Villain Ch 1826. Rewrite Reality
Allen stopped.
The desert wind picked up, hot and dry, sending little spirals of red dust curling around his boots.
His expression didn't change, but his voice dropped lower.
"They're scared."
Zoe tilted her head. "Of who? Her?"
"Of her, yes," Allen said simply. "And the consequences."
The girls exchanged glances.
Because if someone was scared enough to rewrite reality…
It meant they knew exactly what they were running from.
He stood in the middle of the scorched desert, boots half-buried in fine red dust, his blade glinting faintly under the cruel sun. The corpses of half a dozen players littered the ground around him.
His voice cut through the hot silence like a razor.
"I want to watch them fight."
Vivian blinked. "Huh?"
Allen didn't look at her. "Sophia. Darren. Liam. Mr. Bell. Let them claw each other apart. This isn't my war."
Vivian smiled faintly, blood drying on her lower lip. "Finally. Someone else is the main character."
