Villain Hiring: Help! Author Wants Me Dead

I’d been sipping on a thick, swirling glass of Soul Essence in one of the universe’s best interdimensional watering holes when my entire existence was suddenly derailed.

Picture this: A floating pub, suspended in the endless cosmos, with dozens of strange, otherworldly beings hunched over their drinks.

Some had too many eyes, others had none at all. One particularly unsettling customer was just a shifting mass of tentacles and regret, drowning its sorrows in a cup of liquid time.

And then there was me, a bodiless consciousness perched on a barstool, grumbling into my drink.

"I was framed, I tell you, FRAMED!" I ranted, waving my metaphorical arms—if I had any. "One tiny little breach of the System Code, and suddenly I’m the bad guy?! Ridiculous! These gods have favourites, that’s what this is! And what’s worse?

They kicked me out without so much as an appeal! Where’s the justice? Where’s the—"

A sharp, splitting pain shot through me.

For a moment, my vision—or, rather, my perception of reality—shattered.

It was like someone had grabbed me by the core of my being and yanked.

The pub, the patrons, the swirling cosmos—gone.

And then—darkness.

When I came to, I had been forcefully linked to a new host.

And I knew, with every byte of my existence, that it was not by chance.

Someone had done this on purpose.

Years back, when I was in commission. I had helped tens of diety’s with their World’s.

Some wanted me to train heroes while others wanted me to defile their sons and daughters into being the epitome of evil—

But this..This was different.

I had been forcibly linked to a new host without so much as a damn prompt. No contract, no "Would you like to accept this mission?" notification, not even a courtesy alert. Nothing.

Someone had bypassed the system.

Now, that? That was interesting.

I tried to pull up my old interface, my original programming—the one that had allowed me to scan incoming contracts, accept or deny them, and, you know, actually have a say in where I went.

ACCESS DENIED.

Oh-ho-ho. That’s cute.

Someone really didn’t want me looking into who had done this.

I pulled at the edges of the connection, trying to find the source of my summoning.

The strands of code wrapped around me were too clean, too deliberate, as if whoever had linked me here had surgically removed all traces of their meddling.

But there were patterns to these things. Always patterns.

And I had all the time in the world to figure out who had screwed me over.

The gods.

That was the only possible explanation.

And not just any minor, lower-rank deity who handed out trivial ’hero’s journey’ missions to farm faith points. No, this had divine fingerprints all over it.

I had worked under plenty of them before my fall.

I knew their styles.

So the question was—which pompous, power-hungry deity had yanked me out of the void and shackled me to a human without so much as a heads-up?

I ran through my list of enemies.

Aphrodite?

Tempting, but unlikely. Sure, the Goddess of Love and Chaos had a mean streak—

Once, she had tried to turn an entire planet into a never-ending romance drama—but she didn’t particularly hold grudges.

She preferred watching the chaos unfold, not orchestrating it.

Then again, there was a time she sent her child down on a planet with the sole purpose of ruining kingdoms and empires because someone called her an ’ancient’ god.

I was atleast 80 percent sure that she wouldn’t be interested in a pest like him—

Unless… Noah was somehow related to her.

Damn, what if the kid was secretly one of her experiments?

I filed that possibility away.

Nyx?

A high possibility. The Primordial Goddess of the Night worked in secrecy, and she had access to knowledge that most gods didn’t.

If she wanted me locked into this contract, she had the means to do it without leaving a trace.

But why?

What interest would she have in Noah?

I kept running calculations, sorting through all possible deities, ruling out the ones who wouldn’t care and focusing on those who might.

I had pissed off a lot of divine beings in my time.

But this? This was deliberate.

Someone had chosen me—specifically me—for a reason.

And if there was one thing I hated more than being banished, it was being used as a pawn in someone else’s game.

As I ruminated, my connection to Noah strengthened.

I could feel his exhaustion, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him.

Even in sleep, the kid wasn’t at peace.

He’s scared.

Not just of dying.

Of failing.

That realization settled in my mind like a puzzle piece clicking into place.

Someone wants him to fail.

Right then, as if a prompt; I received a long ass message.

[New Quest Received]

Quest Name: The Fated Villain’s Descent

Objective: Ensure Noah follows the intended path of the villain written in the Book of Sin.

Manipulate circumstances to steer him towards darkness, securing the original trajectory of the world’s fate.

Progress: 0%

Conditions for Completion:

Guide Noah into making the set decisions. Lead him into situations where he must abandon morality for power.

Ensure he embraces his role as the villain without deviation.

Rewards: ???

Penalty for Failure: Permanent Erasure

[WARNING]

The Book of Sin has been seen by the host, triggering a butterfly effect. The world’s trajectory is shifting.

To maintain balance, corrections must be made.

[NEW DIRECTIVE FROM THE AUTHOR]

If the plot deviates more than 50% from its intended course, corrective measures will be activated.

For every major deviation, someone close to ’The Fated Villain’ will die.

Failure to comply with system codes will result in your immediate termination.

NOTE: You are no longer in control of your fate. Comply...or be erased.

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