Reincarnated as a Novel's Villain: Creator of Curses and Blessings-Chapter 33: Rich is good

"It’s pretty good." Hector grinned and rubbed his chin while taking a look at the contract paper.

He would get 150,000 gold coins for business. With that kind of money, he could live comfortably until old age. Of course, that was if he decided to live only in this world without facing danger.

Unfortunately, the Nameless God had cursed him. He couldn’t even live in peace with all those gold coins.

Still, it would be a stepping stone for his further growth.

"Are you satisfied already?" Elise grumbled.

Hector snorted.

"Of course not. 150,000 gold coins is just enough to buy my best friend. Now you still need to pay for your son."

BANG!

Right at that moment, the round table was crushed into pieces by that fat woman’s hand slam, startling Hector for a brief second.

"FUCKING BRAT! DO YOU THINK I’M THAT EASY TO BULLY?!" Elise gritted her teeth, glaring violently at Hector.

To be fair, Hector’s demands really were going too far.

150,000 gold coins was already an enormous amount. If she paid even more, she would run into serious trouble with those waiting to take her position in the black market.

Then she spoke coldly.

"Accept my contract. Otherwise, I’ll kill you—even if my son dies."

Hector smirked. Despite showing confidence in front of that fat woman, he was starting to feel a bit worried and tense.

One wrong step, and he would be dead—especially if his greed got the better of him.

But he had to gamble and hope.

"Then I’ll change the conditions... I need you to add a purple-tier item. No more, no less."

Elise clenched her fist, her body trembling. Rage churned inside her as she fought the urge to crush Hector on the spot.

A few seconds later, she let out a restrained breath and spoke in an indifferent voice.

"A blue-tier item. My final offer."

Hector nodded. He understood that he shouldn’t push her any further if he didn’t want to die.

Humanity always had a limit to its anger. If he crossed that line, no matter what tricks he used, death would be the only outcome.

"Deal."

After all the conditions of the contract were finalized, both of them signed it.

"Now, release my son." Elise groaned in annoyance.

Hector scratched his head.

Now came the core of this brutal situation. He could only hope Elise wouldn’t kill him. Even though the contract stated that Elise wouldn’t harm him in any way after signing, he still felt a lingering anxiety.

"To be honest, I lied to you. I never captured your son. It was all a lie from the beginning... sorry."

Elise blinked for a moment, trying to process what Hector had just said. Judging by his reaction, there was no backlash from the contract—which meant he was telling the truth.

To some point, her expression twisted in rage when understanding he had tricked her from the very beginning.

"YOU BASTARD! I’LL KILL YOU!"

The moment that killing intent formed in her mind, a sharp pain stabbed her heart. Obviously, she had triggered a condition in the contract she had signed.

She staggered back, clutching her fat chest in agony. At the same time, she shot Hector a vicious glare and cursed herself.

How could she be so stupid as to use a red-tier contract paper to sign it? If she had used a purple-tier contract, at least she could have tried to kill Hector—even if it meant suffering a backlash from the contract.

But now, the moment she killed Hector, she would die for sure.

She screamed in pain, hurting herself just to vent her rage.

"FUCK YOU! TAKE THE MONEY AND GET LOST!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Hector gulped and hurriedly ran away in fear.

At that moment, he truly felt fear for the first time—as if he had poked a hellfire that could burn him alive at any second if he showed even a bit of recklessness.

"Damn it... I’ll never do this again."

***

"Is this the taste of being rich?" Hector pondered as he checked the money cards the tavern owner had handed him.

The tavern owner stared at Hector’s greedy expression for a moment before frowning. He hadn’t expected a brat to pull something like this on the black market’s boss.

He sighed and called out in an irritated voice.

"Come here. It’s yours now."

Hector’s attention shifted to a weapon resting on the tavern counter.

His eyes gleamed, and he quickly headed over.

He took a pure black longsword into his hands and chuckled. The sword was finely crafted, white lines running across its entire surface. The grip fit perfectly in his hands, carrying a strange sensation—as if the sword were already a part of his body.

"Tch, tch."

Finally, he summoned its description.

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[Name]: Deadshot Sword

[Tier]: Blue

[Description]: A longsword crafted from steel taken from a stone in the Fire Mountain. It has been blessed by craftsmen, granting it a special ability—the more mana the user pours into it, the sharper it becomes.

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"It’s sooo... good."

Hector ran his tongue over his lips, pleased. Then, as he was about to leave the tavern, he remembered he had forgotten someone.

"Ah, MC... well, I just hope he survives." He shrugged. "At least the ginsengs he bought can be put to good use."

Hector let out a sigh and called to the tavern owner.

"Today, I’ll buy every meal this place has. Bring them all to me."

The old man scowled in anger, then simply shook his head in despair.

Seven hours later—

Hector was enjoying the delicious food while drinking wine.

"Rich is good."

He kept eating until Carl dragged himself out of a nearby room.

Now he was completely exhausted, his body pale as if all his blood had been drained. Most of his muscles were gone, leaving only bony skin stretched over his frame. He couldn’t even form a complete sentence, nor could he breathe properly.

Yet there was one thing still burning in his eyes—the fire of hatred and anger. When he saw Hector happily enjoying his meal, those negative emotions exploded a hundredfold.

"Y-you f-fucking bitch.." Carl groaned weakly as he limped toward Hector’s table.

"It’s all your fault... y-you made me go through something so terrifying."

Tears streamed down his face as he recalled what he had endured with that fat woman. He could never forget that horrible feeling for the rest of his life—it had been carved deep into his being.

Hector sighed and slid a money card toward Carl.

"It’s your money, just like I promised. Ten thousand gold coins."

Then he added with a gentle voice, "I always keep my word."