Villain Hiring: Help! Author Wants Me Dead-Chapter 120: Training Sessions (2)

But seeing his rigid look, I was pretty sure there was no escape… at least for today.

Groaning, I picked myself up and gave a glare to Pixie, that little girl who couldn't stop sticking her tongue out at me.

Already feeling a headache building up, I rubbed my temples. The last thing I needed was Venus dragging me into whatever grand scheme he had cooked up. But, knowing him, there was no running away.

With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself off the floor, brushing the dust off the black pyjamas I'd been wearing.

My white hair, a mark of all the stress I'd been carrying, fell messily down my face.

'You need a haircut...boy....and umm, maybe even a hair die.' Damien's squeaky voice echoed in my head, as if he was just waiting to laugh.

'Actually, scratch that,' the sentient psychopath said, continuing. "Just go bald, lean into the whole 'traumatized villain' aesthetic. I bet you'd look terrifying.'

My eyebrow twitched. Of course, he had to butt in.

'Ooooh, or better yet—imagine this: glowing red tattoos, a black cloak, and—'

"Shut up, Damien", I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair in frustration.

"You know, the more you ignore me, the more stylish my suggestions become. Next, I'm thinking a long, pointy staff wouldn't look that bad..."

I grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at the wall, already feeling annoyed.

Grandpa Venus, who had been standing by the door, raised an eyebrow. "Losing your mind already?"

I let out a slow breath. "Something like that."

The scar circling my neck felt like it was burning under his gaze, a daily reminder of how close I'd come to losing my life in the last few months.

Venus stood by the door, arms crossed, waiting. "You have five minutes," he said, his voice almost too sharp now.

"Five minutes? Do I look like someone who can—"

"Three minutes now."

I clicked my tongue and rushed to the bathroom, unsure if I could hold myself from holding this geezer's neck in my hands.

Turning on the golden lights, I caught my reflection in the rectangular mirror. My face looked paler than usual, and my hazel eyes carried a hollowness that hadn't left since Villo Greek. The white strands of my hair continued to be a total contrast against the dark robe I still wore.

I turned on the sink, splashing cold water over my face, trying to shake off the mental exhaustion. The scar on my neck felt even more visible in the mirror's reflection.

My fingers hovered over it before I pulled my hand away.

No time for useless thoughts.

Drying my face with a white toweI, I found a dress already ready for me.

"This girl..." I sighed, not wanting to know why she was always so prepared about everything when it came to me, as if she could read my mind.

Pulling on the black pants on me and a red shirt over my lean figure, I threw a coat over my body to fight the morning chill.

Pixie, still standing by the door, grinned at me as I stepped out. "Took you long enough Noah. Grandpa was about to—" Before the girl could finish her sentence, Venus grabbed my collar and yanked me forward.

"Let's go."

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"Do I really have to put it on?"

"Obviously??"

"Bu-But...It kinda looks too small for my head..."

"Shut up and shove it up you, boy!!" Venus almost screamed, his face red, while Pixie barely controlled her laugh.

I was currently lying down on what this old man called a VR Pod.

'Noah...just do it already. All these stares are even making a great system like me feel weird," Damien let out, his voice uneasy.

I mean, was I the only one who felt weird letting a strange-looking helmet access your brain nerves or whatever?

Grandpa said that this was the latest technology to train among the youngsters.

"Ughhh, I never get these technological thingy anyways—" I groaned.

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Blame it on Venus for forcing me to live in such a downtrodden place, I almost cursed, still unable to trust this weird AI he kept blabbering about.

Lucas and a dozen other cousins of mine looked at me with strange stares. We still hadn't had a proper introduction, but Grandpa insisted we do it in this weird virtual reality place.

I gulped, staring at the sleek, strange-looking helmet like it was some kind of alien parasite about to latch onto my head.

"This thing really won't fry my brain?" I asked, still holding the damn thing like it was a ticking time bomb.

Venus sighed, rubbing his temples like I was the biggest headache of his life. "Noah, for the last time, just put it on! You act like it's going to eat you."

"I mean... it could?"

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