The Villains Must Win-Chapter 50: The Void

"FUCK!"

I shot upright, eyes flying open, only to find myself in the void once more. The endless expanse of nothingness stretched around me, dark and swirling like the inside of a black hole.

A very familiar black hole.

I groaned. Oh, not this shit again.

"What happened?" I muttered, rubbing my temples as memories of my glorious death came rushing back.

"You died," a dry, unimpressed voice answered. "That’s what happened."

I turned my head and—yep, there it was—that goddamn black rabbit.

The little bastard stood on its hind legs, twirling a ridiculously fancy black-and-gold cane like it was some kind of royal adviser instead of a fuzzy little menace.

"Oh, it’s you," I muttered. "Great."

"Yes, me." The rabbit gave an exaggerated bow, ears flopping dramatically. "Your ever-patient guide through this utter disaster."

I blinked, then glanced around the void. "Wait . . . so I didn’t die for real? I’m still alive?"

"Technically."

I exhaled in relief. "Thank God."

"Not so fast." The rabbit pointed its cane at me accusingly. "You failed. Miserably."

I frowned. "Failed? What do you mean, failed?"

The rabbit’s ears twitched. "As in, you sucked."

"Excuse me?!" I scoffed, folding my arms. "For your information, I have never failed a game on my first attempt—except for Elden Ring: Nightreign, and that was only because I was paired with an idiot."

"You failed. Failed. Failed. Failed," the rabbit chanted like an annoying ringtone.

The words stung.

I gritted my teeth. "Explain. Now."

With a dramatic sigh, the rabbit tapped its cane, and suddenly, a massive floating screen appeared in front of me.

I stared at it warily. "If this is some ’Top 10 Fails’ compilation, I swear to—"

"Shut up and watch."

So I did.

And holy shit.

The Aftermath of My Death: A Tragic Villain Arc

To summarize the show:

Han Feng went insane.

He executed every single noble who conspired against him.

In his madness, he waged war—not just on Liang, but on every neighboring kingdom.

Through sheer rage and war-crime efficiency, he conquered half the world. He killed Liang Wei and took over the whole Liang.

He never remarried. Never even looked at another woman.

Instead, he preserved Xue Li’s corpse (which—what the actual fuck?!) and visited her every single day like some gothic romance gone horribly wrong.

People called him the Mad Emperor—a ruthless conqueror whose only solace was war.

And yet . . . some commoners still loved him, because while he was batshit crazy, he also brought wealth and glory to the empire, and elevated the common folks lives as it was Xue Li’s wish.

Historians later debated whether he was a tyrant or a tragic hero.

And then he died—old, alone, and still longing for Xue Li.

His final moments?

He died beside her coffin, muttering Xue Li’s name until the end.

I stared at the screen, completely stunned.

". . ."

I turned to the rabbit. "Is this game set on Hell Mode? Because there is no way I should’ve flunked that one."

"You get zero stars." The rabbit sniffed. "I’d give you negative if I could."

I blinked. "Stars?"

The rabbit rolled its eyes. "Stars are currency here. You can exchange them for magical items in the shop, and if you collect enough, you get a wish."

I perked up. "Oh! So basically, game rewards. Nice." I waved vaguely at the screen. "Then I should at least get some stars since Han Feng lived, right? The villain won in the end."

The rabbit looked at me like I had just personally offended its ancestors.

"Won?" it repeated, incredulous. "HE LIVED A MISERABLE LIFE!"

I shrugged. "At least he lived."

The rabbit facepalmed.

"Zero. Stars," it growled.

I took a deep breath. "Shit. This is a bad record. I will not let this stand."

"Lucky for you, this is your first try, so the system is lenient and won’t give you any punishment," the rabbit said, waving its cane, "the next world is ready for a villain to win."

"Good." I cracked my knuckles. "Take me to it. I’ll erase my failure in this first world."

"Uh-huh. This time, try not to die and send the villain into an unhinged world-domination rampage."

"I’ll try."

And with that, I felt a sudden jolt—the sensation of being sucked into another world.

When I opened my eyes . . .

I was in a modern city.

Bright lights. Skyscrapers. The distant hum of traffic.

Good. This was where I thrived.

Just as I started to take it all in, a surge of information slammed into my brain like a download straight out of The Matrix.

A flood of memories—my new identity, the world, the villain I had to support.

I exhaled.

"Alright. Round two. Let’s do this."

Ethan Carter. The name alone was enough to send tabloids into a frenzy. A man who rose from nothing to become one of the youngest billionaires in the country.

How he did it? No one really knew. Some said he had a genius-level intellect, others believed he simply had an uncanny ability to turn dirt into gold. Either way, he was the classic male lead—dashing, cold, untouchable. The kind of man who made women swoon and lesser men seethe with envy.

And, of course, where there’s a male lead, there must be a female lead. Enter Riley Evans—the ever-cheerful, bright-eyed corporate darling. A passionate workaholic with a heart of gold. Naturally, fate dictated that she would become Ethan’s secretary. Why? Because that’s how these stories go.

The two had been in love since college. A love so pure, so sweet . . . so infuriatingly plagued by misunderstandings. And the mastermind behind these constant interferences? None other than Alexander Vale.

Ah, Alexander. The ever-looming, ever-scheming villain. The man who had harbored an unhealthy obsession with Riley since their university days. Every time Ethan and Riley got close, Alexander would swoop in like a villain straight out of a dog-blood drama, twisting the narrative, planting doubts, ensuring their love never blossomed.

In the end, his persistence paid off. Riley, worn down by all the misunderstandings and Ethan’s aloofness, ended up with Alexander.