As if it wasn’t enough for me to be reincarnated as a child in the slums, I was taken to a city of crime and became a test subject. But then, when I saw the man that came to destroy the research institute, I realized that this was the world of an angst-filled reverse harem novel. While living a relatively normal life after escaping from the institute, the heroine of the novel moved in next door. From the looks of it, I might be the heroine’s neighbor extra. Originally, the heroine was to save the unconscious and fatally wounded villain and in return, be subject to a fanatical obsession. But, why. Why is the sub-villain collapsed in front of my house? The sub-villain, Lakis Avalon, was the king of the underworld and the very same frightening man that I had met at the institute before. “…” I took a moment’s glance around then I kicked the man’s body away. You’ve got the wrong house, Villain.
This crazy—
I almost swore aloud in spite of myself. I tried to calm myself down, then I checked the address on the nameplate again.
[44 Grey Ferret street – B04]
This was definitely my house. In that case, why was this guy here?
Anyone from Carnot, the nest of crime, would know the identity of this handsome man that had collapsed motionlessly in front of the door to my house. I hid my confusion and bent down to check the man's condition first.
As I drew closer, the thick smell of blood flooded my nose. Although his whole body was drenched in blood, it didn't seem like all of it were his. I reluctantly used my ability to check his condition. A translucent white thread extended from my fingertips, pervading the man's body and sweeping over him.
Although there was one serious injury, it wasn't like he was going to die right now. I stared at the man's face, which was so gently beautiful that it was hard to believe he was the king of the underworld, then I stood up again.
I quietly checked my surroundings. Fortunately, it didn't seem like there were even any rats lingering around.
Sssg.
I raised my feet and kicked the man's torso all the way to the side. This man should be fainted at my neighbor's door today, not mine. The beautiful woman living next door was the kind heroine that would whiten him.[1]
So in simpler terms…
You've got the wrong house, Mr. sub-villain.