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…