Villain Hiring: Help! Author Wants Me Dead

It had been a while since Damien had literally run away after hearing that Sia was now the Champion of the Goddess Aphrodite.

It seemed that whoever this lady was, she was either hella scary, or hella hot…or both?

It was such that the self proclaimed half-god, half-system scurried away to do his usual calculations with context to the book of sin and choose the best path in moving forward for the both of us.

Well, that's what he had told me, but I was pretty sure the guy had other ulterior motives he had not yet disclosed to me.

It were times like this when I knew that no one was keeping a watch on me, not even Damien who could read my mind since he was practically living there that I let my thoughts run wild.

'I cannot trust anyone.'

'Not even Damien.'

'Not even myself.'

He had tried his best to act all these months like I was okay and it was my powers that were messing with my mine but I knew better.

Ever since I had left my farewell party and that random outburst of insanity I had, I knew there was something wrong with my brain.

Because that was not how I would have reacted then.

All those years of hate, bullying and hopelessness had born a sense of self in me that was ready to do things that I knew pretty well I couldn't.

I had my doubts about there being something wrong about me mentally even before Damien had merged his soul with mine.

The only thing was that everytime I lashed out or did something violent, my memories of that time would turn hazy, making me confused.

It was only after I started devouring souls with my skill and Damien's shitty acting that I got to know there was definitely something wrong with my mental psyche.

Last time however, even though I acted dumb and went on with him, I remember the sentient system muttering about it as well as some snippets of when I went 'berserk' according to Damien.

It was the fact that I had an alter ego.

A fucking alter ego.

Unfortunately, no matter how much I tried, I was unable to find where it was hiding in my mind so I could talk to it.

I knew that whatever fucked up version of me it was, that guy was smarter than me as well as more cunning.

Maybe he could help me in knowing if I should trust Damien or not.

Even though he had only been helping me since the start of our meeting, but I don't know why there was this gut feeling inside of me that I would regret following him.

Hufff

I sighed, fully mentally exhausted because of all the stress.

The worst part was that I couldn't even bring myself to fear that Daffneer princess due to all the forbidden documents I'd browsed through.

It had made me realise that no matter what had happened with her family, she was just a girl from the inside as well, fighting to find her place even…maybe.

Not to forget those R-18 posts about her hobbies and 'favourite' things that I so wished to open.

I lazily opened my system screen, browsing through my credits as I realised that perhaps I really was too rich in this post-descent world the gods had transformed due to selling half of this kingdom deeds myself.

[Credits Owned: 99999999999999+]

Damnn—

A wild thought occurred in my mind as I looked at my credits.

'Couldn't I stalk anyone in this world with the outrageous amount of money I have right now?!'

Kekekeke

Before I could think further, the door to Pixie's room opened, making me instantly hide the tablet as if I was searching something unholy.

The girl raised an eyebrow at my weird expression but swiftly left the house, saying that grandpa was busy in the morning and he had asked her and Lucas to come at the night to take their rewards from the house treasury.

I gave the girl a 'you got lucky' type stare as she simply pulled out her tongue at me and slammed the door shut at me—

'This damned kitten,' I thought, unable to hide my happiness that perhaps with this chance, she might able to obtain something that could help her awaken some powers.

Pixie was another mystery I could not understand since when I had brought her, I had thought that she does not have powers only because she hasn't started practising yet.

It had been so many months since then and the girl still hadn't been able to gain any sort of real strength.

Body refinement techniques did not affect her at all, as if they were not meant for her physique, as for being a mage, the girl somehow did not even have a mana core inside her body, shocking even Grandpa.

He had said that the girl must have a Godly physique that has not yet awakened since that could only explain the reason why she couldn't use normal methods to gain strength.

'It must be a ritual or something like it had been for me…' I thought, sighing.

I was only lucky to have found the ritual procedure in the Book of Sin otherwise I wouldn't have awakened my physique either.

Damien had called the original owner of my physique as Asur, one of the seven sins who ruled over Gluttony—

I still couldn't wrap my head around why and how I was born with such a great and demonly physique but I guess it may be related to the author wanting the villain to be as evil and strong as possible when he fights the Hero who has the almighty plot armour.

Thinking of the insane plot armour Azazel has because of the fucking author, my mouth couldn't help but start cussing again.

"That motherfucking author—"

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A/N: This guy really loves to cuss me, huh? Guess I need to be harsher with him.

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