Ding!
’What now?’ Urek was genuinely surprised to hear a sudden chime from the system interface...and for once, it didn’t carry that usual sarcastic tone.
[ Impossible Villain Hidden Quest Completed! ]
[Objective achieved: Completely altered the trajectory of the main story.]
[ Mythical Villain Title Earned: I Who Will Defy Fate ]
[ Rewards: +10,000 Villain Points! ]
[ Additional Villainous Acts ]
[Achievement unlocked: Extra I ]
[ Beat up an extra related to the hero by a highly insignificant margin. ]
[ Rewards: 1 Villain Point!]
[ Achievement Unlocked: Old But Gold ]
[ Graced the sage old man with your grace. You were so remarkably smooth right there that the elder’s heart rate accelerated, even though he is actively dying. ]
[Reward: 100 Villain Points!]
[ Achievement unlocked: This Is It Boys! ]
[ BE A LEGAL! ]
[Rewards:1,000 Villain Points!]
[ Host has successfully plundered +3,000 Fate Points! ]
..
’Whoa, what kind of crazy power-up is this...? At this rate, it feels like I’m about to become the hero’s uncle in no time.’
Urek basked in the glorious notifications marking this historical achievement.
’Keke, it’s like a chain reaction of absolute coincidences...’
He was completely taken aback...utterly shocked as he thoroughly reviewed the pop-up text, particularly the bottom part.
A whopping three thousand plundered fate points.
’System, why exactly did I secure such a massive chunk of fate just now?’
[ Seriously, Host? ]
’Yes, just answer the damn question.’
[You literally drained the fate value of the old sage. He is directly bound to the protagonist’s narrative origin... Why am I even forced to explain something this basic to you? ]
’Why are you complaining? I am dumb. You know..’ Urek thought inwardly with its sarcastic tone.
’But then why didn’t I receive a fate when I originally encountered the first heroine?’
[ Shit...this man is dumb..]
’Spit it out man, you are making me wait..’
[ Oh...then I will give you a question instead..]
’... What?’
[ Do you get aroused when a dog is fucking in front of you? ]
’Fuck, hell no!’
[ Precisely... So don’t ask, you shit. ]
"...."
Urek stood completely dumbfounded by his system’s incredibly unhinged analogy.
Well... when put into that bizarre context, it made perfect sense, right?
’Damn...’
Urek simply kept walking, deciding it was best to discard the entire ridiculous argument with his interface.
"Hah... my brain cells are actively rotting away. Now, let’s focus on the brighter side of life and take a proper gander at my current status."
Urek sat down on a random stone bench.
He still had plenty of free time before his scheduled meeting, so it was the perfect opportunity to review his progression metrics.
Ding!
Name: Urek Aret
Role: Villain
Core: Tier 1
Luck: Shitty
Fate: -50,000 🍀 Inevitable Death ( changeable)
Villain Points: 11,481
Skills: Clone ( SSS+ RANK)
Bond: None
...
"What the hell? The only decent aspect here is my accumulated currency. Everything else is still total garbage," Urek grumbled, heavily dissatisfied as he analyzed the interface.
He had initially wanted to smile regarding his altered fate, but after seeing that the total was still sitting deeply in the negative column, his mood instantly soured.
Even successfully clearing an impossible hidden quest hadn’t entirely bridged the structural deficit of his wretched luck.
It would clearly take a massive amount of time for him to crawl his way out of the gutter and manifest a Gold Clover.
"Hey... hey!"
Urek’s internal brooding instantly shattered as a crisp, melodic female voice called out from directly behind his shoulder.
"Uh... what?" He turned his head around, locking eyes with the beautiful goddess from the previous evening.
"Do not waste my valuable time. Let’s get moving. You stated yesterday that you desired to become a heroic knight, correct?" Wenya muttered, clearly having an incredibly stressful morning.
Her grandfather had practically forced her out of the main house, insistently nagging that a prospective guest was waiting outside for her.
"Oh, Goddess. Good morning to you."
"D-don’t address me by that ridiculous title. Now, get up off that bench!" She began walking at a rapid pace.
Receiving direct compliments was proving to be remarkably hazardous to her internal composure.
Well... she only accepted praise from her younger brother, but there wasn’t inherently anything wrong with receiving a little extra flattery from an outsider, right?
Of course not... Keke.
"Understood, Goddess... So, where exactly are we heading?"
Urek quietly followed a step behind her. He didn’t possess any plans regarding making a direct romantic move for now.
Building a genuine relationship took an immense amount of time...precisely like cultivating a rare plant.
It wouldn’t magically bear fruit overnight.
Proper tending, consistent watering, and delicate care had to be maintained for the plant to truly grow.
Besides, he wasn’t stressed. He was fully confident in his ability to reach twenty affection points within the designated seven days; cultivating baseline friendly affection was far from impossible.
"Hmph! I—I told you not to utter that word..."
"Oh... then what exactly should I call you, Goddess?"
"Call me Miss! Yes, Miss Wenya. We are far from close enough to call each other—ahem! Just address me properly by my name." Her mouth had briefly slipped, but she quickly corrected her posture.
The endless teasing from her grandfather earlier was clearly messing with her head.
Her younger brother loved her dearly... so entering a relationship with an outsider was a massive taboo for her. (YES! FUCK, IT’S A GO!)
We definitely don’t tolerate any weird family stroke tropes around here.
"Yes, Miss Wenya..."
"Good! Then follow me directly to the elite training chambers designated for the hero."
"Oh? Will you be personally assisting me with my training regimen, Miss Wenya?"
She nodded her head lightly, thoroughly satisfied that the young man wasn’t entirely dense.
One of the primary reasons she fundamentally detested receiving male attention was that most applicants behaved like disgusting swine, staring at her with blatant, unbridled lust.
Well... her brother was the lone exception to her strict rules.
Although she didn’t particularly care for the advances of other suitors, he was the destined Savior and her sibling, so she was fully willing to support his growth or rather, was forced.
At the very least, her grandfather never missed an opportunity to forcefully drive a heavy baton onto the protagonist’s skull whenever he acted out.
Keeping her pristine, hidden pearl of the deep sea perfectly fresh and untouched.