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Villain Raiders

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Growing up timid and fearful, the most awesome thing Karl has done in his life is to save two schoolchildren who were jaywalking into the red, so much so that he bravely gave himself away for once. Woke up again to find worn into the book in the thunder pit side repeatedly horizontal jump cannon fodder villain, the end because of offending the protagonist in the teeth of the road to sleep on the street. Karl who was told by his mom since he was a child that his body is delicate and he can't sleep on the street:! Just when Karl was planning to be a little transparent in this world without participating in the plot, he accidentally bound a villain system, and if he didn't follow the original plot to make trouble for the protagonist, he would be deducted money than

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"Get lost, you whiner! You think anyone cares about your pocket change?" The burly guy sneered, stuffing the stolen thirty dollars into his uniform pocket. His actions betrayed his words; he clearly wanted the money despite his dismissive tone. Karl shrank back against the wall, cornered in the equipment room. His eyes followed the bills disappearing into the bully's pocket. Those thirty dollars represented two days of skipped lunches, carefully saved to buy his cousin a birthday gift. The weight of the loss pressed heavily on his chest, making it hard to breathe in the stuffy room. The skinny accomplice standing beside the burly guy looked unsatisfied, his face twisting into a scowl. "Damn, is this all you've got? What are we, panhandlers?" Karl, his voice barely above a whisper, managed a weak, "Um." The skinny guy's weather-beaten face contorted with anger. "What did you say?!" Realizing his mistake, Karl quickly shook his head, his eyes wide with fear. "N-nothing..." The burly guy gave Karl a once-over, his gaze lingering on the threadbare uniform and scuffed shoes. He reached out and patted Karl's cheek condescendingly, his meaty hand leaving an unpleasant warmth. "You're lucky today, kid. Next time, bring more cash for your big brothers, got it?" Karl's fingers dug into his uniform, twisting the fabric into wrinkles. His heart raced, pumping fear through his veins, but a small spark of defiance flickered in his chest. "What you're doing is wrong," he stammered, his voice gaining a hint of strength. "It's bullying!" The words hung in the air, seeming to echo in the small space. Karl's chest heaved as he struggled to continue, "You... you..." He swallowed hard, his throat dry. "Don't you worry I'll tell the teachers?!" As soon as the words left his mouth, the two bullies erupted into laughter as if they'd just heard the joke of the century. Their mocking guffaws exploded in the quiet equipment room, reverberating off the walls and surrounding Karl like a suffocating cloud. The burly guy clutched his stomach, his face red with mirth. "You?" he managed between laughs. "You're gonna tell?" That single, scornful question stomped on Karl's already fragile self-esteem. He felt his face burn with humiliation, but something inside him refused to back down completely. Gritting his teeth, Karl puffed out his scrawny chest as much as he could. "Yes, me," he said, his voice quavering but determined. The burly guy snorted, clearly unimpressed by Karl's attempt at bravery. "You wouldn't dare," he said, reaching out to pat Karl's cheek again, this time with a bit more force. The dismissive gesture stung more than the physical contact. Karl felt his resolve wavering, but he clung to it desperately. He knew that backing down now would only invite more bullying in the future. But standing up to them was terrifying; these guys were known troublemakers, with a reputation that sent shivers down the spines of even the toughest kids in school. Karl's mind raced, searching for a way out of this situation. He thought about making a run for it, but his legs felt like jelly, and he knew he wouldn't make it far. He considered yelling for help, but who would hear him in this isolated corner of the school? And even if someone did hear, would they come to his aid or just pretend they hadn't heard anything? The skinny guy, growing impatient with the exchange, took a step closer. "Look, runt," he growled, his breath hot on Karl's face. "You're gonna forget this ever happened, understand? And next week, you'd better have more cash for us. Or else..." He left the threat hanging, but Karl's imagination filled in the blanks all too easily. Images of bruises, torn clothes, and further humiliation flashed through his mind. He felt tears pricking at the corners of his eyes but blinked them back furiously. Crying would only make things worse. Just as Karl thought the situation couldn't get any more tense, the distant sound of a door slamming echoed through the hallway. All three of them froze, listening intently. Footsteps approached, accompanied by the jingle of keys. The burly guy cursed under his breath. "It's the janitor," he hissed to his friend. "Let's scram." With one last threatening glare at Karl, the two bullies slipped out of the equipment room, leaving him alone and shaken. Karl sagged against the wall, his legs finally giving out. He slid to the floor, hugging his knees to his chest as he tried to process what had just happened. As the janitor's whistling grew louder outside the door, Karl struggled to compose himself. He wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart. He knew he should report the incident, but fear still gripped him. What if the bullies found out? What if no one believed him? The janitor's keys rattled in the lock, and Karl quickly stood up, smoothing out his uniform. As the door swung open, he plastered on a weak smile, mumbling an excuse about retrieving a lost textbook. The janitor, an older man with kind eyes, gave him a curious look but didn't question him further. As Karl hurried out of the equipment room and down the hallway, his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Part of him was proud that he had stood up to the bullies, even if only a little. But another part was terrified of the consequences. And underlying it all was a deep sadness and frustration at the injustice of it all. He had lost his cousin's birthday money, and now he faced the prospect of ongoing extortion. As he walked home, shoulders hunched and steps quick, Karl couldn't help but wonder: Would he ever find the courage to truly stand up for himself? Or was he doomed to always be the victim, always be the one shrinking in the corner? Little did Karl know that this incident was just the beginning of a journey that would challenge him in ways he never expected, pushing him to discover strengths he never knew he had. The sound of the slap wasn't particularly hard, but it was crisp and clear, stinging Karl's ears. ] "Same time tomorrow. Bring me five hundred bucks. Don't forget," the burly guy said, turning to leave with his skinny accomplice. Karl stood rooted to the spot, his hands clenched into fists, his thin chest heaving. This was too much! They were the same age; how could they expect him to have what they didn't? Five hundred dollars?! It was outrageous. He knew he was usually meek and submissive, but even a cornered rabbit will bite. Karl straightened his usually hunched back and called out, "Wait!" The summer heat was oppressive, and the burly guy had taken off his school jacket, revealing muscular arms. He turned, annoyed. "What?" Karl mustered his courage and said, "... Watch out for the doorstep when you leave." The burly guy scoffed, "I'm not blind, idiot." As they left, the skinny guy, still slightly unnerved by Karl's earlier threat, suggested, "Let's go after that fat kid from Class 2 tomorrow." "Why?" the burly guy asked, puzzled. "You're really not worried he'll tell the teachers?" "Him?" Another derisive laugh. "That sissy coward? He wouldn't dare even if he had eight times the guts." Their footsteps faded, but their mocking laughter echoed in Karl's mind on repeat. The equipment room, now free from bullies, fell silent. After what seemed like an eternity, a weak voice broke the quiet. "I'm not a coward..." Karl left the school grounds, dejected. Since his parents' death, he'd been passed around like a hot potato among relatives. To avoid being a burden, he'd learned to keep his head down and stay out of trouble. Now living with his aunt, he'd been saving up for his cousin's birthday gift, only to have it stolen. Standing at the street corner, Karl was at a loss. How could he go home empty-handed? Suddenly, a dramatic voice cut through his thoughts. "What? He dared to hit on my girl?!" It was a young boy, play-acting with his friend. "What should we do, boss?" the other boy chimed in. "He had the nerve to pass a note to Jessica! Let's go teach him a lesson!" "Boss, calm down!" The first boy struck a pose. "I've gone dark side now." Karl watched this childish drama unfold, shaking his head. So young, and already fighting over love. But then, to his horror, the boys started to cross the street against the red light. Acting on instinct, Karl moved to stop them. "It's a red light," he said softly but firmly. Annoyed at being lectured, one boy retorted, "What do you know?" The "boss" declared, "Heroes always go against the flow!" Before Karl could react, they darted past him onto the road. "Hey! Come back!" Karl panicked, trying to grab them, but only managed to brush one boy's Ultraman backpack. The glaring red light seemed to mock him as the boys weaved between speeding cars. Bystanders gasped in horror. "Whose kids are those?!" someone shouted, followed by a cacophony of blaring horns. A delivery van, unable to stop in time, hurtled towards the boys. Karl's pupils dilated in fear as the chaos around him reached a crescendo. No, this can't happen... Whether this "no" was for the boys or himself, Karl wasn't sure. Conflicting thoughts warred in his mind as the traffic light continued its merciless countdown. In what felt like an eternity but was merely a second, Karl made his decision and sprinted onto the road. The red light's reflection flashed across his pale face as he ran. "Kid! Come back! It's dangerous!" someone yelled, but Karl couldn't hear anymore. He raced towards the setting sun, his hair whipping in the wind, his silhouette resolute against the fading light. His legs, surprisingly, didn't feel weak as he'd feared they might. Was he scared? Absolutely terrified. This single act of bravery would probably use up his lifetime's supply of courage. The screeching of tires on asphalt, people's terrified screams, and the nearby wailing of children all faded into the background as Karl hit the ground. Blood seeped through his faded school uniform, spreading across the black asphalt. Karl lay there, numb with pain, unable to move or cry out. His eyes were open, but everything was dark. If he could see, he'd know that his seemingly long deliberation had taken only a second. Maybe he could be considered a hero after all. See? He wasn't a coward. As the air in his lungs grew scarce and each breath became agonizing, Karl finally succumbed to the pain and closed his eyes. Karl, you were so brave... [Breaking News: A traffic accident occurred in our city today. Two elementary school students recklessly crossed against a red light and were nearly hit by a vehicle. A high school student rushed to their rescue at the last moment.] [The rescuer, Karl Ebert, died at the scene.] Karl opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling above him. He blinked twice. Is this heaven? If so, heaven's decor left much to be desired. The wall paint was even peeling. A sudden mechanical voice resonated in his mind, [This is not heaven.] Karl, who had been about to move, froze. Does hell have peeling walls too?! No, that wasn't the point. The point was, he saved someone and still went to hell?! [System: This isn't hell either.] Karl bolted upright in bed. "Who... who's talking?!" [System: Me.] He looked around frantically, but there was no one else in the room. Which was probably for the best – half a person would have scared him to death. Karl cautiously got out of bed and began searching the room for another person. Under the blanket, behind the door, even in the trash can. [System: ...] Finding no one, Karl sat back on the bed, relieved. It must have been his imagination. [System: It's not your imagination. I'm speaking to you.] Karl froze, then his expression changed dramatically. "I must have a concussion!" [System: You don't have a concussion! I'm a system.] To prevent further insults, the system launched into an explanation. [System: I'm the system bound to you in this world. You died in your original world, and the Main God took pity on you and chose you to complete a mission.] Surprised but curious, Karl asked, "What mission?" [System: An antagonist mission. You're now the antagonist in this world. Your job is to cause trouble for the protagonist, be the stumbling block on his path to success, the cog in the plot's wheel, until you're ultimately crushed under the protagonist's feet and end up...] Karl interrupted, "I have a question." [System: What is it?] Karl asked seriously, "Are you sure the Main God pitied me and didn't actually hate me?" [...] [System: That's not important. What's important is that you complete your antagonist tasks, then accept your fate of sleeping on the streets.] Karl, who had been told since childhood that his delicate constitution couldn't handle sleeping outdoors: ! "Then... then I won't do this antagonist mission." [System: Then you'll have your money deducted and end up on the streets even sooner.] Karl: ... Either way, he'd end up homeless. It was just a matter of sooner or later. As the system's mechanical voice faded, memories that weren't his own flooded Karl's mind. He had transmigrated into the body of an antagonist with the same name in this book. This Karl, infatuated with a popular girl who liked the protagonist, Arthur Welles, spent his days scheming against Arthur. Initially, Karl's family had won the lottery, allowing him to attend the city's best high school. But being nouveau riche, Karl looked down on others, especially studious classmates, often saying, "What good is studying? You'll all end up working for my dad anyway." He was thoroughly dislikable. But half a month ago, his parents died in a plane crash. Most of their money went to pay debts, and the rest was squandered within a week. Karl got up and looked around the apartment. Garbage was strewn everywhere, and moldy instant noodle cups littered the coffee table. He was now penniless. Talk about a rough start. [System: Young man, are you ready to accept your mission?] Karl asked cautiously, "Can I unbind from you?" [System: No! I advise you to abandon such dangerous thoughts immediately.] Karl slumped onto the sofa, hands clasped tightly, his sense of unease magnified. Being in an unfamiliar place was terrifying. "Sigh..." [System: You're too young to be sighing like that.] Karl: ... [System: Other hosts give their systems nice names. I'll grant you this honor.] Without hesitation, Karl said, "Concussion." [System: ... How rude!] The system composed itself. [System: I'll graciously give you another chance. Make it count.] Unable to think of anything, Karl asked, "What kind of name do you want?" [System: Something international, that people can't help but exclaim when they hear it. Think of me as a close friend. Who did you talk to most often before? Use that as inspiration. But remember, it should be both trendy and relatable.] Karl thought for a moment, then blurted out a name. "Alexa."

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