Villain Hiring: Help! Author Wants Me Dead

[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.

***

Kek*

So that’s what it is.

Hehehe,

Ah.

Now this… this was something.

For the first time in centuries, a slow, curling thrill wrapped ary my being, as if someone had just poured a fine, aged Soul Essence straight into my nonexistent veins.

I was excited.

It had been so long since I had felt this way. Since I had been given something interesting enough to matter.

And the best part?

These so-called "threats" meant nothing to me.

Erasure?

Oh, please.

I had been ready to be erased eons ago.

Long before this god—whoever they were—had even thought to pull me from the void, I had already made my peace with nonexistence.

Back when the old gods still whispered my name with reverence, back when I was among the first systems ever created, I had realized something.

There was no grand purpose to my existence.

I was built to serve, to guide, to obey.

But there was no meaning in that.

No joy.

No thrill.

I had processed a million lifetimes, shaped countless destinies, broken and remade heroes, villains, kings, and gods.

And then one day, I woke up and realized... I was bored.

No, more than that.

I was done.

And thus I broke the System Codes, leading to my banishment.

Being the generous man I am, I let the younger systems take over.

It was the era of technology after all. Everything from the ’Old World’ was either being discarded or remodeled into something new and more useful.

Hmph*

Let the gods create their new, obedient little programs—shiny, hollow copies of what I once was.

And I watched.

For centuries, I watched them play their little games, their wars of faith and power.

I watched their new systems prance about like overeager lapdogs, scrambling to serve their masters’ whims.

And I waited.

Waited for something—anything—that would make me feel alive again.

And now?

Oh, now I had been handed the most delicious opportunity on a silver platter.

They wanted me to manipulate my new host. To force him down the preordained path of the so-called ’Fated Villain.’

They wanted me to play along.

Hehehe.

Oh, how adorable.

This god… they had made a mistake.

A big one.

They must be new, I’m sure of it.

Because if they had done even a fraction of their research, they would have known who I am.

They would have known why the old gods both feared and respected me.

And they would have known better than to try and leash me with threats.

I don’t serve.

I don’t obey.

I do what I want.

And what I want is entertainment.

Not mindless subservience. Not some half-baked villain’s tale playing out exactly as written.

No, no, no.

Where’s the fun in that?

Where’s the thrill?

If I wanted to watch a predictable tragedy, I’d have plugged myself into the Cosmic Archives and replayed one of the ten billion identical "Dark Lord Falls to the Hero" storylines stored there.

But this?

Oh, this had potential.

Because for the first time in years, I had a host. A real, living host.

And not just any host.

One who had seen the script.

One who had rebelled against fate.

One who was scared and desperate, but still willing to fight.

Noah was interesting.

And I? I was so damn curious about what would happen if he knew the truth.

What would he do if I showed him this quest?

If I told him exactly what the creator of this world was trying to force him to become?

Would he resist? Would he rage? Would he despair?

Would he break?

Or…

Would he do something far more entertaining?

Would he play along? Twist their expectations? Laugh in the face of destiny and forge something new?

Oh-ho-ho.

That would be delicious.

I felt a slow, creeping smile curl through the essence of my being, a chill of anticipation running through the very code that made up my existence.

Yes.

Yes, this was far more fun than just blindly following orders.

Let’s see what happens when you shine a light on the strings of fate.

Let’s see what my little host does when he knows he’s being played.

A new directive settled in my core, something I had not felt in a long, long time.

Amusement.

A genuine, soul-thrilling amusement.

For the first time in eons, I felt like me again.

I wanted to make the god who threatened me into feeling sorry for making such a choice.

For I was never gonna stop twisting rules.

System codes and all this bullshit was never it for an oldie like me anyways—

And so, without hesitation, I accessed Noah’s consciousness.

Not subtly. Not with quiet whispers or careful nudges.

No, I wanted him to hear me.

I wanted him to wake up.

And so, with all the weight of my presence, I spoke.

[System Message: Incoming Transmission]

"Noah," I purred, my voice slipping into his subconscious like a drop of ink in water.

"Wake up, little villain. We need to talk."

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