DOOMED TO BE A VILLAIN



."Whooooo," Davies threw his hand up in mock celebration after making it to his targeted destination alive, but a sudden pain shooting through his shoulder immediately reminded him that all was not well in his paradise of dangerous life on the line exhilarating moments.

"Ouch..." he muttered while using his other hand to grab the arm and with a sharp movement and a sickening cracking sound, the shoulder problem was gone.

Even after that, there was still a slight lingering pain in his shoulder, but this little amount of pain wasn't even enough to make him wince, so it was simply ignored and he got up to his feet like there was nothing wrong. After all, he had only just made it to the building and had not yet dealt with the problems therein so there was no time to waste lying around or taking a little break because of a little pain in his shoulder.

"Now on to the 139th floor," he muttered while looking at the door of his office that led outwards into a corridor where he could find staircases that led to the next floor.

'Now that I think about it, how did those guys even make it to the 139th floor seeing as the elevator isn't working and they didn't come from the outside?' he wondered as he barged open the door if he had used a bit more strength the door would have been sent flying off its hinges.

[Don't expect me to know, I was with you the whole time] Miya barged into his thoughts even though the question hadn't been directed to her.

"Tch... I wasn't asking you..." Davies clicked his tongue as he ran along the corridor. 

[...]

[... So, who were you talking to?]

[I'm pretty sure I'm the only one in here... Right?]

[Or did you get me a neighbor when I wasn't looking?]

[Are you sure it's only a few bolts you got loose and not all the bolts?] 

Unlike other times when Davies would reply due to his boredom, this time he didn't as his mind was preoccupied with more important and interesting issues.

He had finally reached the doors that led to the stairs and he barged through that door as well, not pausing in the slightest.

Immediately he got on the stairs he charged up them and a few flights of stairs later, he was in front of a door that led to the 139th floor.

The door that led into the 139th seemed to have been blown away from its hinges as it wasn't even present.

This view immediately satisfied Davies's curiosity about how the invaders got into the 139th floor.

'Did they actually run up all the stairs?' he wondered as he ran through the door, already forming a small dagger of ice in his left hand and a sword of ice in his right. 

[Well, they didn't teleport]

"True," he muttered and immediately swung the ice sword and blocked something that was flying at him.

It seemed they tried to sneak attack him, but he had been expecting this much, as his arrival on the 138th floor was not exactly stealthy.

If they weren't prepared for his arrival even after that ruckus, then he would be disappointed in them as he expected better from people who would try to steal his stuff.

He hadn't seen what he had deflected with the ice sword, but he was not letting it touch him anyway as it was obviously not paint.

After the sudden attack, he jumped back and stood at the doorway, blocking the only entrance onto the floor and he quickly surveyed the surroundings and the enemies.

The surroundings were mostly untouched since there wasn't exactly much to touch, but the presence of five people dressed in all-black clothing.

Four of them were standing on guard while one was standing over the holographic supercomputer in the middle of the room and trying to find the information to steal.

Unfortunately for him, all his work would amount to absolutely nothing, the memory of the computer was as bare as a baby's bum, but Davies wasn't going to tell him that.

He didn't know how strong the assailants were, but he wasn't going to risk fighting against all five of them at a time instead of four while the last one was distracted, working on the computer. 

"Who sent you?" he asked after getting a look at the situation. 

"Did you think we would tell you?" one of the invaders retorted immediately while getting into a stance and two red daggers appearing in his hands.

"Now?"

"Probably not... But after a few hours of torture, you'll probably sing even better than Ed Sheeran," Davies also replied with a smirk, after which he immediately threw the ice dagger in his left hand at the guy working on the computer.

"...!" the invader with the daggers eyes immediately widened and he jumped into the trajectory of the dagger and deflected it upwards easily, before turning his eyes back in the direction of the doorway, but unlike he was expecting, he didn't see Davies's lithe figure standing there, rather he heard a scream of pain at the side where two of his compadres stood.

His eyes immediately diverted in that direction to see what was happening and he was just in time to see Davies swinging his sword and cutting through one of his distracted comrades before he could even react.

Davies's ice sword did not stop after slowing through the body of the invader, but after cutting through, Davies slightly twisted his arm and made the sword stab into the floor with its head first, and using it as a pivot, he swing himself on it heavily and took off in a flying kick at the second invader that was nearby.

Luckily it seemed that this comrade was paying attention and he immediately crossed his arms to block the hit, but the power behind the kick was high enough to send him flying.

Other than that, he was happy that he wouldn't take any more damage... Or so he thought.

 A sudden pain in his chest and an ice spike through his chest later, he looked down at the sharp ice spike that had shot through his back and come out the front, impaling him lethally.

Davies hadn't just kicked him away but had conjured an ice pike in the direction he had kicked him in.

He had flown there unknowingly and ended up running through the conjured ice pike, this dying.

The invader gripped his daggers tighter after seeing Davies take out two of his fellows when the battle had just started. 

It was common knowledge that Davies was a genius, but no one had ever actually seen him in battle before, but with this, the dagger-wielding invader could immediately confirm that Davies was a battle genius as well...

No, even a battle genius may not necessarily be able to so smoothly let his attack flow and make use of the terrain to throw continuous attacks that flowed seamlessly and quickly finished off two people in just a few motions.

This screamed experience!

Experience that no one knew he had, 

'What has this bastard gone through to know how to fight like that?' the dagger-wielding bastard thought to himself as he gripped his daggers even tighter Davies jumped off his back without using his hands and turned in his direction while forming another ice sword in his hand, his previous ice sword all but forgotten.

"Are you stunned?" he asked the invaders who were now watching him warily and almost jerking at every one of his movements. 

"Murder is an art... You just have to know how to perform it," he smirked confidently, giving his current enemies goosebumps.

Inwardly though, Davies wasn't all that pleased, they were weaker than he had expected, so he had ended up killing two of them by mistake, and now he was running out of songbirds.

'Who knew they were so weak?' he wondered, they were probably not past the second stage... Except for the dagger-wielding guy who was probably in the third stage.

Davies had already noticed that the mana flowing off him was stronger than the others, plus he was able to see Davies's first attack and deflect it, meaning he was not very weak.

'I still need one or two of them alive so I can find out who was behind this...' he thought and began the selection process of choosing who would die and who would sing.

"Mini, mini, miny, mo,"

"Father, mother, have a goat..." he sang with a slight smile.

"What are you doing?" the dagger-wielding invader asked after seeing Davies begin pointing at all of them one by one and singing a children's song instead of outrightly fighting them.

"Oh, this... I'm choosing which one of you will be dining with lady death and the rest of you will be my Ed Sheeran and Celine Dion singing everything I want to hear," Davies replied, his fingers still moving on and finally stopping on the only invader who didn't seem to be doing anything and was simply watching warily.

"Well, guess you have a date with lady death," he said in a congratulatory tone, his trademark wicked smile rising up his face.

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