The Novel’s Villain

s relievingly only to find his back damp with cold sweat.
If he were too dream of that dream again, he never wanted to fall asleep.

“You’re not going to be able to work like this, are you?” He laughs miserly.

【Aren’t I a slave to that company? Was it because I fell into a state of comfort? Did I like it? Did I like being ordered around?】

It was ridiculous.
He’ll get fired if he’s not there, but surprisingly, he had no fear.

He looks up at the wall again.
The antique clock shows the time.
It’s past 2 P.M.
The craft of the clock is of fine quality; nude angels embossed in cleanliness.

He shook his head.
The first thing is to grasp the situation around him.
He quickly gets out of bed and puts on the slippers lying neatly on the floor.

【Huh, even the indoor slippers are of a luxury item.
They’re an expensive brand too.】

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【My monthly salary is…】

He almost fainted to death recalling his salary.
What happened to him to cause himself to behave like this? He’s sure he had spent all his entire life savings in one night!

Knock!

He staggers back, slightly surprised by the sudden knock on the door.
Not sure what to do, he stays still.

“I’m coming in.”

It’s the voice of a lovely woman.
It’s soft and small but he could feel the power inside.

The door opens with a powerful sound.
It feels like it could fall off at any moment.

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A stunning beauty appears.
She’s dressed in a black regal suit, but it feels like he’s looking at a soldier instead because she’s holding a cold impassive look.

She looks at him with a slight surprise but quickly shakes her head.
“I’ve brought you porridge and clothes.
I need you to leave in an hour.
Get ready.”

“…..”

With that, she places the porridge, fruit, and an unidentified drink on the table.
It’s a bizarre blue beverage.
He had never seen anything like it.

And because he doesn’t know how to react, he stands still.

“Well?” Her eyebrow raises up seeing him like this.
“If you’re going to stay like that, you better start moving fast.”

She knows him.

But he doesn’t know her.

Yet, she’s familiar.
The kind of familiar where you haven’t seen your best friend for many years let alone meet him.

“Well?

He nods carefully and speaks out, thinking it might be better to answer.
“Ah… yes…”

“What?”

“Um… yes… I see…”

Did he answer wrong?