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

"What about Raven? Didn't you say he was getting a warm welcome?" Hecathe raised his eyebrows as he asked with suspicion.

"The warm welcome is naturally over," Kelly shrugged her shoulders as she responded, "Just because he's new, I can't have him slack off doing nothing. He has to work hard if he wants to be accepted by the other members."

"Did he also agree to this mission?" Hecathe lifted the file as he asked.

Kelly smiled as she heard this question, "Of course, he agreed to it. I can't force him to take missions. You're the one I paid and not him. I can force you to take mission but if he refuses, there is nothing I can do about it."

Hecathe frowned as he heard this. This woman was proudly stating that she owned Hecathe at this point, however, Hecathe didn't focus on that too much as he found it harder to believe that Raven had agreed to this mission.

A sticky person