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

Hecathe's eyes narrowed down on the screen that directly opened the messaging tab that had been last opened when he had gotten into that car accident.

Hecathe read the last message that had been sent to him and he tried to type in something as he wondered.

In the end, he did not know what to write, and hence, he simply stared at the screen blankly till he heard a notification.

Hecathe didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry but he did indeed sigh in relief as his lips unconsciously curled up with an honest smile.

In the end, it was fortunate that the two of them were alive and it was also assuring for Hecathe to know that everything that had happened had not been just a mere dream.

"Why are you smiling to yourself?" Azazel asked with a frown as he looked at Hecathe with suspicion.

He's alive.