When the Villainous Boss Acts as the Protagonist (Quick Transmigration) - Chapter 17

In this world, Philo’s greatest reliance was the plot stored in his mind.

Relying on that knowledge, he had nearly killed the protagonist-top at the very start of the story. Later, he even caused Friedrich, who was supposed to love Ryan more than life itself in the later stages, to defect and join him in dealing with his destined partner.

Thus, in this moment of crisis, Philo naturally trotted out his “future” rhetoric once again.

“You have always lived in an environment where others refused to acknowledge you. Even the father you respect and rely on most has never given you a single word of approval. That is why you are perpetually resentful, especially toward Friedrich, who gains the admiration of the masses without having to do a thing.”

Philo pressed himself tightly against the cold wall, speaking at a rapid-fire pace, terrified that if he spoke too slowly, the impatient villain would kill him instantly.

“Am I right, Alex!”

The male’s trembling voice echoed through the upper reaches of the restroom.

“If you still don’t believe me, do you remember the scene you saw through the crack in the door when you were five years old? Why do you loathe males so much, and why do you resist their touch so fiercely? Alex, do you remember!”

Clack.

Alex stopped his advance toward Philo.

Perhaps because his darkest and most suppressed memories had been exposed in this moment, Alex’s face turned ghastly. His gaze grew even colder.

“Who told you that?”

“That, you don’t need to worry about.” Philo paused, then continued, “Just tell me: am I right or not?”

Alex remained silent. In this situation, silence was a sufficient answer.

Philo’s eyes lit up, and he immediately pressed his advantage. “Then you can believe what I just said, can’t you? In the near future, you truly will die at his hands!”

Philo looked at Chu Sicheng, who stood behind Alex, his gaze filled with anger and a faint trace of hatred. He truly couldn’t understand just how resilient this guy’s “protagonist halo” was. He simply couldn’t be killed. One protagonist-bottom left, and a villain took his place. Wasn’t the protagonist of this novel supposed to be a pathetic underdog? When did he become a universal heartthrob?

Philo couldn’t figure it out. But he didn’t need to anymore; from the villain’s obscure expression, he could tell that Alex was starting to waver because of his words, just as Friedrich had before.

The emergency alarm in Philo’s mind finally stopped. He let out a long breath and, as Alex frowned and looked toward Chu Sicheng, Philo added more fuel to the fire.

“I saw it. In the future, you will have your throat pierced by a sharp blade held by Ryan. Blood will spray everywhere. Your death will be swift and miserable.”

He said, “Alex, do you remember that ritual knife that was never used on Ryan?”

After that live broadcast, many execution tools had gone missing from the Mogras punishment room during the chaos. Among them was that ritual knife, the one upon which the Zerg God had supposedly sent down divine punishment.

Seeing Alex’s expression grow increasingly grave, Philo, believing his “prophecy” had once again captured a heart, let the corners of his mouth lift imperceptibly. Then, to increase his leverage, he turned his spearhead toward Chu Sicheng, who had been silent until now.

“Lord Ryan, do you dare admit it? The ritual knife is in your hands right now!”

Philo believed that under the weight of his “precognition” and Alex’s silence, the male certainly wouldn’t dare admit to holding such a hot potato.

However, a flash of white light streaked past. As a few black strands of hair from Philo’s temple drifted to the floor, a small white knife engraved with golden runes embedded itself deeply into the wall right next to his head.

The position was exactly where Chu Sicheng had intended. The male snapped his fingers in satisfaction, then looked at Philo, smiling before he even spoke.

“Dear Lord Philo, I wonder, is this the one you were talking about?”

Chu Sicheng spoke softly, his natural and casual tone suggesting he didn’t care about Philo’s threat at all. Or perhaps, he simply didn’t care about anything the “Bug” had to say, including the prophecies and the childhood stories about Alex.

Chu Sicheng straightened up and, under Philo’s increasingly terrified gaze, walked toward him step by step with a smile. He passed Friedrich, who lay unconscious on the floor, and bypassed Alex, who stood with lowered eyes, lost in thought.

With a slight exertion from his long, fair fingers, he pulled out the ritual knife, which had been buried almost entirely in the wall. The platinum blade danced nimbly between his fingertips. Chu Sicheng’s gaze slowly landed on Philo’s neck.

“A sharp blade piercing the neck, blood spraying out, was it?” Chu Sicheng gave a low laugh and gestured with the knife near Philo’s throat. “I’m quite curious about that image. Tell me, should I use you for a demonstration first?”

The male gave Philo a playful wink. His slightly rising tone made it sound as if he wasn’t asking a bloody question about a Zerg’s life, but merely making casual small talk about the weather.

However, at that moment, the metallic gleam of the ritual knife was already pressed against Philo’s neck. It looked as though the sharp edge was about to slice through the male’s tender skin.

Philo’s back was completely soaked in cold sweat. After calling for his system three times and receiving no response, he could only turn his pleading gaze back to Alex.

“Alex! Do you want to know what your father will be like in the future? Do you want to know what his final evaluation of you will be!” Philo gritted his teeth, using words to tempt the female. “I know many things about you, even about the Saxon family. Don’t you want to know why your physique is so similar to Friedrich’s!”

The fingertips pressing on Philo’s shoulder tightened slightly. However, just a second before the knife could cut the male’s throat, Chu Sicheng’s wrist was suddenly grabbed from behind.

Chu Sicheng turned his head. His gaze fell on the hand gripping him, where Alex’s veins were bulging. Then, he looked up and smiled at the female, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

His lips parted as he spoke tonelessly. “Alex, what are you trying to do?”

“To stop you, of course! Who would help a Zerg who is going to kill them in the future!” Philo, seeing hope again, felt the strength return to his legs. He ducked down quickly, slipping out of Chu Sicheng’s grip, and scrambled to the right, clearly trying to escape the encirclement.

However, just as most of his body was finally bathed in light and he was about to regain his freedom, another hand landed on his shoulder.

The next moment, he was tossed into the corner between the stall and the wall by Alex, like a little chick being discarded.

Wait, what happened?

Philo, feeling dizzy from the toss, began to wonder if he was hallucinating. The female had been so shaken just now, clearly believing what he said. Even if it was just to learn the secrets of the Saxon family, he shouldn’t have allowed Ryan to kill him at this time!

But as Philo thought, Alex indeed had no intention of letting Chu Sicheng kill Philo, because he intended to do it himself.

The ritual knife was carefully taken from Chu Sicheng’s hand. The male lowered his eyes slightly, and a second later, a green reflection appeared in his blue-gray eyes.

“Let me do it,” Chu Sicheng heard Alex say. “Lest you get your shirt dirty later.”

In any case, his own clothes had just been defiled by that low-quality perfume, and he didn’t plan on keeping them. A few more stains wouldn’t matter now.

Alex pursed his lips, estimated the distance, and reached out to pull Chu Sicheng back a bit. “Stand a bit further back. If the carotid artery is hit, the blood sprays out quite far.”

Hearing this, Chu Sicheng couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

Philo, described by Alex in such a casual tone, felt like a piglet that no one cared about. “Wait,” Philo couldn’t help but speak up. “Did you not listen to a word I just said?”

Alex glanced back at him, his voice indifferent. “I heard you. So?”

“So,” Philo found it even harder to understand Alex’s logic. “So why are you still helping him?”

Helping a Zerg who would kill him in the future to kill someone who provided such vital information? Was he insane!

Alex didn’t think he was insane. He only knew that any Zerg with a brain capable of thought wouldn’t believe in a so-called, ethereal future based on a few words from a stranger. Even if Philo was right about his childhood experiences, so what?

He only believed what his own eyes saw. Besides, the cold, ruthless tone the male used when plotting against him that night in Friedrich’s villa still echoed in Alex’s mind. Would such a person kindly warn him? Alex didn’t believe it for a second.

“What if he really does kill you in the future?”

“Then we can talk when that ‘what if’ actually happens.”

Throughout history, many powerful figures had died because of so-called prophecies. Many closed loops were only achieved after people heard the prophecy and took action.

So, all he needed to know was:

“Will you kill me tomorrow?” Alex asked.

Chu Sicheng was slightly stunned, then gave a light laugh. He leaned back against the door, bathed in the light, and a rare trace of gentleness appeared in his smile.

“No,” the male replied in a low voice.

“Then,” Alex smiled too, “our deal continues.”

Like the male, he also had a strong sense of contract. He would remain loyal until the moment the contract was torn up.

Chu Sicheng said nothing. Under the amber light, on the smooth floor, as the shadows of the Zergs shifted, a mechanical voice rang out in Chu Sicheng’s mind.

[Ding! Protagonist Halo progress increased by 10%.]

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