F*ck Yeah! I'm The Villain

Complaining about a problem,

Without proposing a solution

Is called whining.

~theodoore roosevelt

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"That is strange, but don't you have her life contract? Did you investigate it?were there any leads?" She shakes her head in dismay. Dark blue hair shining under the suns bright light.

"That's the even weirder part. The paper vanished into the thin air. It was like it never existed, just like her."

"I don't know why Ora, but...I feel like this isn't as simple as it looks."

"I know, but it was just a maid anyway. No need to dig deeper." On the surface I agree with her, but on the inside... I can't help but think that this is all too suspicious. Didn't that death-seeking god say that he erased all that there was about me in this place. Then, how was it possible for Ora's mysterious stranger to know about the Sakura Jian.

I only asked Gazora about the sword on a whim. I only wanted to test my luck and see if the god might have missed a piece of information. I had know idea that faith would be this kind to me and for my wishes to become reality. Dang, this was really too easy. Makes one feel a bit skeptical of it all. As if it was planned, eh, maybe I'm over thinking things.

"But enough about this mystical sword. How has your progress been in cultivation. The last time I saw you, you were at the second level in the Tongxuan Refining stage."

"Please, Don't remind me. Just reminiscing about how I had to endure my meridians being forcefully widened makes me shudder. I think I might have gotten PTSD from it all."

"Uh-what's this ptsd you're talking about. I've never heard of it before." I mentally curse myself for being so loosed tongued. I keep forgetting that a-lot of the phrases in my old life are not used here in this foreign land. Gosh, it's been fifteen years and I still can't keep track of it all.

"Oh it's nothing. Just a word I made up." She looks at me weirdly before letting it go.

"Alright. If you say so."

"So, how is your cultivatiom going?"

"Nuh-uh, You have to tell me about your exciting alchemy apprenticeship that you just got." Her eyes open wide in shock at my statement, surprised that I knew about the whole thing.

"Who told you!?"

"Shhh-shhh, not so loud. Baozi is sleeping!" My gaze shifts towards the plump bird laying on a pile of blankets on the floor. Its legs are up in the air, while their wings are sprawled out around eachother. You can hear Baozi's loud snores even with all the yelling. This is why I have him sleep in the space. Whenever he falls asleep and snores it sounds as if there's a giant nearby.

He turns his fat body over, blissfully unaware of the four eyes staring at his sleeping form.

"Awww, Why didn't you tell me Baozi got so fat. He's so chunky! And adorable! Awwww!"

If the old man in the space overheard Gazora's chosen words he'd choke on his alcohol. Who's adorable! Not that ugly little thing! It would do the world a great service if someone threw him in a pot to boil, is what he would say.

Sadly, he has other pressing matters to attend to and cannot be bothered with the irrelevant idle talk of Gazora and I in private.

The light in the room dims as a large cloud blocks the suns peeking face. The shadow adds a bit of mystery to the room as Gazora leans over to whisper words into my ears. The longer she continues the wider my eyes become.

It must be known that not just anything can get a reaction out of me. This is something that only happens inside of the fantasy books I read in my old world. I just thought that the ideas were too far fetched and would never happen in real life! But today I seemed to have widened my three views on the world.

Apparently, whilst walking through the streets of this unclaimed land, she happened to pass by a fight going on inside an abandoned alley way.

It was four masked men against one heavily injured man. She said the masked people held strange looking swords and carried a distinct scent of bloodlust around them.

Ora has always been a heavily moral bound person. As she likes to say. Sitting back and watching someone get killed was not her style. So she did what any good person would do and intervened. Helping the injured victim fight off his pursuers that were up to no good.

In the end they finally managed to get the upper hand, killing everyone inside of the valley but the man could not leave unwounded. He had a deep gash on the right side of his abdomen, along with a fractured ankle and bruises and cuts everywhere else on his body.

Gazora said he looked at her for about ten seconds before he succumbed to his fatal injuries and fainted from blood loss. She couldn't just leave him out in the open, after giving such painstaking efforts to save him. So she used the martial arts called Qing gong and flew him towards one of our many secret underground spy networks.

She had one of the doctors stationed there tens to his wounds. They said if she had been a little slower by the burning of one incense stick, he would have lost his life.

I never took Ora to be the heroic type but her heroic actions have forced me to look upon her in a new light. It's funny how so little time can change a person.

*SMACK!*

"Ow! What the hell Ora!"

"Sorry, you had that strange look in your eye and it was very unpleasant to look at." I scowl at her when I realized she was just using that as an excuse for me slapping her earlier.

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