The Don and The True Villain Is Coming 1

[[Congratulations! You have slain the boss.]]

<<Level Up!>>

<<Level Up!>>

<<Level Up!>>

<<Level Up!>>

<<Level Up!>>

<<Level Up!>>

"Wonderful, what a piece of cake. You human, you are nothing but a mere exp for me," the challenger squeezed the last piece of his experience until he absorbed all of it.

As he was focused on his level up, his system turned red from blue once it detected a high-risk alert.

<<System Notification: Your impending death has been decided. The user must escape from the boss at all costs. Survive and build your own harem. Good luck.>>

The huge amount of pressure weighed him down, treating him like a dead weight.

<<System failure. The system cannot escape from the realm. Initiation abandonment.>>

<<Force Abandonment has failed. Both the system and its user are now on brink of extinction!>>

"W, w, what did I do wrong, system? Answer me. D, don't abandon me!"

Continuing on, a newspaper fell down on the ground and slowly transformed into an ancient scroll. Then, it scrolled its content in front of the dead boss.

A piece of terrifying Arabian music dominated the whole area.

Inside its content, it stated:

<<Virus Warning!>>

<<Virus Warning!>>

<<Virus Warning!>>

<<The challengers of the master will receive a negative buff. We will confiscate your entire system.>>

[[System: You have to run! The user must save his life before it's too late!]]

'W, what did you say?' the challenger gulped his saliva upon hearing it.

The choir frightened his body. This experience and classical music reminded him a terrifying boss fight against an invincible opponent.

The scroll began to scribble its next word.

[Grim Reaper: Awakened]

[Insanity Level: Primal Wicked Sick.]

[Coerced Simulation: Evil Phase I.]

[Mura mode: Activated]

[Souls Sacrificed: 100,000 sinners have perished.]

[Virus Activation: The restrictions are lifted. The time limit is ten minutes. No mercy.]

"I killed you! I already killed you twice! This is not a fucking Elder Ring!" the challenger protested.

After his last attack, the music changed its tune, from classical music to Latin choir. With the sinister aura coming out from the face of his enemy, he's now terrified that he subconsciously withdrew his feet four steps away.

The scroll changed its form into an ancient block and fell down on the palm as a small token of its master.

"This is not what I learned from my past life. This is no longer a joke. I'm very sure I killed a lot of Gods before you! Why are you still fuckin' alive, goddamn it? You never met God right? Right? This is unfair. I want that power! I want it all! Why? This is cheating!" The challenger demanded a response, but his enemy remained stiff and emotionless.

His enemy removed the mask from his face. Then, he tilted his head with a confused face.

"Gentleman, I have no desire to fight someone weaker than an ant. But to think another silly from the same world dares to challenge me. A boss rank? Mamma mia, you must be kiddin' me," his enemy wiped some dust from his shoulder one by one.

"N, n, no way. This aura... this aura should never appear from you. This is cheating! Cheating!" the challenger protested again.

"I wonder who the fuck cheated. Regressors and reincarnation are the same. Nothing new and nothing is cool. Everything is always unfair. This is a troubled world, dummy. By the way, are you perhaps the one who awakened me in this world? That's no good. If you're a gamer, you should never wake up a boss. Wait for a second, I remember you. Are you perhaps the wooden stick back then? I'm impressed, you're still alive after what happened to your people, huh." his enemy clapped his hand with a deadpan face. "W, w, what are you? No, you're not him. Who are you?" the challenger smashed him with its magic sword but to no avail.

The enemy remained emotionless, showing no interest in the challenger's attack.

His sword was stopped without touching the enemy's skin.

"Your insanity level has consumed you too far. This is the effect of getting a harem in the first place. Silly young lad, you're too attached in this world too much," his enemy showed sympathy. "Shut the fuck up. You know nothing. Nothing!" the challenger hit him with his powerful top-tier magic.

The enemy was hit directly, but he remained healthy and stable. He only tapped his sword with a single flick of his finger.

"I, Impossible. Who the fuck are you? Answer me!" the challenger demanded.

The enemy fixed his hair, and he cracked his neck from left to right. Then, he stretched his arms forward like a normal person when he woke up in the morning.

"My apologies. I don't like to spoil anything. The readers might get confused about what's going on right now. Let's leave it hanging, shall we?" the enemy put his mask on. "Fuck off!" the challenger smashed him with full force.

"Cliffhanger is a must, you know," his enemy hit his face with a single punch. "Goaaah," the challenger hit the wall, leaving a smoke of dust on the field.

7 Hours Earlier...

The sound coming from the crickets crossed out of the trees.

The moon above the clouds enlightened the whole surroundings.

Into the woods, there was a young lad in his suit. His face was covered by a dreadful mask that could be mistaken for a criminal. But the boy was a teenager and a magicless user who could be found anywhere.

His black hair was darker than charcoal, and his scarlet sharp eyes behind the mask were reddish like blood in the middle of the night.

From the other perspective, his aura loosened a magical pressure as clear as a well-made diamond. That he warned them not to mess with this person.

In a lucid comparison to a lone wolf, he's an introvert who loved to walk on his own and do what he wanted to do.

He's no alpha, but a sigma of his timeline. A dangerous existence that could hit a Karen-level woman and an abusive spoiled brat when they triggered his wrath.

He's the sole surviving of his family and the renowned magicless ruler of the Western Scily.

Hermes Archnemesis, age 15.

Single, if we based on his status in his profile.

But in his current case, his soul was unfortunately coerced into a relationship with frightening ladies.

As fate of the world was coming to be unfolded, he would tackle down all the death flags. That would hinder his goal to escape from the impending destruction of Eurasia.

21:21:03 PM

Hermes advanced to the next core of the quest. He had no idea what would happen next, but he was still determined to finish the task without a word.

The progress of his power was still uncertain.

His monstrous companions were a little help to ease his worries, but he undeniably felt so disdain for this development. A master of these creatures might sound a bit awkward, but these monsters were his life savings against the odds.

'Man, what a hassle. I wish I can talk with humans instead of these monsters. Now that I remember, the newspaper stated I turned into a 'Medium Human', what the hell is that word stands for?' Hermes worried inside his head.

"Meili, secure the perimeter. Use your special skill to monitor our surroundings. We don't know who we will encounter after that lame one-sided battle," instructed Hermes in a grave tone. "Affirmative, master~," Meili cast a spell, and a dozen paper-made petals scattered around his body before it instantly disappeared into the air.

"Master, I can feel powerful, but a lower class creature nearby," reported slime as they crossed the bushes between the two huge trunks of the trees. "Good, we will proceed to that location," Hermes advanced for the place the slime it was mentioned.

Hermes experienced life-threatening events in the past few hours such as the bandits, the assassination attempt, and his reputation in the village.

He was lucky to have the church at his side. However, he had to keep a distance from the high priestess because of her unconditional love. Her affection might be good for the other Isekai people or single men, but not for him.

This world was full of yandere after all. This trait was the reason for the decline of the male population in Eurasia.

'Fuck it. It is not that her beauty hit my remarks, but her personality is worse than Hermes' biological mother. I am confident she will stab me in the back once I make a wrong decision. Damn, scary," Hermes gritted his teeth as he realized a potentially tragic ending.

The world of the otome game was a wet dream for the feminist people. All of the women in his era were a bunch of psychotic individuals who would kill anyone on their path.

'I won't stand idle by. I will move to Southeast Asia to find a decent woman. Then, I will form a trading company or any kind of business to industrial the alternate country,' Hermes declared inside his head.

According to his records, the country he was referring to was a colony of Hispania, but this island was still under development when he left it to his junior. All he knew was that the female over there was programmed to stay faithful to their lovers like in his former country.

'This is why I don't like these women here. I want black-haired girls. Wait, isn't the Scily island composed of black-haired girls too? Fuck, I am being unlucky nowadays. If this is a series, many of the readers or viewers will drop this in an instant because of me,' Hermes contemplated inside his head.

"I have to find a way to find my butler, to find a way back in the mansion, and find a way to become filthy rich in a legal method! Fuck bitches. There is no way I will find a suitable woman for me!"

His face was hit by the newspaper.

[Mission Objective: Betroth to a beautiful girl.]

[Failure to find your fiance will automatically give you a reward of Negative Luck!]

"Fuck!" Hermes cried inside his mind.