed, "That's not why I was curious."

"Eh?" The man tilted his head in confusion as he heard this.

"I'm not curious to know if the Dorgon Egg is of the best quality or not. After all, a Dorgon Egg is still a Dorgon egg and it would work just fine no matter what type of blood it has."

The auctioneer gulped and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he chuckled, "That's also right. Haha..."

The emperor's heir