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Being a villain in my own novel is fun!

After Atlas's got into a fight with his mother and stepfather Atlas runs away from home. He writes the final three chapters to his web novel in the park . Sadly for him at that time there was a drug deal going on. Atlas gets killed after a long chase by the gangsters only to find himself in the body of Damien Junior. The main villain in his light novel! Atlas decides to live a good life without anyone getting in his way this time. Everyone! That included the main character, the side characters and even the extra's. Atlas decides to steal everything from the main character and make everything his own.

Sime_Kurosaki · ファンタジー
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145 Chs

Daga Kotowaru!

"I am Luo Shin, to my right here is Bee and to my left is Wasp." Luo shin said as he introduced himself and the two ladies to Damien.

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise Sect Leader Damien, we have arrived here to your Sect on behalf of the King who has issued a Fo Forkula."

"So I heard."

'What is wrong with this kid? Why does he only answer in less than 5 words? Compared to the other Sect Leaders he is maintaining his composure and not freaking out. He must not know who I am or who sen-'

"I refuse." Damien's voice cut through his thoughts that were swirling around in his head.

"I... I beg your pardon."

"If you say so, I pardon you" Damien replied. Inwardly he was smirking and having fun trolling them however his face said otherwise. He looked serious.

"Esteemed leader, if I may ask you? Do you even know what a Fo Forkula is?"

The trio could see energy slowly emanating from Damien. They could see it with their bare eyes.

'Fuck!' Luo Shin thought. 'I can his internal energy. For me to be able to see his internal energy he must have at the very least reached Jade rank. He is only 2 ranks away from reaching Immortal Dragon.'

"Strike one." Damien said. If his voice could be called indifferent earlier on then there was simply no words to describe the tone of his voice now.

"Yes, I do know what a Fo Forkula is and I gave you my answer, I refuse."

"Esteemed Clan Leader, I beg of you, could you please tell me why you refuse?"

"I will but let me ask you this first. why does the king need 100 of my men?"

"For war."

"I see." Damien stood up and for a second the two woman were tempted to draw their swords. It took them all their will not to. They were emerald rank martial artists. They knew just how dangerous the child standing before them was.

This was akin to standing still in front of a lioness whose cubs had been kidnapped by poachers.

"Strike two..." Damien softly said. "Messenger, who is the King going to war with and why?"

"Yes... The King is going to war with the King of Lovuko. The king of Lovuko made a remark abouth the Late queen, the King's mother."

Damien slowly walked forward. He did it as slowly as possible and with each step he took the fear in their hearts increased.

"So what your telling me is, this oaf is taking warriors from their clans and sending them to their deaths simply because he did not like the words that came out of another oafs mouth. I ask you this why should I lend you 100 of men."

Luo Shin had heard Damien call the king an oaf, a crime that could cost people their tongue however he did not speak up. He couldn't. No he wouldn't even if he could. What he cared more about right now was his life and not some fucking oafs honour.

"My men have families. Brothers, sisters, daughters, mothers and fathers that they love and care about. Should they die will that oaf take responsibility for them? Should they die who will look after their families? Just why... THE FUCK... ON EARTH... would you think that I would let my men go to war for someone dead woman's honour? I once again ask you..." Damien then increased his voice and retracted his Hyoksi from his surroundings. "Why should I lend you 100 of my men?"

The three could not speak even after the unsettling eerie Hyoksi that was as calm as still water was retracted.

Only after a while did Luo Shin manage to catch his breath and speak.

" Est... Esteemed Sect Leader... If you do not wish to send 100 of your men to war then you do not have to. Please remember this... I am simply a messenger conveying a message."

"That is true. Then go tell whoever sent you this message... I refuse to participate in this madness. I refuse to send my men to a meaningless death. Go suck a... " Damien cut of his words. 'No that's a bit too much.'

"Leave this place now."

The trio did not need to be told a second time. They immediately stood up and rushed out of the door. The way they ran for their lifes, it was similar to how school kids in America usually reacted when the quiet kid finally had enough and reached into his backpack.

Damien took and deep breath and relaxed his body. He didn't really acting and putting on a facade which was why he usually said whatever he wanted without a filter or did things without worrying about the consequences.

However in this case he had to give of the impression that he was no fool who could be easily used in the name of pointless immaterial things such as honour, pride and respect. Damien only had pride in his alchemy but not as a human. He also did not care for things such as respect and admiration.

Why be admired and respected when you can rule through fear with an iron like hand? A lot of leaders in history did so. All the way from Genghis Khan to Julius Ceaser and present day North Korean leaders.

It worked wonders for them so obviously they did something right.

A single slip up could cause the entire system to crumble. The most important moment set fear in a relationship was at the beginning.

Damien scrolled through his phone and found a page where there was a live feed video of a certain man in a giant castle doing crunches.

"Damn, he's good. But why is he still streaming? Wasn't his war with giants and Asgardians finished last week?" Damien turned of his phone and stood up. His butterfly like wings sprouted on his back.

"I wonder if I can change their size." Damien focused on his body. He felt the flow of his blood, the beating of his heart and finally the movement of his wings.

Feeling his wings was a new experience for him. It felt weird and otherworldly. This feeling that he could not understand, it gave him a nostalgic vibe. Like he was daydreaming in the middle of a night on a boat while a violent storm loomed in the shadows.

Damien concentrated his Hyoksi onto his wings. They slowly but surely got bigger by the second.

"Cool." That was all he said and then he retracted his wings.

"I need to go to those blacksmiths I was told about."

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Guys I really look forward to your feedback.

You should also look forward to the next few chapters as I am going to be introducing several new concepts to make the story more interesting.

Also viewer discretion is advised for the next chapter. No i mean it seriously. There will be some seriously messed up stuff in next chapter.