Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain

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

In fact, the harder they had beaten him, the more excited he had gotten.

Eric prided himself on being a skilled martial artist, a rogue healer with a killer instinct, one hand saving lives, the other taking them.

But psychological disorders? Yeah… those weren't in his field of expertise. There was no cure for pure, unfiltered depravity. The only solution? Stay the hell away from him.

"Hey. Hey man. I beg you," Eric pleaded, his voice breaking. His pride was in tatters, but his survival instincts had long taken over. "Can you just go away? Please? I can't relive while you're watching!"

His entire body was tensed, pressed against the restroom wall.

Having another grown man stare at him while he tried to relieve himself was the kind of nightmare that could haunt someone for years.

Suddenly, a memory surfaced. An old warning from his master before he left the mountain:

"The world outside is a complicated place, Eric." Complicated? Complicated didn't even begin to describe this situation. This was full-on hard mode.

To his immense relief, the glasses guy finally turned and hobbled away, his steps uneven.

Then—click. The restroom door shut. Eric let out a shaky breath, resting his forehead against the cold wall. But even with the guy gone, he could still feel those crazed eyes burning into him. Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire

Instinct kicked in. Something was wrong. Slowly, Eric lifted his head and turned toward the door.

And that's when he saw it… A tiny sliver of space, a barely visible crack between the door and the frame.

And through it… Two wide, unblinking, deranged eyes staring straight at him.

"AH! FUCK!" Eric lost it. He could already tell, he wasn't going to get a single second of sleep tonight.

This night was going to be hell.

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Xxxx University:

Girls' Dormitory:

Back in her dorm room, Sera kicked off her shoes and climbed straight into bed. She was exhausted. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, her emotions tangled in knots.

Yet, despite her fatigue, she didn't shower, didn't change, just laid there, stomach-down on her mattress, resting her chin on her hands as she stared at her phone.

Then, after a long moment, she tapped open her notes app. Her fingers hesitated above the screen before she started typing:

"Xxxx Mall underground parking lot… no, wait, that's not right." Her brows furrowed.

"The security footage there doesn't last long. So how the hell did Alex get those surveillance recordings?" She bit her lip, frowning. Something didn't add up. And then there were those chat logs.

Logan. That bastard had probably deleted those messages and any records of him involved a long time ago.

So how? How had Alex Reid gotten his hands on them? The deeper she thought, the more unsettling the answer became.

Sera mulled over the situation for what felt like hours, but she still couldn't make sense of it. No matter how many angles she tried to approach the issue from, nothing added up.

Eventually, she decided to shift her focus.

"If the accident wasn't just an accident, then I should be able to get the police to reopen the case. If they reinvestigate it properly, there must be something they can find."

But almost as soon as she had the thought, another wave of doubt hit her.

"But… it's been three years." Evidence from that long ago would be next to impossible to recover. Even if traces of the crime had existed, time would have already erased them.

'Then how? How did Alex have evidence? Where did he even get it from?' Her head ached. No matter how she looked at it, something wasn't right.

But she had no other choice…Even if the odds were against her, she had to at least try.

'I'll go to the police station tomorrow. If the car crash was a setup, then there must be something left behind—a mistake, a clue, anything.'

Her memory had always been sharp, not quite photographic, but sharp enough to recall small details most people would overlook.

Even though she hadn't had much time to examine the documents Alex had shown her, she had memorized quite a bit of the information.

And with those pieces of the puzzle, tracing things back would be much easier. At least this way, she wasn't chasing after a lead completely blind.

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The Next Morning:

City Police Department:

Sera stepped out of the taxi and took a deep breath before heading inside.

The police station had a heavy atmosphere like always, the kind of weight that came from years of crime reports, confessions, and closed cases.

She was led to a small office where a middle-aged officer with graying hair sat behind a desk. His uniform was crisp, his posture rigid, he was the kind of man who had been in law enforcement long enough to see just about everything.

Captain Brooks. His gaze was steady as he listened to her explain why she was here.

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"So, you believe your parents' accident wasn't an accident?" His voice was even, but there was a trace of skepticism in it.

Sera's fingers clenched into fists, but her expression remained calm.

"Yes," she said, her tone firm. "I was young when it happened. Back then, I didn't understand much, but now I do. And I know, the probability of my parents' deaths being intentional is very high."

Captain Brooks exhaled slowly and leaned back in his chair. Cold cases weren't unheard of in the department, but reopening a closed investigation was an absolute headache.

Especially one that was three years old. Time had a way of erasing details, and in cases like these, even the most crucial evidence could be long gone.

His fingers drummed against the desk as he studied her.

"If you want us to reinvestigate," he said, choosing his words carefully, "you'll need something solid. Some kind of evidence."

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