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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 · Fantasy
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171 Chs

After The Stream

[Staff Dorms training area, Near Holmes Family's Mansion, Karoon City] 

There was a staff dormitory at the backside of the Holmes Family's mansion. 

In that dormitory there were some facilities. For example, training area. 

At the current moment, there were only two people in the training area. 

They looked like a pair of father and son. 

However, unlike the wholesome atmosphere, they were clashing their wooden swords fiercely. 

Mark stood side by side with his father, their swords poised in preparation.

Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead as he engaged in spar with his father.

His movements harmonized through years of practice. 

In the midst of the training session, Mark's mind briefly wandered to the memory of Rain's recent live stream.

As his father swung his sword, Mark's thoughts intertwined with the memories of Rain's captivating performance.