DOOMED TO BE A VILLAIN

Most of the people around watched the conversation with confused expressions, but the people with wider imaginations who could read through their words were watching with stricken expressions.

'Were these people planning arson right in broad daylight?' they thought as they looked at Davies and Daniel meaningfully smile at one another.

They weren't even trying to hide it.

Davies looked up at the men behind Daniel and then his eyes fell on the vans,

"Why are all of these guys here though, I thought I said I didn't want to see anyone today," Davies complained. He knew they were the Men in Black organization members  Selina had sent to help him complete the mission. They were the ones that made Selina's "interesting" ideas come alive as they were the executors of the plans.

They were supposed to have met Danel to give him the information they had acquired from the last target, named Tennessee Williams, who had been tortured before death.

Davies knew all that, what he did not know was why they were here with Daniel even though he had specifically made it clear that he would not be meeting anybody today.

Normally he was not one to listen to someone who had clearly gone against his orders, but as he was in a good mood right now after "getting an interesting premonition", he was willing to listen to what Daniel had to say.

"Ah that, I had them tag along as I remembered that you have nothing in your wardrobe after coming back to Yorkshire. I want them to help in carrying back whatever you buy," Daniel hurriedly explained as he knew Davies's character.

"Oh…" Davies understood immediately.

"Hold up though, how many things did you think I was going to buy that you had to bring three whole vans to help me cart away my stuff," Davies said with a laugh.

"Welp, I can't exactly buy anything here," Davies said with a scoff as he looked at the Olisseum with obvious disgust and took a hold of Tisha's hand with his free hand and wanted to pull her away from the mall.

At this point, Lee Jung could no longer stand being ignored by Davies and everyone else and he exploded in anger with a shout,

"You bastard, you think you can just ignore me!"

"Uh, yeah, nobody cares about you…" Davies said half-heartedly while he looked at Lee Jung from the corner of his eye.

He was quite stunned right now, as he sensed a slight hint of mana from Lee Jung when he failed to control his emotions and erupted in anger while screaming like a professional banshee.

'I thought you said he's still far away from threatening my life personally,' Davies complained to Miya.

[He is]

[Can't you feel that disappointing amount of mana coming from him even though he's already had the system for a week] Miya replied, trying to dissuade his worries, but Davies didn't feel his worries going away.

There was no way a protagonist would be this disappointing. There were only two ways a situation like this could go in a conventional story.

Either he was playing a pig to eat the tiger(this basically means he was acting weak to be able to sneakily defeat the strong), but due to how disappointing Lee Jung was, both before his opportunities and after his opportunities came, Davies highly doubted that he was acting weak and stupid and was actually weak and stupid.

The second occurrence was the one that Davies was the wariest of, and the most annoying part was that it required Lee Jung to be weak and stupid, which he was. There was no way fate would let its chosen one be someone as weak and as stupid as Lee Jung, so it would constantly begin to arrange opportunities that can make him shoot to the sky in one step, especially if there was a catalyst that could push him to strive harder so he could get as strong as possible.

Unfortunately, with the way things were going, Davies was already a catalyst that would push Lee Jung to his limits even if he didn't do anything as they were already on opposite ends and Lee Jung was vaguely aware that he couldn't defeat Davies in a straight fight.

Davies didn't want to be a catalyst for a uselessly disappointing protagonist like Lee Jung, and his murderous aura surfaced with him just thinking about it.

Even now, Lee Jung didn't know what was good for him and stepped forward angrily. Shockingly some sort of aura was being released from him and the Men in Black stiffened, unable to stop him from moving towards Davies, but the moment he took another step forward a murderous aura was unleashed from Davies causing every living thing in the vicinity of his aura to stiffen and freeze in their movements.

Everyone felt an invisible scythe that reeked of death against their necks and did not dare to move as they felt that if they even moved a centimeter and displeased the god of death that was releasing this murderous aura, their lives would be forfeited in the next second… and they were right.

If they even had the nerve to look up, they would see countless sharp ice projectiles already to fall at a moment's notice, all it required for all life to cease existing in the area was a mere thought from Davies and the whole place would be painted red in a second.

Even Tisha and Daniel weren't spared of the murderous aura as Davies was thoroughly enraged right now.

How dare he?

Who did this F-rate protagonist that was so disappointing that he couldn't even hold a proper battle of words think he was, that he was trying to pressure him with his weak protagonist aura?

Davies's murderous aura seeped into his eyes and his emerald-green eyes were now beginning to have a small tinge of red.

[Uh, Davies, you know you can't kill him, right?] Miya asked just to make sure that hadn't lost his mind due to the murderous aura that was being released from him right now, but Davies ignored her warning and his eyes fell on Lee Jung, looking at him with disgust and scorn like the insect that he was.

"I dare you to take one more ste-" Davies began, but,

*STEP*

Davies hadn't finished speaking when Lee Jung took another step with a provocative smile on his face. The sound of his foot on the floor as he took the step was deafening for some reason.

[Ah, shit]