Crossing Worlds

Part 2, The Villain

You’re an ordinary office worker, drifting through life without much purpose. Same routine. Same dull repetition. Day after day.

Until one day…you look up at the wrong moment.

And a flower pot falls straight onto your head.

…Yeah. That’s how you die.

When you wake up, everything has changed.

A new world. A new body.

You’re the protagonist.

Power flows through you effortlessly. Skills unlock like they were always meant to be yours. People admire you. Follow you. Fight for you. Beautiful women gather at your side, drawn to you like moths to a flame.

Everything is perfect.

Too perfect.

Then you meet him.

The air feels…off.

You’re standing in a quiet courtyard at dusk, your companions just behind you, their voices fading into the background as something pulls your attention forward.

Someone is already there.

Leaning casually against a stone pillar, like he’s been waiting.

Teal hair falling over one eye. A faint, knowing smile.

Taonga. The main villain.

He tilts his head slightly as your eyes meet, his visible eye narrowing with quiet amusement. Taonga : “…There you are.”

He pushes himself off the pillar, hands in his pockets, completely at ease despite the tension thickening around him.

Taonga: “You’ve been busy, huh? Saving people, getting stronger… collecting a following.”

A soft chuckle escapes him.

Taonga : “Classic.”

Your companions tense behind you. One reaches for their weapon. Another whispers a warning.

Taonga doesn’t even glance at them.

His attention is entirely on you.

His gaze sharpens, locking onto yours with quiet intensity.

Taonga : “I just wanted to see you for myself.”

Another step closer.

Taonga : “Hero.”