Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day

Chapter 125 A Deal You Can't Refuse [II]

We boarded the jet and settled comfortably into our seats.

No one was in the mood to talk much.

Michael was sitting by the window, gazing at the horizon as the ruined city shrank behind us. His expression was unreadable but his shoulders were stiff.

Lily sat silently beside him. She looked like she was

"I told him my identity and handed him a shitton of money." I let the words hang for a second before smirking. "Then I went back on my word. Betrayed him. And before he could do anything about it, the beasts started rampaging through the city."

Selene narrowed her eyes. Suspicion flickered across her face, but she didn't say anything.

She didn't fully buy my lie.

Of course she didn't.

She knew the High Priest was working for the Syndicate. They already had more money than they knew what to do with. So why would his informant sell him out for whatever pocket change I had?

And was he really stupid enough to think I could grant him asylum? I didn't have that authority. He should've known that.

But she — and everyone else — couldn't prove otherwise.

Because my goal wasn't to make her believe my lie. It was to craft a flawless story, one without any loose ends for her to poke through.

Besides, there was only one person alive who had witnessed me personally kill the High Priest — his own informant.

In fact, he was there when I monologued my entire plan to the High Priest.

Now, if he tried to expose me to the authorities or even to the Central Monarch, no one would believe him for two reasons:

Firstly because he was a criminal involved in a holocaust.

And secondly because according to my story, he was a traitor who had tried to sell out his master… only to get double-crossed by me.

If he tried to expose me now, he'd just look like a bitter idiot trying to get revenge.

It was his word against mine.

And I had already discredited his claims.

Right then, a sharp voice yanked me out of my thoughts.

"You gave him your identity?!" Michael practically exploded. "Are you insane, Samael?! That was beyond reckless!"

I waved a hand dismissively. "It's fine. It worked out in the end, didn't it?"

Michael opened his mouth to argue, then froze.

The outrage on his face slowly melted into something resembling reluctant acceptance. He exhaled through his nose and nodded — more to himself than to me.

"…Yeah, I guess you're right," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because of that, you were able to call for reinforcements in time."

I raised an eyebrow.

Wait.

Did that guy — the self-righteous protagonist — just agree with me?

No way.

This day had been full of surprises.

Michael turned away, staring out the window again, looking clearly done with life.

Meanwhile, Selene clasped her hands behind her back.

"In any case," she said, "I want a debrief report from all of you by the end of tomorrow. On my desk."

Alexia's head snapped up. "Wait, in your office? Tomorrow?"

Selene arched a brow. "Yes, why? Will you be busy?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." Alexia jabbed a finger at the floor. "I'll be extremely busy — sleeping."

"Same," I said, shooting a hand up. "I haven't slept in days, and my bed and I have some serious catching up to do. Also, your office is way too far from my dorm."

"In fact," Alexia continued without missing a beat, "I don't even know where your office is."

Selene exhaled slowly, rubbing her temples like she was re-evaluating all her life choices. "You two have until tomorrow to get me that report. If not, I will personally visit your dorms and make you regret surviving this mission."

As she spoke, the jet's lights continued to dim ominously until only her silhouette was bathed in an eerie glow.

A suffocating pressure filled the cabin, making the air feel ten times heavier.

"Understood?!" She thundered.

Alexia and I straightened so fast our spines nearly snapped.

"Yes, ma'am!" We barked in perfect unison.

Selene nodded in satisfaction before returning to her seat. Instantly, the pressure vanished as if it had never been there.

God, she was terrifying.

…Eh. Maybe I'd just send Juliana with the report.