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

"W-What?" The man was a bit intimidated by Hecathe's height that was clearly taller than him but he still pretended to be unfazed. However, one couldn't say that he did a good job at pretending since his fear could be seen in his eyes.

"I'm the type of man that doesn't easily get fooled," Hecathe spoke up, giving an answer to the man's previous question.

"So now tell me, which one of you has the ability to change cards," Hecathe didn't even bother giving the man time to say anything as he questioned in all seriousness.

The man immediately gulped in response as he heard the question and looked to be a bit scared as he shook his head and stuttered out, "W-What are you talking about? What changing c-cards?"

Hecathe sighed as he looked at the face of the poor liar, "Why are you trying to waste my time? If I ask you a question, you give me an answer, isn't that how it works?"

Hecathe glared at the man who refused to talk.

Where is the rat?