Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain

"Hey, slow down!" Sera's friend protested, nearly stumbling as she was dragged forward. "Sera, you called me to bring you shoes, and now you're running off without explaining? What exactly were you two doing? You lost your shoes? Were things that intense?"

She gasped dramatically, her eyes full of exaggerated shock.

Sera shot her an exasperated glare. "Don't be ridiculous. Nothing happened between us. I just left the hospital in a rush and lost them, that's all."

Her friend, however, was far from convinced. She clicked her tongue, shaking her head in mock disapproval. "Uh-huh, sure. And I'm supposed to believe that the Sera, our school's most proper, cold-as-ice princess, just happened to 'lose' her shoes while in his car?"

She stole a glance back at the sports car, her gaze falling on the man sitting behind the wheel.

Alex Reid. Damn. Even she had to admit, this guy was unfairly good-looking. But it wasn't the kind of pretty-boy, soft-featured handsomeness that some girls liked.

Nor was it the warm, sunshine-like charm of a boy-next-door type. No, Alex had a different kind of appeal. The kind that was dangerous was completely different from his past self.

The kind that made him look like he belonged in a villain's role in some romantic drama, the cold, arrogant CEO type who toyed with people just because he could.

And if he really was like those fictional villains… then she had a bad feeling about this. Her best friend might be in trouble.

Still, she couldn't help but tease. "Well, well… Looks like our university's number one beauty has finally been 'picked.'" She let out a dramatic sigh.

"What a tragedy. I thought you'd at least hold out a little longer."

Sera groaned. "I told you, nothing happened!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Though her friend still, unconvinced. She turned her gaze back toward the Ferrari, watching as the red sports car idled at the curb, its engine humming softly.

Alex hadn't driven off yet. It was like he was watching them. Or rather, watching Sera.

Sera friend narrowed her eyes. This man… What was he really after?

Meanwhile, still sitting in his car, Alex Reid leaned back in his seat, lazily tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. His gaze flickered toward the system panel floating in his vision.

His lips curled into a smirk.

"Tsk. Eric, you're really useless." He had expected more resistance from the so-called 'protagonist.'

So far, Sera had given him over 10,000 points worth of Critical points in just a few hours.

And yet… Eric Vaughn? Barely 5,000, it was just pathetic.

Shaking his head, he muttered under his breath, "Even the 'heroine' is handling this better than you. What a waste of a 'chosen one.'"

But just as the words left his mouth—

[Ding!]

A notification popped up.

[The protagonist Eric Vaughn has suffered a severe mental breakdown! Congratulations! You have gained 3,000 Critical points!]

Alex Reid's smirk froze.

'…Huh?' His fingers stopped tapping. What the hell was that about? Just a second ago, Eric had been holding steady, barely earning him any points at all.

And now… this? A whole 3,000 points, all at once? Something must have happened. Something big. His brows furrowed slightly. What exactly was Eric Vaughn doing right now?

….

At City Police Department, Detention Centre:

Eric wasn't messing around. But someone sure as hell was about to mess with him.

"Get the fuck away from me!" he snarled, his voice echoing off the cold tiled walls of the restroom.

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His entire body was pressed into the furthest corner, one hand braced against the wall while the other trembled as he pointed at the doorway. His finger shook, not from fear, but from sheer rage.

Standing at the entrance, staring at him with an unsettling, unblinking gaze, was a skinny man with glasses.

Yes. The glasses guy.

Ever since Eric had been locked up, he had relied on brute force to establish dominance. The first day inside, he had beaten a gang of blond thugs so thoroughly that they didn't even dare to breathe too loudly around him.

After that, life behind bars had been relatively peaceful. Or so he had thought. The blond gang had submitted, sure, but then he had appeared.

A frail-looking man. Quiet. Timid. The kind of guy who looked like he'd be bullied wherever he went.

And yet, this scrawny glasses-wearing bastard had been stalking him since day one.

Watching him eat. Watching him sleep. And worst of all… Following him to the damn bathroom.

Eric had tried to ignore it at first. Maybe the guy just respected him. Maybe he wanted protection. After all, Eric had wiped the floor with the gang.

He remembered the first time he'd caught the man sneaking after him.

Eric had smirked in disdain, thinking, You wanna follow me? Fine. But be prepared to see what a real man looks like.

So, when he had gone to relieve himself, he had turned around, expecting to see the look of intimidation on the glasses guy's face.

What he hadn't expected… Was to see the man's eyes light up with excitement. A chill had run down his spine. Something was wrong.

Then, later that night, he had overheard the other inmates talking about why this guy had been locked up.

Not for theft. Not for fraud. Not for any of the usual petty crimes. No. For sexual assault. And the worst part? His victims weren't women. He had been caught before. Multiple times.

Eric had frozen in place, his blood turning ice-cold. Panic. Pure. Unfiltered. Panic.

'Oh, hell no.' At first, he had considered handling the situation like he had with the blond gang, beat the guy into submission.

But then… he realized something horrifying. What if the glasses guy liked that? What if beating him up would only make things worse?

If brute force was a solution, then the gang of blond thugs wouldn't have been so scared of the glasses guy.

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