DOOMED TO BE A VILLAIN

"...Tch, it happened again." groaned Davies as his eyes fell upon young, white-skinned arms, that were not his merely seconds ago.

"…It's the fourth time this is happening, yet it still hurts like the first time… which idiot said pain tolerance increases with experience." He barely whispered while holding onto his aching head.

He slowly rose from his sleeping position and moved his feet to the floor beside the bed while slowly sorting out the memories that had just appeared in his head.

Slowly, the ache in his head faded away and his blurry vision became clearer as he looked around the room to see a chair by the bedside and a television a bit farther away… or at least it looked like a television since it had a pretty large screen.

Davies stood up and walked towards the huge screen to see his reflection on the screen where a short white-haired, bespectacled green-eyed, 6-year-old boy with puffed-up eyes was looking back at him.

'...after fainting at his parents' funeral, I somehow took over his body…' Davies shuffled back to the latest memories of "Davies Lake" that were just drilled into his head as he looked at his obvious grieving appearance in the mirror.

"Well… too bad his parents won't be getting a revenge story... I don't owe him or them anything," He thought with a self-deprecating smile until something strange suddenly appeared in his vision.

"...What's this…?" He exclaimed as he looked at the black screen that seemed to move around along with his vision.

Davies put out his hand to touch it, but his hand felt a cold screen-like matter for a just split second before his hand phased through it like it was ethereal.

"...Interesting…" He continued trying to touch the black screen thingy and a couple of minutes later he found out he could only touch it by actually being willing to, otherwise, his hand just went right through it like it was ethereal.

Just as he figured that out, he heard the sound of footsteps. He turned to face the only door in the room and soon enough, the door opened up to reveal a middle-aged man with an especially vigorous and wild aura.

'Hagen Lake… head of the Lake family and League head of the Mad Lions… also, my uncle,' Davies recognized the face of his visitor from the memories he had just received.

"Oh… you're awake." came a deep gruff voice as the middle-aged man eyed the scrawny-looking kid in front of him.

'He seems to have been crying his eyes out.' Hagen thought as he looked at Davies's puffed-up eyes behind his glasses with tear stains still on his face.

'Those eyes… he's appraising me,' Davies realized as he saw Hagen's cold scrutinizing eyes, as they literally scanned him.

"Yes, Uncle…" Davies meekly responded, immediately mimicking his predecessor's shy attitude and way of speaking.

"... I don't know much about comforting people, but you have to stay strong for your parent's sake." Hagen comforted as he knelt before the young Davies and patted his head.

"... Yes Uncle…" Davies whimpered and shed a few tears, going along with his uncle's acting.

"...So, dry your tears and man up… never let your enemy know the true depth of a member of the Lake family," Hagen told him sternly.

Davies quickly wiped his eyes with his sleeves and tried to put on a brave face, but he still looked pained and pitiful.

"Good… Now rest up, tomorrow is another day." Hagen commended as he stood up and turned away towards the door while thinking to himself, 'weak little thing…doesn't seem like he suspects anything… but what did I even expect from a six-year-old.'

As the door shut behind Hagen, Davies's pained and tear-filled expression immediately disappeared from his face.

'Doesn't seem like he can see this screen thing,' he pondered as his attention went back to the weird black screen that now had some words written on it in gold color.

"Fated Villain System," Davies read aloud the words written on the screen.

"Seriously… I had to get a system in my fifth life… wasn't the saying 'Third time's the charm'…"

"Tch… that idiot was also wrong," Davies clicked his tongue at the absurdity of his situation right now before going ahead to touch the characters on the screen.

The words exploded into a shower of golden lights that went on to rearrange themselves around the screen, creating an elaborate golden design around the edges of the screen before other words began popping up on the screen.

[Stats]

[Abilities]

[Shop]

[Inventory]

"Oh… Now we're getting somewhere" Davies was more than a bit excited at this unexpected power-up, so quickly stretched his hand toward the screen and tapped [Stats]…

But nothing happened… He then touched [Abilities]…

But nothing happened as well…

"What the hell is this…!?" He exclaimed, confused at the current situation before carefully examining the screen only to notice that every other word, but [Inventory] was discolored and faded in color.

Davies then tapped on the [Inventory] option and the screen changed to show rows and columns of empty squares filling up the whole screen.

He tapped one of the squares but it widened suddenly and his hand went into it without coming out the other side, greatly shocking him as he quickly removed his hand. He looked at his hand and noticed that there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it, so he went ahead and touched another one of the squares and his hand was swallowed into it as well.

"... Hehe…" Davies chuckled in embarrassment at his reaction after seeing that it wasn't harmful at all and then continued putting his hand into the squares, simply playing around.

[Stop acting like a retard], He suddenly heard a childish girly voice say.

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"Who!?" Davies reacted sharply, quickly looking around.

[Stop looking around like an idiot, you look even more retarded now], The voice came again.

Davies paused for a moment and then asked, "Wait… are you sounding from inside my head."

[...Yes…], The voice replied.

"...Oh my God…!!!"

"I have a weirdo inside my head!" Davies wailed as he grabbed his head in exasperation.

[You're the weirdo, idiot! Now stop acting stupid and let me do what I have to do!] The voice responded angrily.

"You're the weird one for sounding from inside my head!" Davies retorted.

[Ok, ok, whatever… now shut up and listen.] The voice sighed.

"Listen to what… a weird person sounding in my head." Davies continually pointed out.

[Hey, shut up if you want me to explain how the system works and what it has to do with your current life.] The voice shouted inside Davies's head angrily.

[Why are you so irritable anyways?]

"Well, I did just get killed a few minutes ago by someone who slept with my girlfriend and my sister, so forgive me if I am not in the mood to play games with a weird voice sounding from inside my head." Davies snapped angrily.

[...Oh…]

[...that did happen.] The voice responded quietly almost in a whisper.

"...!"

"Wait…? You Know!??" Davies cried out in shock.

[Well, I'm in your head, so uh… yeah, I know everything about you that you know… for example, you take things apart whenever you're nervous.]

"Somebody call the author…! Where is my privacy?" Davies shouted.

(Author picks up the phone: Yeah, uh… sorry about that, but I can't change it… so uh, deal with it.)

[Stop calling the author…after all, even he knows…]

[...I am inevitable] The voice responded imitating a particular person.

"Did you seriously just pull out a Thanos line?" Davies asked, bewildered.

[Yeah, you have a ton of movies and stuff in here that I can't wait to get back to, so shut the hell up and ask any questions you want to ask before I give you a basic rundown of the system functions.] The voice came again, already beginning to sound irritated.

"How do I shut up, and ask questions at the same time," Davies asked, confused.

[Oh, you'll figure it out. Now hurry up and ask your questions.] The voice replied nonchalantly.

'Asking questions with my mouth shut huh?' Davies thought.

[Yeah, like that.]

'So all I had to do was think things up' Davies thought exasperatedly.

[Wow, you're such a genius… now can you ask whatever questions you have.] The voice responded with a heavy dosage of sarcasm.

'Ok… First of all, what are you and why the hell are you in my head!!!' Davies shouted in his mind.

[...Seriously… that's your first question?] The voice asked with irritation.

'Well duh, what better question than to ask who the foreign element in my mind is.' Davies answered with sarcasm.

[Well… if you say it like that it does make sense.]

"Oi author, are you sure you weren't scammed to get such a stupid interface assistant." Davies facepalmed.

(Author: I don't even know bro.)

[Well… I am a voice or a consciousness… or something...] The voice finally replied.

"You don't even know what you are…!? What kind of low-budget fool created you.] Davies asked with irritation and disbelief in his voice.

(Author: Hey!!! Language! And it's not my fault I'm broke. I'm still a newbie author without any financial support, okay!)

[Well, sorry I don't know what I am, I just woke up in here, okay!]

[I don't know much except for the information floating around in your head and in mine right now] The voice answered exasperatedly.

"...So you are the system?" Davies inquired.

[Nope, I came with the system and my current function is to explain to you how the Fated Villain System works, and I also have access to all its current functions,] The voice answered.

"Ok… So, what does the system do?" Davies asked.

[That's classified … you have to get "The Blessing of the Cataclysm" to access that information] The voice responded.

"Seriously…but that's like four years from now!" Davies exclaimed before calming down and asking,

"So, what does the stats button do or show?"

[That's classified]

"What about abilities?" Davies asked again,

[Classified]

"What about the shop, at least you can tell me that?" Davies asked yet again,

[Classified]

Davies facepalmed after hearing her response.

"At least the inventory…?" Davies asked after raging in his mind for a while.

[That is a personalized spatial pocket for you to put stuff in but as it feeds off your energy… and you're still pretty weak, you can't just put anything in it] The voice answered.

"... So let me get this straight…"

"... Others get a system that can do all sorts of cool stuff and I get… an over-glorified backpack." Davies blurted out.

[...]

[You know what… fuck you!]

[I'll be busying myself watching all these movies and other stuff you have floating around in here.]

[See you in a few years!!!] The voice raged on,

[Oh… and before I go… do note that, if you die once more, no more transmigration for you… so do make sure to stay alive.] The voice said before going silent.

"Huh…!? What do you mean I actually die…!?" Davies shouted.

"Hello!?"

"Weirdo voice in my head?" Davies called out but received no reply.

"Great, just great," Davies bemoaned.

Davies had been walking around the room while he conversed with the voice and was now at the back of the television with a screwdriver he had found on one of the windows.

Davies began to take apart the television as he thought nervously,

'According to all those transmigration and system books I've read, when you have a system with a specific name… like mine… you get to have to deal with whatever the name is or the opposite of the name… which means in the future, I'll have to deal with protagonists or villains… or both.'

'I still can't believe that bastard Aaron killed me because I was supposed to become some kind of evil genius scientist in the future… who kills someone for something they do in the future…? Also, how did he even know the future?' Davies thinks angrily as his hands moved continuously.

'Now thanks to that idiot, I'm stuck in this new world that I hardly know anything about and will have to fuck with annoying existences in the nearest future, and all I have as help is a busted system and an annoying voice in my head.' Davies said to himself as he threw the screwdriver away angrily.

"FUCK!!!" He shouted out angrily, on the brink of a nervous breakdown, but then noticed something strange.

He looks down to see the dismantled television that somehow had been perfectly arranged on the floor, screw for screw. Strangely enough, he wasn't even paying attention to it when he was dismantling it, yet he somehow had the knowledge to put it back together, the knowledge of any flaws, and a perfect understanding of how it works.

"...That's new…" Davies whispers, confused at the situation and the extra knowledge that somehow was now in his head.

Davies then went to pick up the screwdriver from where he had thrown it and then went back to where the television compartments were all arranged carefully and then began to test this new discovery.

He started trying to put it back together and saw his hands move in a quick, fluid, and efficient motion, putting things back together and screwing them and putting them all together with nothing but a screwdriver, and barely 2 minutes later, he was done assembling the whole television again.

"...Oh wow…"

"...Couldn't do that yesterday…" Davies said as he plugged in the television, saw it come on, and started showing a big blue-gray cat chasing after a brown mouse.

"Did I just become a genius overnight…"

"...or do humans become smart after dying four times?"

(Author: Nobody's going to be helping you test that theory, so focus…)

'Usually, this is where the system is especially helpful by explaining what is happening to me right now… too bad my system is useless.' He thinks dejectedly at his lack of information.

[I'm not useless] the voice says indignantly from inside Davies's head.

"Yes, you are!!! and didn't you say, "see you in a few years" and that you were leaving." Davies shouted at the voice.

[...]

[I did mention that my job is to answer any question that concerns the system… and you.] the voice responded with a mental eye roll.

"...Oh…"

[Also, I am a voice in your head… where would I even go to]

[So smart, yet so stupid… is that a new trend nowadays] she snickered.

"I'm not stupid… I'm just annoyed at your uselessness," Davies fired back.

[I'm not useless!]

"Whatever… just explain what is happening to me," Davies retorted sharply.

[[Science genius] is a characteristic that you should have had in your previous life, but you died before even being able to ever use it so I'm just as shocked as you are, especially as there doesn't seem to be any traces of your other past lives abilities]

[Do remember though, that what you have now is potential to be a genius and not an actual genius.] the voice explained.

"So, simply saying… I'm a lot smarter now when it concerns a technological aspect." Davies stated.

[Well, yeah… but like I said potential, so you'll have to actually learn things] The voice replied.

"... Okay, you're pretty useful" Davies responded.

[hmph…]

"... but just a teeny tiny bit…" Davies concluded.

[Huh…!?]

"Anyway since you're going to be stuck in my head for the foreseeable future, shouldn't you have a name?" Davies asked.

[You're the only one I know that wants to name a voice in their head] The voice replied annoyedly.

"Point of correction… a voice in my head that isn't mine," Davis stated

[Whatever, idiot.]

"... hmmm, how about Jarvis?" Davis asked with a pondering expression.

[What!!! NO… You'll be sued for copyright]

"No, we won't" Davis affirmed,

[I don't care… I don't want that name; it sounds too boyish… and old school] the voice replied stubbornly.

"...Tch… so touchy" Davies clicked his tongue,

"...What about… Miya?" Davies asked again.

[...]

[...I'll grudgingly accept that name… ] Miya answered indignantly, but Davies could hear a little happiness in her tone.

"As if it wasn't already hard enough having to deal with women in the outside world, now I got a Loli inside my head."

"What sin did I ever commit to deserve this." Davies sighed.

[Well… you did kill your mother]

Immediately Miya said this, the air surrounding Davies changed as his face changed to a cold, angry, and unfeeling one.

"...M.i.y.a" He slowly called out.

***In a plane over the city of Yorkshire***

"Please, fasten your seatbelts as we are about to begin our descent into Yorkshire city." A beautiful air hostess said to a white-haired man who stared out the window, bringing him out of his thoughts.

"Oh, okay" he replied while flashing a charming grin at her as he adjusted his glasses.

[What were you thinking about that you had to make the air hostess come to personally bring you out of your thoughts.] Miya asked.

"Nothing much… I was just thinking a bit about the past." He replied before looking back outside the window.

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(*In the world of Leivandage, during the Great Cataclysm 50 years ago, towers of blessing arose in many various locations and every specie is required to go to one of the towers at the age of 10 to get a blessing, The Blessing of the Cataclysm. The blessing varies from specie to specie but are all alike in the part that they are never random blessings as every blessing given to everybody is very specifically tailored to them or a part of them.

But just having a blessing doesn't make a difference as the blessing needs to be activated by some very rare resources and thus not everyone has an activated blessing… that chance is only for the very rich and influential or those with high potential blessings.

Those with an activated blessing are called "MEGAS". (More details would be provided later in the story or in the auxiliary chapter)