Chapter 2 – No Money, No Plan, No Frickin Idea

Somewhere on the Road – Immediate Regrets

I had escaped.

That was the good news.

The bad news?

I had no money.

No backup plan.

And to top it all off, I was riding a stolen horse with a very obvious noble crest on its saddle.

Sh*t.

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The Reality of Being a Runaway Villain

The night air was cold as hell, and the dirt road beneath me stretched endlessly into the distance.

I had no clue where I was going.

I just knew that if I stayed in my family's estate, I'd be dead.

But now that the adrenaline was fading…

I realized just how screwed I actually was.

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✔ No Money – I left everything behind. I had zero gold, no bank access, and no emergency funds.

✔ No Contacts – In the game, I had zero allies because I was a disposable villain.

✔ No Plan – My entire strategy was "run away and figure it out later."

I groaned. "Goddamn it. I should've at least stolen some money first."

The horse neighed, clearly judging me.

I glared at it. "Don't give me that sh*t. I saved your ass too."**

It neighed again.

Stupid horse.

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The Bounty Announcement – Wanted: The Runaway Villain

I rode for hours before finally seeing signs of civilization—a small village on the horizon.

Finally. Maybe I could find food, shelter, and some information.

But as I approached, I heard something very concerning.

A town crier stood in the center of the village, holding up a royal decree.

"Attention, citizens! By order of the Royal Family—Lord Leonis Veldra is to be captured immediately!"

…Oh, f*ck me.

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Reading My Own Bounty Like an Idiot

I quickly tied my horse outside the village and hid in the shadows, listening to the town crier.

✔ Wanted for: Treason against the Kingdom.

✔ Suspected Connection to Dark Magic.

✔ Reward for Capture: 10,000 Gold.

I blinked. "Treason? Dark Magic? What the f*ck are they talking about?"

All I did was run away.

And now they were making me sound like some shadowy crime lord plotting to overthrow the kingdom.

I groaned. "This is why I hate scripted stories. Everything has to be overdramatic."

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Blending In – Step One of Not Getting Killed

I needed to get food, clothes, and a place to lay low.

But first—I had to change my appearance.

✔ Took off my noble coat.

✔ Messed up my hair.

✔ Stole some commoner clothes off a laundry line.

Now?

I looked like a broke peasant.

Which, considering my situation, was painfully accurate.

I sighed. "Alright, time to see how badly I can f*ck up today."

And with that, I walked into the village.

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To Be Continued…