A slick, crimson-red suit materialized over his frame, accompanied by a fitted necktie that provided a stark contrast to his jacket.
The tie was a deep, pitch-black color that seemed to absorb any light hitting it, leaving no reflection visible.
The sleeves covered his wrists in a tight yet highly flexible fit, while down below, a pair of polished black dress shoes perfectly complemented his tie.
"Sheesh... I look incredibly cool in this suit," Urek murmured, admiring the attire tailored exclusively for him.
It truly was a flawless fit, pairing beautifully with his crimson eyes and matching red hair.
He looked like a noble vampire awakening from a centuries-long slumber.
"Not just yet, though... please change into a simpler set of clothes."
The armor responded instantly, shifting into a basic red tunic...a modest, unassuming outfit commonly seen among the local crowd.
"Now, for this monocle..." Urek felt a deep urge to smirk and strike a dramatic pose.
Unfortunately, he didn’t have any dramatic background music or special effects; that would have made it perfect.
[Villain Monocle- a monocle only exclusive to the greatest villain in existence... don’t misunderstand that it’s you, you are just a budget meal compared to the real deal.]
Urek’s face cracked, his features twitching violently.
He felt a sudden, overwhelming urge to strangle someone, finding the system’s absolute ragebaiting a bit too much to handle.
Well... there was no better target to vent his frustration on than the protagonist, so he decided not to dwell on the insult.
But seriously... fuck that budget meal.
Features:
[ All-Seeing: Displays potential threats, fortune, destiny, and detailed profiles of the heroines. Showcases full tactical advantages and acts as a direct overlay for the interface.]
[Stat Identifier: Reveals the exact attributes of both allies and enemies. ]
Note: Because the protagonist is heavily shielded by the goddess, viewing his baseline stats remains impossible. This feature is directly synchronized with the system.
[ Aura Farm:You already know exactly how this works.]
"Okay, the utility is excellent, but I’ve already had enough teasing for today." Urek rubbed his throbbing temples, actively trying to maintain his inner peace.
The veins in his neck and forehead were bulging slightly; the system he had been saddled with felt entirely like a bootleg scam.
The never-ending mockery was pushing it.
It was common knowledge that these entities were supposed to be rigid, cold, and calculated programmed machines, right?
Yet, the thing floating in front of him felt like a broken system purchased from a shady underground black market.
[ You are simply overthinking things, Host... this is what an authentic, modern system looks like. ]
’Yeah, yeah... It’s not completely terrible having you around, I suppose.’
[ That’s a good compliment, buddy..]
’Fuck me sidewards...’
....
Urek trekked for another hour before finally arriving at the first settlement, knowing the protagonist was bound to return here.
He had no intention of letting that opportunity pass.
As for his grand strategy of acting like a submissive hound, he found himself reconsidering the plan.
He had just shoved a thick wooden stake right up the hero’s backside, which meant the guy would undoubtedly target his face with absolute hatred the moment they met.
Taking a proper beating might help him gain the protagonist’s trust, but why should he simply take it lying down?
He possessed an incredibly broken innate ability, and it was finally time to test its absolute limits.
"System... can I create a clone of my original human form?"
Ding!
[ Yes, Host. It is entirely possible, and it is actually the most efficient course of action, as the mental strain of piloting your own body is significantly lower than that of a monster’s biology. ]
"That’s excellent news... but I won’t be able to utilize the suit or the monocle on the copy, correct?"
[ Correct, Host. Those artifacts are bound strictly to your primary vessel, making it impossible to duplicate or transfer them to your clones. ]
"Still, that’s not bad at all."
Urek had already devised his next move, and it would begin at the absolute core of the hero’s personal life: his busty older sister.
Although she wasn’t classified as an official heroine in the original plot, she remained a pivotal figure in the narrative’s early stages, so why not?
If the author didn’t include her in the main harem, Urek would gladly claim her for his own.
It was a perfect trade-off...a brilliant opening move to turn the fuckers life into a living hell.
If Ren could sleep with other men’s wives without a single shred of remorse or consequence.
As the ultimate villain, Urek would make his sister fall in love with him.
Currently, the hero’s sister acts as his primary guide, serving as a supportive follower in these early Chapters.
Urek briefly entertained the sudden urge to take things a step further and target the hero’s mother as well... unfortunately, he was currently far too weak.
Doing that right now would probably end the story prematurely...
Imagine the protagonist getting cuckolded by his own mother right in his face.
’Hah... don’t even dream about it yet. That will come in due time, keke...’ Urek wasn’t the least bit worried, confident that his grand journey was finally about to begin.
"Stop right there, young lad... where is your entry identification?" a guard called out.
The man wore a crisp military uniform and brandished a weapon that looked like a highly advanced firearm.
Of course, the setting of this world was heavily driven by a unique blend of magitech...technology fused with magic.
"Uhh, sir, here it is..." Urek said, smoothly handing over an identification card to the sentry.
"Next!" the guard shouted after inspecting the card and seeing that nothing was amiss.
Earlier, Urek had abducted a random thug who was relieving himself in a secluded corner.
Utilizing his Villain Suit’s Shapeshift feature, he easily assumed the criminal’s identity to secure entry...a minor detail barely worth mentioning.
’Too bad... I won’t receive a single Villain Point even if a literal genocide occurs,’ Urek thought, feeling a sharp pang of disappointment.
It was truly unfortunate that the system only rewarded actions directly impacting the hero or his inner circle; anything outside that narrative bubble was entirely useless.
"This city never disappoints me," Urek murmured, scanning his new surroundings.
Hover cars zoomed through the sky while bustling crowds filled every corner of the streets.
High-rise structures dominated the skyline, and;
Intricate monuments were proudly erected throughout the central plaza.
"Legends never die... but they sure do rot."
Urek added, looking up at a towering monument of a man that reached almost fifty meters in height, sculpted to absolute perfection.