Seth had just over an hour to settle things with the idiots upstairs. He was a regular in this place, and thus, they didn't think anything of his antics; there were times he flashed a pistol here, and the boss merely had a cup of tea with him, and that was it.
A scantly clad woman in a seductive bunny outfit approached him. She was Layla and normally served him and the other goons in the private booth.
'Though Seth just drank and spent money he had not used for this woman who slept with the entire room, and I just don't care enough about her to bother.'
"Master Darkwood~ your friends are all using the VIP Box under your name, fufu. Would you like me to bring drinks like always?"
'Hmmm?'
Suddenly, he stopped moving, turning to face the woman with dyed blonde hair and coloured contacts to make herself look better. Seth didn't think there was a problem with makeup as it was a skill, so he admired her skills rather than judging them.
"Who said they could use my name when I was absent?" Her body shuddered, hearing Seth's deep tone, nothing like his usual shy self or the cold voice as if looking at others like garbage.
Seth was making a small scene because the manager was standing close enough to hear his words spoken louder on purpose.
"I don't recall allowing my name to be used today, or rather, how long have they used it without my permission?"
Her face became pale because she, too, had benefitted from their celebrations, and the sudden change in his attitude made her heart palpitate. The fierce gaze from his eyes was so terrifying that she began to move away in fear.
'The amount they spent was quite small, but it was the principle that they were doing this behind my back now, not the other Seth.'
'This girl seems terrified... my bad, fighting and killing zombies all day probably had me on edge.'
"M-Master... Darkwood, I didn't know....!"
Of course, as a reader, Seth knew the fate of this poor woman selling her body to earn enough money to pay off her debt that continued spiralling and a deadbeat husband who kept gambling using her normal wage...
'But she isn't someone I need to save, so forgive me for ignoring your suffering.'
The fat boss began to shuffle towards Seth, a thick, greasy sweat oozing from his brows as it seemed that he too might be related to this whole situation that did come up in the book, but it was more to make the loser Seth seem even more pathetic.
"Master Darkwood, a pleasure to have you visit our fine establishment!" He bowed respectfully, acting as if he didn't see Layla quivering in terror, "What brings you here today? Do you need entertainment? Perhaps some of our finest girls and wine...?"
'Ha? This fat guy, doesn't he know perfectly what's happening? It's him who gave them the idea!'
Seth didn't even bother messing around; his knee, like a hammer, shot straight up and smashed into the fat boss's crotch before grabbing his greasy hair and dragging him towards Layla, who squealed, dashing towards the stairs to warn the idiots upstairs—she was indeed terrified because Seth usually never bothered with them and would sit quietly drinking with a gun.
'I would have let you go if you didn't do that... Do you think those trash will help you? They are the ones that fucked you to death!'
He moved quickly, chasing her upstairs as the music echoed through the building, covering up her screams. Reaching the top floor, he saw the fools laughing and enjoying themselves through the VIP window while Layla crawled to the door, knocking on it weakly, "Help... me..."
Seth grabbed her by the hair and slapped her face twice before tossing her and the fat boss through the door.
Inside the room, a beautiful Asian girl with short black hair and a slim body wearing a sexy dress turned around, her eyes flashing as she realised Seth was walking towards her; kicking the door open, she tried to find her underwear and get away, but the horse-faced hampster-size crotch male grabbed her.
"Oh, honey~ the fun is about to begin. Don't you want to go to college? I have lots of money; my friend rents this room for us all the time, hahaha!"
'Haha... this guy is kinda funny.'
Inside the room were three girls and five guys, all the idiots from downstairs earlier; the room was filled with bottles of champagne, white powder and various other spirits and betting chips for the VIP virtual betting games.
Layla collapsed in front of the door, blood leaking from her mouth, unconscious from being slapped twice by Seth as he entered the room.
"Ah? Darkwood? What are you doing here? Are you jealous of us for having such beauties? Hahaha!"
Seth didn't respond—he stepped forward, stepping on the head of the fat male, sitting on the remaining sofa, and opening a bottle of the most expensive whiskey while pouring himself a cup; in his right hand was a betting chip, the smallest size of the VIP section was $500, and these idiots were using the $5000 like candy.
"Hmmmm, so you little fucks are using my money and treating it like the urine you piss down the toilet?"
'Honestly, I was a little angry. These bastards might be doing what the author wrote them to do, but can they not be like Su Muyue or Elena and change a little?'
⁜ Only those you have a deep effect on positively can be removed from the storyline... do you want to remove them?
'Hahaha fuck, no. Wait! I have an idea... System, can I do this...'
The horse-faced male was Alex Davis, and his father was a mid-sized business owner—only he made himself rich in a single generation and was quite admirable.
It's a shame his two sons are a complete letdown, and the boy to the right with black hair was called Martin Loutte, and his family were quite wealthy, another garbage character to make the MC of the novel look good in Su Muyue's eyes.
'The rest are mobs...'
"So, will you pay me back the money you owe me? It seems like it's in the hundreds of thousands at this rate." Seth sipped his whiskey, placing the chip into a game machine before pushing the button—it wasn't a physical casino game, but rather a digital version, where the chips are scanned, and bets are placed digitally.
"Bah! Darkwood, what money are you talking about...? Oh? Aren't we friends? You said we could come here.."
Bang!
Seth's hand held the pistol, now like a hand cannon, as it blew the entire lower left leg off Alex, forcing him to writhe on the floor with his lower body exposed; the moment the gunshot, it caused the entire room to fill with screaming, and the wailing of girls, but the door was locked, and Seth held the only card key out.
'Fuck... these guys aren't worth cleaning up.'
Alex Davis was the main character's hidden friend, and part of his actions were all fake; the girl in his lap was his girlfriend, and yet Seth just crippled him. Martin Loutte's father owns the largest law firm, and soon, maybe the police would arrive, and Seth would be in prison.
"You... bastard... my father.."
'But at least now, I am still the villain! Haha! So fuck the rules! System buy enough Mind Altering Pills for the people here!'
Bang!
"Ahhh!?"
Martin screamed in agony, tears falling as Seth shot his right arm, crippling him entirely, "Your father? Do you want me to cripple him too? Your daddy couldn't afford to offend me or my mother—even your older brother apologised privately. Ah? Wasn't I forgiving you morons because you treated Su Muyue well? Sorry... me and her are done."
Seth leaned his head to the side with a strange smile; it was exhilarating to play the villain. All of this was a plot to frame Alex as the one who shot Martin, while Martin shot Alex to make the MC and Martin's father clash.
Clang!
A small black sphere dropped from Seth's hand as it dropped on the ground with a loud thunk before it exploded with a loud bang.
Then, a strange smoke began to fill the room as everyone was already panicking and rolling in pain. Seth grabbed two messy green herbs dipped in the whiskey to make sure they suffered even more and placed them on the arm and leg of the pair.
Flash!
The occupants of the room began to fall unconscious; Seth drank the rest of the whiskey before tossing the bottle to the side, shooting the VIP machines, computers and cards, destroying everything before placing a pill in each of their mouths.
'System, erase their memories of Elena, replace them with some girl none know, and delete my existence tonight... The rest you know what to do; as for the fat man, make sure he changes the debts to their names... as for the girls, well, I'll let them go with a single slap to the face.'
Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah!
All the women's faces were a mess; in their memory, it was their boyfriend or the fat manager who punched them, as several teeth cracked and fell from their lips with a thick trail of blood.
"Equal rights are so cool."
⁜ Brutalised the face of four maidens in a way that no surgery could fix and called it fair: VP + 2000
⁜ Drugged innocent people and twisted their memories because they insulted your little wife: VP +1000
⁜ Crippled two retards and made them free from the plotline only to suffer at the hands of the MC: VP + 2000
⁜ Enjoyed the process and wanted to take it further: VP +500
"Yeah, yeah... I know, the damn props cost me over 1,750 VP, but the reward was so cool... Now, the system, you will remove me from the camera's right as a bonus?"
⁜ That will cost 250 points!
'Damn, profiteer!'
One hour later, as Seth was sitting on a small bench watching the casino, several policemen and the father of Martin appeared; his face looked pissed this made him feel it was worth it. Being the villain could be so cool, and there is no need for playing by the book. Use anything the system could give him and twist the scenario to his desire.
"Let's go meet my princess and enjoy one of the last civilised dates of this world."