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

"Not everyone in this room may agree with my plan and that is perfectly okay. Which is why I'll give you time to think about it before you agree," Hecathe continued with a sigh, "I'll be leading a new rebellion."

No one know who had gulped but the room was silent enough to even make such a sound audible to everyone.

"A rebellion...?" One of the Generals muttered in disbelief as his eyes narrowed down on Hecathe with suspicion.

Hecathe didn't waver at all as he confidently nodded his head and confirmed it, "A rebellion against the three willows of spring."

"Why so suddenly?" Since no one was asking this question, the little Dorgon took it upon himself to loudly question.

Hecathe, "Because the three willows of spring killed my father's old friend."

The Generals were once again shocked to hear this as they looked around in confusion.

A rebellion?