2 Stealing From The Protagonist's Plot Armor

Originally, In the world of "The Arcane Chronicles," that I wrote, the world was invaded by monsters through portals known as gates and the human race was nearly driven to extinction.

But in the face of adversity, a glimmer of hope emerged. Extraordinary individuals, gifted with incredible abilities, rose from the ashes of despair. These heroes, wielding super powers beyond imagination, united to repel the invasion, pushing back the relentless tide of monsters and saving what remained of their world.

The dawn of these extraordinary powers marked a turning point in the history of the world. Humans who awakened to their hidden potential became known as Espers.

A special military institute known as S.T.A.R, or the Special Training Academy Reyas, was established to cultivate the potential of young Espers. It was within these hallowed halls that the original story unfolded, and it was here that destiny called.

The place where I, the author, now the villain would meet the protagonist of this story—the individual fated to bring about my demise. It was a meeting that would mark the beginning of my end, a collision of opposing forces hurtling toward an inevitable climax.

A place I would love not go to, but the way I designed the novel even if I don't go to STAR I'll still be doomed, because, I gave the protagonist quite the plot armor you see, grandson of the sword saint, broken superpower, op items and so on and so on.

How am I supposed to survive when the protagonist's plot armor is just flat-out broken?" Well, I'll need to claim some of it for myself – those opportunities I gave him, those once-in-a-lifetime encounters, those chances to acquire the elements that made him virtually invincible. I the author, will seize every single one to stand a chance against that monster of a protagonist I created.

Realizing today, the same day I awoke in the body of the villain, was a very important and momentous one. I immediately got dressed, summoned my bodyguards, and swiftly headed out on my mission to ensure I avoid my penned-down doom.

Today marked the day of the much-anticipated orientation ceremony at S.T.A.R, the prestigious academy that would shape the destinies of the world's future heroes. It was a momentous occasion, one that would typically call for a grand entrance in a lavish limousine. But today, I chose a different path—one that would lead me to a chance encounter on a bus.

As I made my way through the bustling streets, Luan and Luella followed behind me, the enigmatic twins who served as my bodyguards, their loyalty and dedication were absolute. Though they appeared young, they where both actually grown women, They belonged to a branch family that had sworn an oath of service to the Blackthorn lineage, and their presence offered me a sense of comfort and protection.

Luella, her voice tinged with curiosity, finally spoke up. "Young master, we have been running for an hour now. May I ask where we are going?"

I cast a brief glance at the two girls, their silver hair shining under the sunlight. "No place of great importance," I replied with a casual shrug. "Just a bus stop."

The simplicity of my response seemed to perplex them, and Luna, ever inquisitive, chimed in. "Young master, why choose a humble bus over the luxury of the limousine?"

A faint smile touched my lips as I turned to face them. "Because, my dear Luan and Luella, today I seek an encounter that surpasses material extravagance. A meeting with someone important."

With that, we reached the bus stop, and I stepped onto the crowded vehicle. The girls followed closely behind, their keen eyes scanning the surroundings. The bus was filled with a diverse mix of people—students, workers, and everyday individuals going about their lives.

As I settled into a seat near the back, I observed everyone's faces. It was in this seemingly mundane setting that I hoped to find the person I sought—an individual whose presence carried a weight beyond measure.

The bus began its journey, and time seemed to stretch as we trundled through the city streets. My gaze shifted from one passenger to another, searching for the familiar spark that would signify the one I sought. Each passing moment added to the anticipation that swelled within me.

Then, as if the fates themselves conspired to answer my silent wish, I spotted her—a young woman with green hair, purple eyes. She gave off a certain radiance, a subtle aura that set her apart from the others. It was the future saint, the one whose path would intertwine with the protagonist's in ways yet to be revealed, a figure that would play a major role in the massive monster invasion.

A surge of excitement coursed through me, and I signaled to Luan and Luella. They understood the wight of the moment, their expressions shifting from curiosity to focus. We moved through the crowded bus, drawing closer to the young saint, I took a seat beside her, a smile playing on my lips as I greeted her.

"Hello," I said, my voice soft and genuine. "Mind if I sit here? I couldn't help but be drawn to your presence."

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she returned my smile with a hint of curiosity. "Not at all," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of intrigue. "It's not often that someone seeks my company."

I smoothly reached out my hand, a friendly smile on my face. "Hey there, I'm Richard Blackthorn," I introduced himself. "Really glad to make your acquaintance."

Emma's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink as she tentatively shook my hand. "I'm Emma Sinclair," she replied softly, her voice carrying a hint of shyness. "Nice to meet you too, Richard."

With an air of anticipation, Richard leaned in slightly. "Emma, guess what? Looks like you and I are in the same boat as cadets at S.T.A.R.," I revealed. "The big orientation event is on the docket for today. I've got to admit, I'm pretty excited about the chance to get to know you better as we dive into our time there."

Emma's response was a mixture of surprise and bashfulness. "Oh, uh, yeah!" she said, stumbling over her words slightly. Her cheeks grew warmer. "Definitely, Richard. That sounds... really nice."

Meanwhile, the other passengers on the bus couldn't help but be drawn to the conversation unfolding between me and Emma. Their whispered comments filled the air.

Girl 1 couldn't help but whisper, "Who's that guy? Seriously, he's like, ridiculously good-looking."

Girl 2 chimed in, her eyes fixed on him. "I know, right? He's like a walking model or something."

A wistful sigh escaped Woman 1. "Oh, to be young again and see someone like him."

Man 1 raised an eyebrow playfully. "Isn't it a crime to be that handsome?"

Man 2 shrugged, a touch of resignation in his voice. "Life's got its unfair moments, doesn't it?"

Man 3 leaned in, nodding in agreement. "People like him just seem to have all the luck. It's kind of frustrating, isn't it?"

Aware of the passengers' attention, I couldn't help but overhear their comments.

My thoughts raced as I observed Luna and Luella exchanging approving gestures, prompting a quizzical raise of my eyebrow.

I couldn't help but think, "Even you guys too?!"

Shifting my focus back to Emma, I caught sight of her cheeks turning a delightful shade of pink, prompting me to respond with a comforting smile.

Emma's blush deepened, and she started to speak, her words carrying a touch of hesitancy. "Um, Richard... Can we maybe, like, start things off as friends? Not that you're not... you know, attractive or anything. It's just that... my heart's not quite ready for this, considering we just met and all..."

At that moment, a thought crossed my mind. "What the hell? How did the our normal conversation take a total 180?!"