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“…”

“…”

I and Eclipse look at each other.

“What are you trying to do.”

“It’s a setup.”

“You and I?”

“Yes.”

“…”

She looks at me and wrinkles her brow fiercely.

“What abilities do you have?”

I have the ability to see my survival rate.

“I don’t have any.”

Of course, I can’t say that.

Even as I say that, if I quietly concentrate, I can immediately hear a sound in my head.

This means that nothing special has happened yet.

And Eclipse’s expression worsens upon hearing my answer.

“Are you telling me to do a setup with a regular person?”

“Regular person? I’m a PD, a PD.”

What kind of PD is there in the world who coordinates with actors?

But even after hearing my answer, Eclipse’s expression didn’t improve.

No, rather, she looks even more disillusioned.

At the same time, an alarm rings in my head again.

No, it’s dropping again.

This is the survival rate I had before I persuaded Eclipse earlier.

That means…

“If that’s what you’re going to say, I’m out of here-”

“Wait!”

I raise my hand to hurriedly stop Eclipse from leaving and organize my thoughts.

I need to create a solid reason why she needs to film WWE with me.

There’s a limit to just using money.

Desperately wracking my brain, I recall information about Eclipse.

Eclipse. When she died, she was trying to switch to the hero side and died… Ah, she said something while dying. What did she say?

In the comic, the scene where Eclipse is lying in a pool of blood, taking her last breath, and others are watching her overlaps in my head.

After taking several rough breaths, she leaves her last words.

‘I wanted to save other people too.’

That probably doesn’t mean she wanted to save other people.

People always prioritize their own safety.

To be honest, it must have been a desire for recognition.

Saving other people, receiving gratitude from them, and the recognition of oneself that comes from it.

Gratitude and recognition from others that villains cannot receive.

She must have craved that.

“Others can accept your beliefs more easily.”

“…”

Eclipse stares at me intently.

“You said it yourself. You have beliefs.”

Whatever that belief is, people don’t listen to those who torment them.

Rather, they try not to listen.

“But you don’t want to be a hero, do you?”

“…”

Eclipse doesn’t say anything.

But as someone who knows her past, I knew that she hates heroes, so I knew she wouldn’t become one.

“You can’t gain sympathy from others by doing villainous things.”

“Then what do you want me to do.”

She answers brusquely. But that conversely means that she somewhat sympathizes with and acknowledges my words.

“So you have to receive sympathy while doing villainous things.”

“And that’s this act?”

“Yes.”

“If I set this up with you, how is that a villainous act? Are you telling me to act like a hero, and you’re going to act like a villain? Then there’s no difference.”

“No, you idiot. I’m a garbage villain, and you can be a villain with beliefs.”

“What?”

Eclipse narrows her eyes.

“For a simple example, let’s say I rob a bank.”

“…”

“I’m a garbage sexual harasser who can’t control his lustful desires.”

“You piece of trash.”

“I’m giving an example, so shut up and listen carefully.”

I slowly explain it in a way that she can easily understand.

“Then you show up and fight me.”

“…”

“And, after roughly defeating me, you say something like this. There are levels even among villains. Like that.”

“Then it’s no different from a hero.”

“And you take the money.”

“…Oh.”

Only then does Eclipse nod as if she has realized something.

“So, if you look at a woman and just, drip with greed while slowly taking off her clothes, I hit you and only stop you from taking off her clothes and just take the money, is that right?”

The explanation is unnecessarily long and detailed.

“That’s right.”

“…”

Eclipse closes her eyes as if she’s thinking about something.

“…”

“…”

“…”

After a bit of silence, she looks at me.

“Then what do you get?”

My survival, that is.

“Money.”

I say confidently, and Eclipse frowns.

“What’s the ratio?”

“Fifty-fifty.”

“…Fifty-fifty?”

“Hey. If I’m taking off the clothes of a crying woman and even getting hit, then I deserve to take half, don’t you think?”

“…Yeah.”

And Eclipse frowns again and nods, as if she imagined that scene.

“…I’ll trust you just this once.”

It feels like I’ve already been tricked four or five times.

“Yeah. Trust me and leave it to me.”

But whatever. As long as the result is good.

The survival rate has returned to normal as well.

A survival rate of 0.55% is lower than the probability of pulling the highest-grade character in a mobile game.

I’m even gambling with my life, and I only have one chance.

In other words, I need to maximize my survival rate so that I can live later.

Now that I think about it, it’s a bit unfair.

If they were just going to send me to another world, why couldn’t they just let me live comfortably?

“So what do I have to do?”

“Ah. Listen carefully.”

Eclipse looks at me, and I look into her eyes and start thinking about what I need to do as well.

What is most necessary for WWE?

“First of all, branding.”

“Branding?”

“So…”

Like that, the conversation between me and Eclipse went on all night. To be exact, it was a time when I was teaching Eclipse.

*

Since the emergence of superhumans, if you were to choose the most dangerous job in the world, ten out of ten people would answer with the same job.

Bank teller.

In the old days, bank tellers were just people who sat and handed out money, but now banks have become like emergency vaults for villains.

Every so often, a teleporting superhuman appears and robs the bank, and they are easily attacked.

Therefore, the number of banks has been reduced as much as possible, and the number of superhumans protecting those banks has also increased.

Nevertheless, banks are always a major target for villains.

Just like right now.

-Bang!

“Ugh…!”

Every time the man stretches out his hand, the surrounding objects explode.

“He’s strong…!”

“Damn it, run away!”

And, with one gesture of his hand, all the superhuman security guards who were flying away start to run away.

“Come back! You freeloaders!”

The bank manager shouts, grinding his teeth.

But if they had outstanding abilities, they would have become heroes or villains, so there’s no way they would have been guards in a place like this.

“Hehe…”

And, the man who blew everyone away smiles and starts walking through the ruined interior of the bank.

“…”

Everyone who sees his face gasps.

It was a face that could be called demonic.

If you were to combine all the evil of humanity and then beautifully sculpt it, wouldn’t it look like that face?

Everyone was reluctant to make eye contact with the villain’s face, which looked like he could kill someone while smiling at any moment.

“…How boring.”

And, the man who was watching the scene mutters as if it were nothing and snaps his fingers.

-Snap!

The floor is dented, and the bank tellers scream.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you going to bring the money?”

The man looks at the bank manager.

His legs start to buckle, and in the end, he has no choice but to succumb to the man’s words.

He can live without money, but he only has one life.

“I, I’ll get it.”

At his nod, the bank tellers who were hiding quickly start taking out the money.

When did such a villain appear?

When are the heroes going to show up?

The bank manager sincerely prayed for a hero to appear, but his prayers were in vain, and no one appeared, let alone a hero.

The man, who was watching the scene with a satisfied expression, points to someone.

“You, over there.”

“…”

“You.”

“Y-yes…?”

A woman is startled by his words.

She was a pretty woman.

In fact, she was quite popular among the bank tellers.

“Yeah, you. Come here.”

The woman hesitates at the man’s words,

“Hurry!”

Bang! The man stomps his foot, and the floor is dented again.

“Y-yes…!”

The woman hurriedly runs to the man.

“I kind of like you?”

Then the man gives an unpleasant smile and grabs the woman’s chin.

He certainly doesn’t have an ugly face.

No, he’s handsome.

But the problem is that the villainous smell smeared all over his face covers everything else.

“Ah, uh…”

The bank teller, who was terrified as she made eye contact with the man, could only moan without saying anything.

“…Hmm.”

And, the man looks around the woman as if examining a product and nods.

“Everyone, close your eyes. I think it’s time for me to have some fun.”

“Ahhh! No! No! Please don’t!”

“Shut up!”

-Slap!

The man slaps the woman’s cheek, and everyone is filled with anger but can’t move.

Because this is a place where the logic of power prevails.

They can’t win even if they attack the man with that demonic face.

They just curse the powerless reality and the men close their eyes.

“Hehe… Count the stains on the ceiling.”

The man smiles and reaches for the woman’s body at that moment.

-Boom!

Something explodes in front of his eyes, and the man hurriedly steps back.

“Who is it!”

He shouts, covering his face,

“…”

A woman in a black dress descends from the sky.

“…It’s Eclipse.”

And, someone else who saw her mutters in a voice full of despair.

Eclipse.

The hottest topic and wanted villain right now.

She robbed a bank last time, and now she’s doing it again-

“I can’t stand to watch any longer.”

But the words that came out of her mouth were enough to leave others dumbfounded.

She stands in front of the woman whose clothes are half-removed.

“There’s a certain class even among villains. You’ve crossed the line.”

“What are you talking about, class? Are you getting cocky just because you’ve made a name for yourself?”

The two people glare at each other, as if the words beauty and villain are fitting.

“Get out of the way. That woman is mine too.”

“No. I’m taking over this bank.”

And, the two start to clash.

It was the start of a fierce battle between villains.