A Regressed Villain: Heroines, Villainesses and Me?

"Damn it!"

Raj stormed down the narrow hallway, his chest pounding with anger.

His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles looked like they might pop.

He was still trying to wrap his head around that video. Experience tales at empire

The director's words echoed in his mind, each one more infuriating than the last.

"Raj....." Amrita's voice faded into the background as he burst through the door into the cool night air, which hit him like a slap in the face.

The city was unnervingly quiet for someone in his agitated state.

He needed to get moving.

He just needed to do something.

He picked up the pace as he walked past that old alleyway he knew so well.

But tonight felt off—like the whole world had shifted right out from under him.

He had to get answers and confront that old man.

No, just kill that bastard.

There was no way he would let anyone even think of touching his sister.

His body was tense, muscles screaming as he moved through the shadows, driven by a mix of anger and the promise he'd made to himself.

No one would get away with this.

Out of nowhere, he abruptly ran into an object, which sent him stumbling backward and falling onto the street. He regained his focus as he looked up to see what he had just struck.

In front of him stood a woman with purple hair and amethyst eyes, glowing in the moonlight as her gaze looked down on him. Clearly, she radiated intense energy, causing him to instinctively flinch before regaining his composure.

But from his low-down perspective, looking upward, she appeared tall, and given the moonlight halo effect in the dimly lit street lamps, she looked adorable, her gaze locking onto him like a predator sizing up its prey.

Raj's breath hitched as she moved closer, a black sheathed katana glimmering in her hand, ready for action.

"I-I am sorry," he stammered, quickly standing up, his heart racing, a spark of anger once again replacing his surprise from the collision.

Without thinking, he charged past her, his steps quick and determined, his fury clouding his judgment about this unexpected stranger.

But just as he brushed past her, she shot her hand out, grabbing his wrist with surprising strength.

Raj lurched to a stop, his momentum halted like he'd hit a wall.

"Let go of me!" he growled, trying to shake her off, but she didn't budge.

There was something about her grip. He tried to yank his hand away from her, but the strength behind that grip was just too much for him to even move. It was as if his hand was stuck in some kind of hydraulic pressure.

"Are you Raj?" Her voice was calm, even as she looked down at him, given the height difference being around 5 inches, a hint of something unreadable in her expression.

"Why?" His heart raced, already shrouded in the tension of getting rid of that old man who dared to say those words to his sister. He nodded sharply. "What's it to you?"

"You need to come with me." She narrowed her gaze as she stated in a firm tone, giving an impassive look without having a hint of emotion on her face, yet her eyes were cold and filled with a clear hint of malice.

"What the...." Raj's disbelief flared.

"Come with you? I've got something way more important than—"

But before he could complete his sentence, he felt a force surge from his wrist as it was pulled, which could be considered a throw, with centrifugal force turning his body as he was hurled into the air, his wrist still held firmly in her grip.

It was just a fleeting moment for him to process everything. Her hand had flung him, and he felt weightless for that split second. Pain first arrived near his wrist, which had become the only source of support, gripped in her hand while his body was mid-air, before a sickening pain assaulted his back as he felt his body strike the nearby lamp post.

Thud.

"Khwack!" His eyes instantly rolled back, his mouth splitting as a significant amount of blood coughed out. His ribs were fractured instantly, with some of them puncturing his lungs, feeling the heat of pain that seemed never-ending even in that millisecond until his body crumpled to the ground, the world spinning as darkness began to take over.

"Urgghhh...." The most he could do was groan in pain, his voice likely vanishing, fearing with his eyes before succumbing to the darkness after being bombarded with pain that seemed to gush out of his entire being. The last thing he caught was the woman standing over him, her eyes cold and distant.

And then, nothing.

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"R-raj!" Coming out of the apartment and finally arriving at the edge of the old alleyway, Amrita looked around, finding no one present. Panic surged through her as she gasped, considering how she had sprinted here as quickly as possible, yet just a one-minute delay left her alone.

She didn't know why, but the first thought that crossed her mind from Raj's words was that he was angry with the director. Of course, he would probably not do anything, but still, there was a doubt that he might have gotten into some accident due to his anger. This prompted her to take out her phone and start dialing the number.

"H-hello, Lin?! Lin! My b-brother?! He is...."

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The cold wind stung Raj's skin when he finally opened his eyes.

He felt the damp ground pressing painfully against his broken ribs, every shallow breath sending sharp waves of agony through his chest.

"Khughhh…! Aghhh…" Raj groaned, his voice barely there, his body refusing to cooperate.

Every part of him was in torment, his ribs grinding against each other like shattered glass.

Out of nowhere, the pressure on his back increased.

He gasped, his head snapping up.

"A-Aaarrghhh! S-stop…!" His cries were weak, the pain stealing whatever little strength he had left.

"Shut up," came a cool, emotionless voice from above.

Raj's bloodshot eyes darted up to see a pair of black boots pressing down harder onto his broken ribs.

He choked back a cry, feeling blood trickle from his lips as the pressure only intensified.

"Khuaaaghhh! G-get off me…!" he rasped, trying to push himself up with his trembling limbs, but his body was having none of it.

He felt completely pinned down, like a bug under a heel.

A mocking laugh cut through the night.

"You don't get to give orders, Raj," the voice said, casual but dripping with malice.

Through his blurry vision, Raj finally recognized the figure looming over him.

A guy dressed as… Santa Claus?

"What… the hell…" Raj barely managed to cough out, "Arrghhh… W-why…?"

It was all so absurd, battling with the intense pain coursing through him.

His confusion only deepened as the man crouched down, leaning in close enough for Raj to feel his breath.

"You're wondering why, right?" The man chuckled, pulling a shiny pen from his coat pocket, the words 'Elite Academy' etched on its surface, gleaming ominously in the low light.

"What the… what is that?!" Panic bubbled up in Raj's voice.

But the man just smirked, ignoring Raj's question as he brought the pen closer.

Raj's body went rigid, his remaining strength boiling over into a scream.

"No! NO! S-stay away! Aaarrrggghhh!"

Without warning, the man's grip tightened, and the tip of the pen plunged into Raj's left eye with a sickening squelch.

"AAAAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!" Raj's scream ripped through the night, his body convulsing.

The pain felt beyond description—a molten fire tearing through his skull, a relentless ripping through every nerve.

Blood streamed down his face, mixing with the tears falling from his other eye.

"Khughhh! Aaahhhhhh! PLEASE! STOP!"

The man twisted the pen, his expression unchanging as Raj howled in agony.

"Do you hear that?" the man asked, sounding almost amused.

"That's the sound of a man who knows he's already dead."

"AAAAARGH! NO! NO! PLEASE! AHHHHHH!" Raj screamed again, thrashing weakly against the ground.

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The pen was yanked free with a grotesque squelching sound, and Raj gasped for air, his chest heaving with new waves of pain.

"Khuaaaghhh! S-stop… please…" His voice turned into a whisper, the fight draining out of him.

The man leaned in, his voice dripping with fake sympathy.

"Oh, don't worry. I'll keep this quick. But first…" He smirked, gripping Raj's jaw and tilting his head up.

"You need to understand something, Raj. This isn't personal."

Raj coughed, blood bubbling from his lips. "Wh-why… you... doing this…? Aaaarghh…"

The man's expression darkened, his voice icy.

"For her. For your sister. Don't you get it? With you gone, she'll have no one left. She'll turn to me. She'll finally be mine." Raj's remaining eye widened in horror.

"You… bastard…!" he wheezed, his voice trembling with a mix of fury and despair.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"D-don't… touch her…!"

The man laughed, cold and sharp. "Oh, Raj. You're in no position to make demands."

He turned toward the shadows where a figure holding a camera emerged, lens aimed at them.

"Did you get all that?" the man casually asked.

The camera operator just nodded, silent.

"Good." The man smirked at Raj, lips curling.

"Now we have proof. Proof that her dear brother is gone. And with you out of the way, Amrita will have no choice but to depend on me."

Raj's mind spun with confusion and despair. "Y-you're… Lin…"

Considering how he had initially met Lena, and although his sister had introduced him as her friend, she was not as dense as her and was able to recognize at first glance that this guy definitely had a crush on his sister.

However, given that he was rich, Raj remained silent.

"Bingo...!"

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