''Aahhhhhh!...Damn you, author! Why did you make my MC become a dead-brain?.. WHY? Why did you leave him to witness the FMC being forced to kiss by a mere villain while powerless?''
''It's NTR!''
''…Damn. Because your plot is good… I'll suffer a few more chapters… hope you kill that bastard for me.''
However, after reading the book for around a week non-stop,
Hector screamed in frustration, slammed his PC shut, and quickly glanced around before grabbing a baseball bat. Soon, only the sounds of smashing and rage echoed through the small room.
''FUCKER! NOW YOU LET HER DIE?!''
It was unfair.
[The Nameless God feels angered by his beloved reader's actions.]
[He will punish you.]
[You will be sent into his book with the role of a mere villain.]
[Countdown]
10
9
…
''What the fuck?'' Hector opened his eyes in shock when he saw the runes in front of him… but he quickly calmed down. This was a situation he had seen way too many times in the novels he'd read.
His expression quickly shifted from bewilderment to eagerness… but then changed again—into fear.
6
5
''Wait… wait… I don't want this! The MC will kill me! He's too OP!... Please, I want to be the MC. I'll kill that bastard who kissed my FMC!''
3
[Your request is accepted!]
[You will be the villain who forced a kiss on the FMC!]
''NO! YOU DAMN BASTARD!''
2
[The Nameless God curses you for the sin of blasphemy.]
1
[Best of luck!]
In the blink of an eye, all the scenes around Hector shifted to somewhere else. It was no longer his shabby room.
[You have received a curse]:
—
Name: [Curse of Nameless God]
Rank: ★★★★★
Description: You are an insolent one who has committed blasphemy against the Nameless God… This bloodline bears an unforgettable sin, one that always draws all kinds of fated troubles to you without any logical reason.
—
Title: The blasphemer of the god
Name: Hector Jenkins
Age: 17
Mana Core Color: Green
Count mana cores:1–[0/1000]
Blessing:
Curse: [Curse of the Nameless God]
Color Slot:
—
''What a disappointment.''
A gorgeous young girl with pure red hair flowing all the way down to her feet slowly stepped back, then gently wiped her sweet lips with her thumb. Tears streamed down her flawless, beautiful face. She turned toward the door, giving Hector a tired glance before her expression hardened into cold indifference.
''Our marriage shall be canceled. Agreed?''
Silence.
''I'll take your silence as agreement.''
Bang!
…
At that moment, Hector finally shook off his dazed state. It was easy to understand—he had just received a massive flood of memories from this body, nearly overloading his brain.
''HECTOR! YOU WILL REGRET YOUR ACTIONS!''
A young man roared in fury, grabbing Hector by the collar, yanking him off the sofa, and throwing him into the corner of the room like a rag doll before storming out.
Thirty minutes later, Hector crawled out from the wreckage of broken chairs and tables, struggled to his feet, and found his sofa. He collapsed onto it, staring blankly at the ceiling as he slowly organized his thoughts.
''Fuck… Is this real?... I kissed her, not that bastard villain.''
A deep sense of satisfaction rose within him. He had saved the FML's first kiss in time. Tch. Timing really was everything.
''So that bastard is me.''
He looked at his reflection in a small mirror he held. A pale yet handsome face stared back at him, tinged with an arrogance that made anyone want to punch it.
A mere villain, and the fiancé of the FML, Violet. However, unlucky, she only treated this mere villain as a friend. Consumed by jealousy after watching the MC, Carl—who also loved Violet—grow closer to her day by day and reach true love, Hector began planning to force Violet to kiss him, with Carl standing there to witness it all.
Of course, he could never do it by his own power. He was a weakling—cowardly, lazy, talentless at almost everything—except abusing his family's reputation.
Well, this stupid villain had kidnapped Violet's little sister to force her into a contract to kiss him. Using the same method as Carl.
Damn it! This bastard took advantage of his massive background to do it. Once they saved their siblings, he would be finished.
According to what he read in the book—
After two days, he would be expelled from his clan. Then, one week later, he would be killed by the MC after Carl obtained a cheat from a GOD.
"This is shit!.. I need to prepare as much money as possible to survive in the academy before my father cuts me off."
His father was cold, harsh, and prideful. Surely, he wouldn't take back the money Hector secured in advance.
After ordering his old private butler to request his allowance early—
10,000 gold coins.
He would use it carefully.
"Finally, I need a cheat if I don't want to die by the MC."
Yes, he needed a blessing from a God—the same kind the MC received from an ancient temple.
"MC, you don't need a cheat. I'm going to use it for you. After all, you let the FMC die… and this world too."
Pretty soon, Hector arrived at the ancient temple after one day, thanks to the old butler's help. To be honest, he only vaguely remembered that this place was located in a ruined city—one destroyed by monsters from an ancient dungeon… the first dungeon in the world.
It was an event no human wanted to remember. Countless rumors had spread about it.
For example: a cursed city.
"Surely, there's a temple here… the temple of the Demon God."
A Demon God—a god he knew almost nothing about, since there was barely any information on them in the novel. Just like the Nameless God, the one who had sent him here and cursed him.
But who cared? According to what he read, those gods never appeared in the world or interfered with its affairs, so there was no need to bother about them.
"You can leave. From now on, I'll take care of it." Hector said, gazing at the top of a ruined building in the abandoned city.
The old butler nodded and replied politely, though a hint of hidden discomfort lingered beneath his calm expression.
"As you wish, my lord."
Then he left.
Hector grumbled to himself.
"For sure, this bastard's done a lot of things that deserve to be hated."
He jumped down and began approaching the ancient temple.
About six hours later, he finally arrived.
"Sorry, MC. I'll take your inheritance."
Standing before the altar of the ancient temple, he slowly knelt on the rotten wooden floor. He pressed his hands together in prayer, then lightly cut his thumb, letting a drop of blood fall through the air.
He did exactly what the MC had done.
…Well, actually, he followed everything written in the scrolls of the MC's grandfather—the man who had died in the first dungeon to obtain those ancient scrolls. Out of a sense of respect, the MC only opened them after this mere villain kissed Violet.
Unfortunately, Hector would take it in advance.
From the altar, where spiderwebs quickly vanished, Hector's drop of blood soon transformed the place, filling it with a single color:
Scarlet.
A ghostly voice began to echo.
"Blessing?… Curse?… Pick one of them."