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 thought we are all here for the gambling," Hecathe spoke with a smirk as he looked straight at the young man who looked to be surprised and a bit afraid of this man dressed as a hunter.

"Who the hell are you?" The young man frowned as he questioned without bothering to be polite.

"Me?" Hecathe chuckled as he shrugged his shoulder, "I'm just someone visiting."

The young man didn't look to have believed it but he didn't say or ask anything more.

"So place the last card," Hecathe instructed as his eyes narrowed down on the young man.

With just the piercing glare that Hecathe was giving him, it could be clear that Hecathe wasn't too impressed or pleased with this young man and his lovely discussion about Alphius.

"He's right," One of the older two men, who was playing, chuckled as he spoke up, "Get this over with. Why are you dragging this on?"

Who the hell are you?!