Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 20: [Villainess Maker]

'So, are you an angel... Or maybe a fallen angel?'

[Neither]he replied instantly, without flinching.

'Hmm, then what the hell are you?' I asked, tapping constantly on the armrest of the chair.

[I... I don't know.]

'You don't know, or you don't trust me enough to tell me what you are?' I questioned, sensing his hesitation.

Well, I can understand his feelings. Even I don't want to share too much about myself with him.

Reason?

Because I don't fucking trust him.

'What's your name?' I asked, as he remained silent after my last question.

[El.]

'That's not your real name, is it?' I pressed, observing the lady who brought my food.

"Enjoy your meal, sir," she said with a light smile as she passed the food to me.

"Thank you," I replied, taking the food and placing it on the table in front of me.

"..."

[What happened?]

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'I felt uncomfortable when I thanked her,' I replied, looking at the lady.

Is my noble nature kicking in?

I can't even say thank you now?

"Ma'am," I called her again, making her look back at me. "Can I get anything electronic, like a phone or a tablet? I can pay for it if you want."

The lady looked at me awkwardly before she bowed a little and replied, "I will arrange one for you, sir, and it will be on the house."

With that, she walked back inside as I grabbed the utensils and brought the soup close to my mouth.

"Bland as ever," I mumbled as I drank the soup. I couldn't taste any flavor or sensation from the food.

And... For the rest of my life, I will have to live like this, never knowing how food tastes.

Just the thought of it depresses me.

[Wait... are you not going to ask anything from me?]

'Look buddy, you are the last thing I have to worry about,' I replied as I drank the soup just to fill my stomach.

[Seriously... What is wrong with you?]

'Everything,' I replied, shrugging my shoulders. 'Everything is wrong with me.'

The sound of footsteps approaching pulled me from my thoughts, and I looked up to see the lady returning with a small electronic device in her hands.

"Here you go, sir," she said, placing the device on the table in front of me. "A tablet, as requested."

"Thank you," I replied, again feeling a slight discomfort.

Opening the tablet, I quickly launched the first browsing app I could find on it.

[What are you doing?]

'Trying to find out who the [Main Antagonist] of the game will be,' I replied before taking a deep breath.

Hesperia kingdom.

I typed it in before clicking on the search icon and waiting for the results.

And... Nothing appeared.

I tried again and again with different approaches and words, but nothing appeared on it.

"Sigh..."

With a sigh, I placed the tablet back on the table before leaning back in the chair.

[Are you going to tell me what you were doing?]

'Hmm, you know, this world we're in, it's a world of a game or something similar,' I replied before closing my eyes.

[And... you are not him, right?]

'No shit, Sherlock. I would have been laughing like a madman if I were to be him,' I grumbled in reply.

[Why?] his voice echoed in my mind.

'Why, you ask?' I scoffed at his words before replying, 'That fucker is going to get a harem and power that he didn't earn, and you're asking me why?'

[So... aside from this hero person, who else is there?] Sensing my sour mood, he quickly changed the subject.

'Well, there are heroines, villains, villainess,' I replied, pausing briefly. '...And then there's me, the villainess maker.'

[So... you're special?] his voice probed.

'...No,' I replied, feeling a hint of bitterness. 'I'm just the heroines first love.'

I am a one-way ticket to a bad ending.

I opened my eyes to look at the tablet again, feeling a mixture of frustration and amusement.

Opening the browser once more, I searched for another name: Azariah Noah Aljanah.

In an instant, thousands of articles appeared before me.

"Disgrace of his family, rudest person to talk to, killer, rapist, mental patient... Woah, aren't I famous?" I chuckled softly as I read 'my' history according to the internet.

[You are not the same person as him?]

'No, I am not and in a sense I am,' I replied before closing the tablet. 'But you don't know how dearly I wished I wouldn't be him; being him is the shittiest thing that can happen to me.'

[Because of your body?]

'Partially, yes, but mostly because of my blessing.'

'Blessing of Amun-Ra' that I got when I was a child.

Blessing of one of the strongest Gods to ever live, but this blessing became a curse when the world got to know about it.

My body and my blessing are the most desirable things that all the evil organizations want.

A body that can work as a container and can adapt to all kinds of energy in this world.

That's what my blessing is capable of...

...But the problem is, my body rejects Mana and because I can't use Mana properly, making it extremely hard for me to get stronger.

I am basically a duck on a chopping board, ready to be chopped.

'...And you know what's the worst part in all this?' I thought as I closed my eyes.

'If I don't think about how to survive by the end of this year, I will be turned into a puppet that only moves in her hand until the end of my life.'