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The Legendary Pseudo-villain

Over-confidence can get you killed or in Hecathe’s case, it can get you transmigrated into a parallel universe that is trying to kill you. It all started with a simple, “Mom! I want to be a villain!” Years later, Hecathe stood at the top of the economy with his Zuex company squeezing out every last penny from the pockets of the helpless consumers. One day he looked over at his secretary and confidently questioned, “When the country runs on your money, do you really think it matters if I’m driving legally or not?” The heaven’s laughed as they heard this. To think that a mere human was this arrogant?! The heavens: “Let’s pull a UNO reverse card on him!” Hecathe’s eyes were glued to his phone as he heard the loud screeching of tires that made him look up and... Ha. Ha. Ha. The heavens probably had the last laugh... Or did they? Hecathe remembered getting hit by a car but instead of waking up in a hospital, he woke up in a stinky jail with heavy chunks of metal chains wrapped around his whole body as if it were a straitjacket. An expensive custom-made straitjacket. Fantasy || God-complex || Sci-fi || Villain protagonist || Politics || Mystery || Adventure || Suspense || Parallel universe || Bromance || Rich and Arrogant protagonist || Elements and magic || MechaXMagic || Story by: Cherlyswan Cover art by: Cherlyswan

cherlyswan · Sci-fi
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The owner?

"Cut to the chase," Hecathe clicked his tongue, "The auction house never sends the auctioneer to deal with this sort of stuff. Why are you here?" 

The auctioneer nodded with a chuckle as he confirmed Hecathe's words, "Sir, you're right. We don't usually do this but for this deal, I thought it would be best if I personally came to see you." 

Hecathe's eyes narrowed down on the man as he suddenly managed to understand something, "You thought?" 

As long as he knew, the auctioneer didn't really have the power to do anything other than announcing the bids.

When the auction was going on, the auctioneer had complete control but as soon as the auction was over, the auctioneer's job was also naturally done. 

The one who decided which staff to send to the bidders was someone in a higher position.