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 landlady came back at night during dinner time and she had a bright green umbrella with her that she neatly folded and kept on the broken umbrella stand that was still manageable.

"You were really out?" Hecathe asked with surprise as he looked at the woman who had returned so late.

He had only come down to see whether the Landlady had returned or not but it was still a surprise to see such perfect timing.

The woman smiled as she heard him and instead of giving a straightforward answer to the question, she asked him back, "Am I not allowed to go outside?"

Hecathe pursed his lips into a thin line as he heard this and looked down at the woman's eight legs as he asked, "I don't know. Are you?"

The landlady chuckled as she heard this response and shook her head as she spoke, understanding what Hecathe was probably thinking about, "It doesn't matter. There are not many people outside in such bad weather."

Do you know who?