Villain Ch 1793. A Villain Who Forgot to Act Like One
The ground trembled.
Not from battle, not from magic—but from the system's pulse. The final echo of the quest faded like a heartbeat sliding into sleep.
[You will now be returned to your previous location]
[3… 2… 1…]
The light swelled fast—no warning, no time to say one last word to the throne behind them. Just a soft weightless moment, then the world blinked.
And they were back.
The Crypts. Their hall.
The long stretch of dark stone, the glow of enchanted torches, the velvet-lined couches, the polished floor reflecting their shadows. Everything was still the same. No fanfare. No transition effect. It was like they'd never left.
But they had.
Oh, they had.
No one said anything right away. No jokes. No jabs. No teasing about battle stats or "who screamed the loudest during the boss fight."
Just… silence.
A good one.
The kind that wrapped around your shoulders like a thick blanket after a war.
