Transmigrating as an Extra Third-Rate Villain

However...Raven took it all in stride and even managed to perfectly complete Ren's requests in time.

Two days ago, he had been ordered to dig a tunnel under the ocean that went straight up into the academy island.

Any person in the world...besides Raven and Zeng would have said something like this was impossible.

They had transferred countless tons of gears into the ocean below the island and dug upward for who knows how long.

Yet, the two had managed to do it.

Raven often recalled his past and his humble roots of selling fake weapons in the black market, barely making enough money a day.

What would have happened if he had never met Ren that fateful day and sold him that fake sword?

All alone at night, in the headquarters, while lying down on the couch with the television blaring music in the background, Raven would often contemplate that.

While the music of a very familiar student council president played in the background, Raven would stare up at the pitch-black ceiling, surrounded by the darkness of the night, and think of all the possibilities.

All the ways his life could have ended up.

What led him here?

His life was like a stick, but at the point where Raven met Ren for the first time, the stick began to branch out infinitely.

Each branch of divergence in the stick had a different timeline.

Most of the diverging timelines where he didn't meet Ren consisted of Raven either dying in the black market after someone bought his fake tools and realized they were fakes.

Or, him being turned into a slave and hard laborer where he would spend the rest of his life in terrible conditions, working until his eventual early death.

In around 90 of the 100 timelines, Raven imagined terrible situations where he was dead or wished he was dead.

However...there were timelines where Raven was optimistic in his thinking and dreamt of himself fully taking over the black market, working his way up from the bottom and eventually becoming the boss.

All his hard work selling things in the black market would pay off!

He would be surrounded by luxurious carriages, food, beautiful women, stacks of cash, and even tons of security guards.

Everything he used to want when he was just a kid would be there.

No more hours of work...just relaxing on a beach chair while sitting under the sun and staring off into the ocean in a one-of-a-kind coast-side mansion.

Raven would be able to relax in luxurious hotels and mansions without having to work.

No more of Ren's bullshit deadlines or ridiculous demands.

He was the boss.

Yet...despite having all the wealth he had dreamed of, Raven...felt something there was missing in those timelines.

When people had told him, "Money can't bring you happiness," Raven had always scoffed and dismissed the person's words as them just being a loser who couldn't make money.

In all those timelines...Raven was alone.

Inside his over 100,000 square foot mansions that could easily fit families, Raven was sleeping alone in one bedroom out of hundreds.

It was natural...he was the boss of the black market.

How could he ever trust someone in a position like that?

If he did, he would be dead.

Everybody around him was a criminal, simply trying to make more money, with no regard for loyalty or human life.

As a little kid on the streets, with no knowledge about his parents' whereabouts, Raven learned the harsh truth of the real world.

With his pitch-black hair and onyx eyes, Raven wandered from dumpster to dumpster, constantly fighting with others for meal scraps.

With his own two eyes, he witnessed gang bosses being killed by their subordinates...all for the pursuit of money.

It was a never-ending loop...

One boss would die and instantly be placed, and then it would happen again and again.

All because of disloyal subordinates or a boss...simply trusting someone too much and telling secrets he should never have said.

No one was to be trusted.

And he carried that belief...until the divergence point.

Raven...the boy who once would rather die than put his trust in another person, now had one... and almost two people he would trust with his life.

He couldn't quite believe it himself.

Without a doubt, if Ren told him something to do, sure, he would complain, but Raven would do it...because he knew that Ren would never let him die.

Death...was no longer a fear for Raven.

When did he...change so much?

Staring at the puddle of water on the floor that had been gathered there as a result of Lily's water spell, Raven examined his reflection.

His hair was still black...his eyes were still black...his skin was still too pale...and every part of his body was the same.

What...had happened to him?

Raven couldn't quite describe it...but it was a if a whole now part of his brain had been unlocked...and he hadn't even realize it.

As Raven recalled the moment a few seconds ago when Ren plummeted into a pool of steaming-hot lava, he continued staring at his reflection.

His stare remained emotionless and the same...but if one looked closely, one could see a small bubble of water slipping out of Raven's right eyelid.

Slowly shifting his gaze up at the main cast and two recruiters ahead of him, Raven's mouth twitched.

Below Raven, in the pool of water, a small image formed.

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Ren, with his usual smile and blood-red eyes, could be seen looking over the shoulder of Raven, who was attempting to sketch healing scrolls for the first time.

In the warehouse...that they had bought together and made into their headquarters.

Perhaps...that was when he had changed.

Raven felt an emotion slowly consuming him, overpowering his common sense and natural instinct as a beggar.

Rage.

Raven felt rage...not because he had been wronged, but because his boss had been wronged.@@novelbin@@

No...he had never even thought of escaping this situation.