I Became A Framed Villain

own villains.”

 

I stayed silent, wondering what the hell he was trying to say, and Lumia, who narrowed his eyes, began to talk lengthily.

 

“For example, bats have clowns.
Spidermen are being hunted for their lives by goblins, and detectives have professors.
Isn't that right, seonbae?”

 

“……?”

 

I roughly understood what he was trying to say, but I also had some doubts.

 

Bats and Clowns? Spidermen? Detective?

 

Who the hell was this guy taking as an example?

 

As far as I knew, there were no such heroes.

 

“Oh, I’m sorry.
I still have some bad habits from the past.”

 

Lumia raised his hand to express his apology as I was looking at him with a blank face.

 

“Well, I guess you still got my point though, right?”

 

“So, what does that have to do with your purpose?”

 

Looking at him like that, I thought my patience would slowly run out, so I raised my voice a little and asked a question.

 

-grip.

 

“Please, seonbae…”

 

Lumia, who reached out and grabbed my hand, whispered with a creepy smile on his face.

 

“Please be my own villain.”

 

“…what?”

 

At first, I thought I heard it wrong.

 

“Please be my archenemy.”

 

However, I soon realized that he was sincere.

 

“Hate me.
Live only to take my life.
Please stand up against me…”

 

“What…”

 

“Please fight with me until the moment you die.
Please be my own identity that only wants to destroy me desperately.”

 

With those naive eyes that almost fooled me and behind the face which always had an innocent look, this guy seemed to hide something that even transcended madness.

 

“Just like it should be…”

 

I couldn’t hear his last murmur, but I didn’t have time to pay attention to it…

 

“What the hell are you talking about?”

 

…Because I was unable to even digest his previous words.

 

“If I explain it in an easy-to-understand way… it means that I like you to death, seonbae.”

 

“……..”

 

“The first time I saw you… Ever since we met…”

 

Hearing his further explanation, I was able to convince myself of that thought.

 

‘What a crazy bastard.’

 

The identity of the self-proclaimed child of prophecy was just a crazy bastard.

 

If so, there was only one thing I had to do now.

 

“Then why did you take away my colleagues…”

 

“Isn't it obvious? So that seonbae could focus on me, not those rags.”

 

While asking a few questions to keep him busy, I began to concentrate with all my might.

 

“So, what about Justia?”

 

“She was the one who should have died that day anyway.
Of course, you don’t understand yet…”

 

I had only one chance…

 

“Anyway, what I want to say is—”

 

“—You still failed.”

 

“Hmm?”

 

After a brief pause, Lumia tilted his head as if in doubt at my triumphant words.

 

“What do you mean, seonbae?”

 

“Even though you did all this to me, you still haven’t been able to steal everything I have.”

 

Then, after hearing my words, the guy quietly raised his eyebrows.

 

“It can’t be…?”

 

“Literally.
There’s someone you haven’t taken away yet.”

 

Maybe he felt it too; That my words weren't just a bluff.

 

Yes.

 

It was a very short relationship, but I had never forgotten her; the girl in my childhood who gave me as much of an opportunity in my life as Justia.

 

She was the mentor who instilled in me the dream of becoming a hero for the first time.

 

No matter how much I wanted to quit my journey as a hero, she was the only driving force that allowed me to continue helping others.

 

“There’s no way that seonbae could have such a person…”

 

“It’s a pity, Lumia.”

 

It was my last line of resistance to show that no matter what, my spirit could not be taken away.

 

“You couldn’t take her away from me.”

 

Of course, it didn't mean I won just because I was referring to a past relationship with a person whose life and death was still unknown.

 

I had already lost almost everything to this guy, and in two days, I was to be executed for Justia’s murder.

 

But what I could get now by bringing that relationship was just a little mental victory and a brief agitation from that abomination in front of me.

 

And even after that, If it were the same Lumia I knew, he would most probably recover within seconds.

 

-Ting!

 

But, it didn’t matter.

 

“Okay then, focus your eyes on the monitor.”

 

What I needed was that momentary agitation.

 

“Ahh…..”

 

Lumia’s eyes, which inadvertently shifted to his laptop at my words, slowly began to blur.

 

“Stare at the spinning circle… yes… in that state slowly, very slowly… close your eyes.”

 

Then, at my command, Lumia slowly began to close his eyes.

 

“Yeah, as it is… deep… very deep… immerse yourself.”

 

Whenever I saw Lumia he always had this laptop with a sticker of a strange mask with its tongue sticking out.

 

After observing a little, I understood that he most likely was wary of using others' mobile or laptops because of unique 'concepts' that could be used through them.

 

However, that was still his defeat.

 

I, who had always been wary and suspicious of him, had secretly installed a program on his laptop that could be activated only by voice recognition.
Though it was just a half-as*ed measure.

 

But…
Was the ‘Child of Prophecy’ not really good at handling electronic devices?

 

“Hey, Lumia.”

 

“…..”

 

Well, even if he was a person who handled electronic devices normally, it would have been difficult to spot a simple program that only reacts to voice and creates a whirling whirlpool.

 

“Hey, you bastard.”

 

“………”

 

The answer to how such a simple program could disable Lumia was very simple; It was a supernatural era where people awakened various ‘concepts’ of the world, and even I, who lived in the same era had one ‘concept’.

 

“…Successful.”

 

The concept that dwelled in me was ‘hypnosis’.

 

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“First of all, on the paper next to you, write a confession of everything you’ve done so far.”

 

“…..yes.”

 

“And as soon as you leave, turn this paper in and surrender yourself.”

 

“…..Alright.”

 

After that, things seemed to go smoothly.

 

In fact, it was normal.

 

Because those who were once struck by my powers did not wake up from hypnosis on their own.

 

Even Lumia, who was said to be the next ranked number one, had no means of resisting me, who was hiding the underlying concept.

 

“……..”

 

“Lumia?”

 

Originally it should have been that way.

 

“Well, what are you doing? Come on, confess.”

 

Lumia, who held out a pen and reached for the paper, stopped moving for some reason.

 

– Tremble…

 

At the same time, his hands began to tremble.

 

“You're resisting…? But, how…”

 

As I stared blankly at his arm, which had even sprouted veins, I clenched my teeth and a vein popped around my neck.

 

“Write everything on this piece of paper.”

 

I didn’t know what happened, but Lumia was clearly resisting my abilities.

 

If so, I changed my plans; even if he didn't surrender, at the very least, I had to create evidence to convince everyone.

 

“Right now!! Write it on this piece of paper!!!”

 

Even if I had to reveal my hidden abilities to everyone.

 

Even if it resulted in me being treated as a potential villain.

 

“Show me who you are!!!”

 

Filled with such thoughts, with all my might, I gave orders more forcefully than ever.

 

“Hurry…”

 

Lumia grabbed the pen forcefully, stopped shaking, and began to write with a blank look.

 

“……..”

 

Soon, on the paper, there was a drawing of a strange mask with its tongue sticking out, the same emoticon which never left Lumia’s laptop.

 

“The protagonist always succeeds in resisting psychic powers.”

 

A creepy voice started to ring in my ears.

 

“Isn’t that a cliché?”

 

Then Lumia pressed the emergency bell with a relaxed expression as if he had calculated all of this.

 

“By the way, you don’t even know how to use your abilities properly yet.
Well, you’ll get better over time…”

 

At that time, my gaze was on the air, not on him.

 

Alert: Skill < Detection (LV1) > has been used.

 

To be precise, this translucent window appeared in my sight a while ago.

 

“What is this?”

 

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– Bang…!!!

 

“Lumia!!”

 

It was at that point that the door to the meeting room, which had been closed, was smashed and Noona burst into the room.

 

– Dham!!

 

“Ugh.”

 

Before I could even react, Noona grabbed my head and held it down on the nearby desk, and within a second I was lying on the floor covered in blood.

 

“Lumia-san!!”

 

“Are you okay!?”

 

At the same time, a group of colleagues rushed into the room, and the guards pointed their weapons at me.

 

“This son of a bitch…”

 

“Get Lumia out of here…!”

 

Lumia, who had returned to his usual innocent act, was hugged by Noona who had a frightened expression on her face.

 

Even so, my nerves were focused on only one place.

 

＜Detection (LV1)＞

◆Name: Lumia Obse

◆Gender: Female (17)

◆Details

– [Crossdressing woman]

– [Misogyny]

– [ ] (Low levels)

 

“This, what the hell…”

 

The skill that Justia entrusted to me was far beyond my expectations.

 

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Meanwhile at the same time:

 

“Then, shall we prepare soon?”

 

In a room full of darkness, a girl stood up while iterating those words.

 

“It’s time to get him out.”

 

“…” “…” “…”

 

At her words, the eyes of the people sharing the table with her began to quietly shine.