F*ck Yeah! I'm The Villain

The true hero

is the one who conquers

his own anger and hatred.

Dalai Lamar

It is the next day. I got up, took a bath adorned my school uniform and made my way to the library early this morning. The sun’s face bȧrėly peeks out above the clouds.

I took out two books to read while I sit at the table in the middle of library. One speaks about the Acari tribe, the other informs me about the geography of the beast taming kingdom.

I choose The Unknowns, which is about the Akuma tribe to read first.

I skip through parts that focus on the way they use their eyes to control people. I already know about that.

The book dictates that the people of the Akuma tribe only wear black. I find that strange as they live in the dessert, that wardrobe choice is counterproductive. The fabric the cloaks are made of is from the blue grade moon silkworm. Only SS and SSS rank beast tamers can fully tame this beast to the point that it would willingly let cultivators take its specially spun silk, which they need in order advance in rank, to be used to make clothes.

It blocks the heat from the sun and keeps them cool.

Little is known on how they can access the resources needed to cultivate such high leveled alchemists. All the kingdom’s have sent spies to scout, but none have ever made it back.

‘That explains all of the skulls I saw when I eavesdropped on their summoning of Rowan.’

I search for anymore more information, but everything else is common knowledge about them. They delve into the dark arts, and that they are a secluded tribe that rarely contacts others.

My mouth is stretched taunt. I am disappointed on the lack of information on them in this place and I do not see anything on them in my space.

A sigh escapes my lips as I slouch back in exhaustion. I look outside the window adjacent from me and by the position of the sun I predict that it is around 10 in the morning right now. That means more than three hours has passed since I came here.

I look up and I see more students in here than earlier, which I expect. I move my eyes away from them and pick up the next book, “Land and Time.” Turning to the first two chapters, there is a drawn map in black ink. Marked territories and landmarks of the Biànxíng dòngwù kingdom fill the map. I move my finger along the lines, trying to figure out the fastest way I can make it to the capital.

Muttering to myself, “Okay so if we use our mounts then we can make it to Buta village in around 3 days. Then we can pay for a carriage and follow the road up north to Yàocǎo lín village, so that we another 2 days, by then Baozi and the other mounts should have rested enough to take us the rest of the way to the capital which if we use them should be maybe a day and 4 hours.” I try other routes but most of them, even if we use our mounts would take 2 weeks or more.

I doze off for a bit, my arm propelling me up on the table, conversations of others as they pass by drift across my ears, a crunching sound in the back of me triggers a flashback.

I am in the shadows, that thing is behind me. I know where it is, but I cannot touch it, it is voice whispers to me that there is more of them. That they are coming, that no one can stop them and that I am going to die trying.

A few students walk in. They are girls. All their eyes are on me, with knowing smiles on their faces, as if someone told them my biggest secret. I roll my eyes and start reading the geography book again.

“Look at how she’s acting. All high and mighty when she’s only a tribute country’s princess.”

“She looks so young; she could be 10. I don’t think we should tease the kid guys; she might cry.”

“Who cares she needs it. What? Do not tell me she has the face to bully other people but cannot take the blame when it is directed towards her? Pathetic.”

With my head still down, and my face covered by my silver hair, I flip them the birdie.

One of them shrieks, “I don’t know how she can be a princess. Do you see the little bitch’s hand!?”

“Uncultured freak.”

I hear their footsteps approaching me and an aggressive person attempting to grab and break my finger. I maneuver my hand so that I grip her wrist instead and slam her hand on the wooden table. Her face pulls towards me in the process and that is when I look up at the group of girls.

My heterochromia eyes gaze up at the one that tried to injure me, and I stand up out of my chair, pushing my chair all the way back. It scrapes against floor and the slow but loud noise echoes throughout the library.

“You-

I apply more pressure onto them. I can see the girls gritting their teeth trying to fight against it, but they eventually fall into kneeling positions. My hand is still on the girl’s own. Her blue eyes are red rimmed as when she fell into a kneeling position it twists her arm into an extremely uncomfortable position.

Their heads are bowed and after a while I fling her hand away and withdraw my aura. She falls on her back holding her arm. There are no bruises, but the internal damages are a bit concerning.

Her group of friends help her up. One of them with purple eyes and green hair says, “Come on ladies, lets go.” They sashay away in a pitiful attempt to display confidence.

Throwing the incident to the back of my mind I plan my steps. For money I will have to sign up with the bank of-

Another girl walks to where I am sitting. I crack my neck and switch my position in the chair. My legs are crossed on the table and my left arm supports the back of my head. I give her a daring look, but she pays no heed and stomps to my table. She has long bubble gum pink hair, grey eyes, and pouty lips. The typical look of a white lotus. An extremely dumb one.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but the principal is my grandfather, try that shit again with my friends and I’ll make sure your time here is unbearable. I’m not afraid of you.” Her eyes glow and a wind lift her hair. She is a mage. Silver, Intermediate level but still powerful.

There are five ranks for mages in this world. Silver is the intermediate level, Aqua is for mid rank there are three levels to aqua, beginner, advanced, and experienced. Then there’s Gold, two levels for gold are formation and cast, last would-be Violet. Benjamin has reached aqua advanced, but he says that he will soon have a breakthrough to experienced.

She has some talent. She could be powerful in the future but that head of hers will be her downfall.

As she walks away, her swinging back and forth I act on an impulsive urge. I conjure a wind blade and send it in her direction. It cuts her waist length hair up to her neck in a bob cut. She stops as a cool breeze kisses the back of her neck. She looks down, the floor is covered with her pink hair. Then a yellow liquid streams down her leg. Gross.

She starts crying. “You bitch, look what you did!”

“Guards arrest her! Take her to my grandfather this instant! Tell him what she did!”

A guard tries to escort her out the library as she is attracting attention towards herself.

“Don’t touch me you lowly dog! My hair, my beautiful hair, she cut it!” The guard lifts her up and carries her out of the library. If I were him, I would immediately wash my uniform after.

Taking delight in her misfortune as I watch her being carried away, two guards obstruct my vision. “Ma’am this school has rules. If you do not want to abide by them then this school is not the right one for you.” The other guard gives me a death glare, but I reply with an innocent smile.

They stare at me for longer than a minute before walking to the post, thinking that I got the message.

If only they knew I was not the least bit intimidated.

“Sigh, so many fools in this place.” I drawl out.. Twirling a strand of hair in my hand.