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Villain Is on Vacation

"Every day is so annoying and tiring. Just working, eating, and pooping. I rarely get any peace of mind." Rain grumbled. "I want some rest and go on vacation. It's good I am going on vacation tomorrow. Goodbye to annoying work for a few days," he cheered. As he was crossing the road, he saw a truck coming towards him. "Looks like, my life suc--" Whether gratifying or pathetic, almost the next moment, he got crushed by the truck, died, and transmigrated into the world of the game "Saga of the Magical Knight" as a mid-tier villain, Rain Holmes. "Welcome to the fantasy world, I guess." Fortunately, the system was there to help him. [Host should choose one choice among the following three choices.] | 1. Supporting Character | | 2. Villain | | 3. Extra Character | "Supporting Character sucks, and being a villain is tiring and risky. I choose to be an extra character." Rain answered. [Okay.] 'Who cares about that protagonist and heroines, I rather go on vacation and live a free life.' Rain scoffed. He didn't care about the plot, he wanted [vacation]. However, soon he realized it won't be as easy as he thought. "Hey, runaway Young master, spar with me!" The musclehead Villain roared. "Rain, you are only my friend, I won't let other bitches have you." One of the heroines declared. "But didn't he say he love me?" A mysterious beauty appeared. "Is getting vacation that hard?" Rain said in an exhausted tone.

Madwriter_2377 · Fantasía
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Observing The Plot (2)

The Academy had its own private forum, exclusively accessible to students and teachers. Rain's eyes lingered on the login page, his mind buzzing with the possibilities. While he lacked the authorized credentials to enter the forum, his programming expertise sparked a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. 

A surge of confidence washed over Rain as he thought about his hacking prowess. He knew he had the knowledge and technical know-how to create a backdoor, a hidden passage that would allow him to view the forum, even if he wasn't officially granted access. Images of intricate lines of code danced before his eyes, tempting him with the thrill of discovery.

Slowly, his fingers danced across the keyboard, their movements guided by the invisible strings of code flowing through his mind. Lines of script took shape, algorithms aligning like puzzle pieces. He was constructing his key, a digital skeleton key that would unlock the hidden treasures of the forum.