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 bet she sent you here to spy on me," Zather chuckled dryly as she commented and Hecathe didn't know if he was supposed to laugh or cry as he heard this question.

That was exactly why the landlady had hired him.

"So what now? What are you going to tell her?" Zather leaned in forward on her desk as she asked.

Hecathe, "I'm going to tell her that you're doing good. There is no reason for me to say anything more than that."

Zather squinted suspiciously at the man as she heard this and asked, "Is that really it?"

Hecathe nodded his head with a sigh as he stood up once again, "You seem to be suspecting her of a lot of things but I can tell that she's just worried about you. She only asked me to check how you were doing and nothing more than that. Why don't you meet her once and try to sort out a few things?"