The cell was silent, save for the slow drip of water and the occasional skitter of rats.
I sat motionless, chained by the wrists, back slouched, eyes dim.
The grey colored surrounding I usually saw, wasn't visible at all.
Maybe due to there being no light behind the prison bars I was in.
However, surprisingly, the things which must have seemed all too surreal didn't feel strange at all.
I was standing on the edge of the rooftop of my apartment just a few moments ago.
The sudden influx of memories of someone else, or rather, the original owner of this body inflicted a little headache in me.
But that was all I could feel.
Even if this body was tattered beyond imagination, I couldn't feel any pain.
Even though I was all alone in this widespread darkness, I couldn't feel anything.
Then, I noticed a dancing flame closing in the distance with me.
Upon closer observation, I found the damp walls of the prison cell were filled with indistinct letters and lines, I couldn't make any meaning of.
The flickering light revealed more of the filth-covered cell—walls etched with what looked like claw marks, carvings made by broken fingernails or desperate madness.
When I slowly accommodated with the sudden appearance of light, the holder of the flame, a fully armored soldier, straight out of the mediaeval period, appeared in front of me.
"You have a visitor."
He stood aside, while I noticed someone else coming from behind him.
A cloaked figure, completely hiding their body.
They must be pretty skilled, because I couldn't even hear their footsteps.
But, from the outline of their figure, I could vaguely say that they were a female.
"Your execution time has been declared. Tomorrow morning, with the first sunrise, you will be publicly executed.", she said.
Yes. This was the main plot of the web novel, "I became overpowered with the swordmaster system".
And the body I now inhabited—
Was Dorian Valen.
The mid-tier villain of the early arcs.
A depraved noble from the western territories. Arrogant, brilliant, and utterly ruthless.
He had burned down his own family's estate just to silence dissent.
Ordered an entire village to be razed because a peasant insulted his house crest.
Conducted illegal experiments on commoners, using alchemy and forbidden runes to twist men into beasts.
A man feared not for his strength, but for the cruelty of his mind.
Dorian didn't fight battles—he orchestrated them from the shadows. Collapsing noble alliances, instigating civil unrest, assassinating reformers.
And worst of all?
He was smart enough to make it all look like someone else's fault.
He was the perfect monster to begin the story with.
One who needed no redemption, no backstory, no complexity.
The world saw him as a demon in human flesh.
And now... I was in his place.
Tomorrow morning, with the rise of the sun, the crowd would scream for justice as my head hit the basket.
The hero would step forward, bathed in golden light, and the system would reward him.
They would erase the terror Dorian created with a single swing of the blade.
And everything would move forward, exactly as written.
And me?
I'd disappear from the pages like a red stain wiped clean.
Fitting, I suppose.
Maybe even deserved.
But the thought that lingered—cold and bitter—wasn't fear.
It was this: how cheap it all felt.
This scene where a visitor would come to see him before his execution was also there.
Same cloaked figure, same words.
The only change is me in place of Dorian.
"Well, there is a way to escape immediate execution if you obey what we ask of you.", she spoke again, the same words I had read.
It was a scene to showcase the desperacy of Dorian to live and to satisfy the readers, as he begged for his life in front of this cloaked figure.
Because, the woman in front of me is a messanger of the emperor himself, the same emperor who passed the verdict of Dorian's public execution.
There was no way they were going to spare his life.
So they took advantage of Dorian's desperacy to live, and pulled out some useful information against the black market of him.
"Where are Friedrich's documents hidden?", she asked.
Friedrich is the secretary of the one in charge of the largest black market syndicate of the empire.
However, he collected evidences against them and tried to reveal it to the empire, so that they could take legal actions against the syndicate.
Unfortunately, he was caught in the act and killed brutally by the Black Market Alliance.
And Dorian knew where the documents were hidden before they could kill Friedrich.
In the novel, Dorian tells her the location of the documents.
But, as soon as he gives the info and she confirms it through telepathy, she turned around and left the cell.
Dorian bawled his eyes out in despair of being manipulated.
Well, that was how the story went.
But, now it's upto me.
And I do neither have the will to live nor the will to respond to her.
Even if I don't tell her the location, they will take me to the execution grounds effectively.
Cause they aren't that desperate to crush the black market, currently.
But, I don't want them to think that I got manipulated either, for which I don't want to tell them the location either.
So, I decided upon what to do.
Gradually, I stood up and looked at her upfront.
Then I slowly pulled my pants down, and displayed my blacksword in front of her.
"I will give you the location of the documents, ...if you suck my cock for 5 minutes straight."
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Author's Note :
I am new to writing on this platform, so comment down your thoughts on this chapter.
Next : The Villain System
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