Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain

The first pharmacy had just refused him. The second one threatened to call the police. The third and fourth didn’t even let him finish his explanation before shoving him out the door.

Now, after two hours of wandering from store to store, he was still empty-handed.

Eric took a deep breath, trying to suppress the urge to flip over a table.

"Enemy is in the hiding, and me in the open… This situation is way too passive. If I don’t turn things around soon, I’ll be the one at a disadvantage."

He had a strong feeling that someone was deliberately making things difficult for him.

If he ever found out who it was, he swore he would make them his personal poison test subject.

But first, he needed to find a way to get the medicine he needed.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly spotted a small, old-fashioned herbal medicine shop at the end of the street. Unlike the modern pharmacies, this one looked like it had been around for decades, its wooden signboard faded and its entrance slightly worn.

Eric’s lips curled into a grin.

"Heh. An old-school place like this might just be my lucky break." Without hesitation, he walked toward the shop, ready to try his luck once more.

….

Two Hours Later…

Eric Vaughn’s face was dark with anger. "A bunch of ignorant fools. I need medicine, yet I have to get some quack to write me a prescription? To hell with that."

This was deliberate. It had to be.

They had the medicine but refused to sell it to him. Someone was clearly targeting him on purpose. Eric silently memorized the names of the pharmacies, vowing to get revenge one day. But for now, he had more pressing matters.

"I should go to the Kleinberg Family first. I have no idea how Sera is doing."

Even after spending most of the past week locked up in a detention center, she was still on his mind.

"I have to explain everything to her. She needs to know I had nothing to do with her grandfather’s death. And right now, she might be in danger."

Resting his chin on his hand, Eric muttered, "I should also have the Kleinberg Family gather the medicine I need."

….

The Dormitory:-

Knock, knock, knock—knock, knock, knock.

Alex rapped on Sera’s dormitory door.

Don’t ask how he managed to get into the girls’ dormitory, money has a way of opening doors, literally.

Don’t ask why he didn’t just ask the dorm manager for a spare key, he already had one that let him in when someone was inside. A key to the door itself? Unnecessary.

When Sera opened the door and saw him standing there, she froze. "You… what are you doing here?"

Without a word, Alex pulled her into his arms, nudging the door shut with his foot.

Because she was at home in her dorm, Sera was dressed casually, perhaps too casually. Her twin ponytails swayed with youthful energy, while her sleeveless white crop top exposed her slender arms and a toned, petite waist.

A black bra strap peeked through, tracing the curves of her figure. She wore light blue denim shorts that hugged her hips, leaving her smooth, fair legs fully exposed.

The air was warm, but the real heat came from something else, the unspoken tension of youth and reckless emotions.

The dorm was empty aside from her. Her three roommates were in class. She had stayed behind, still feeling sore from the other night.

"You’re crazy. This is a girls dorm. The GIRLS dorm," Sera stammered, trembling slightly in his arms but too afraid to struggle.

Ever since that night, ever since Alex had taken her… her feelings toward him had become a mess. If she had a choice, she would rather never see him again.

But…

"Isn’t a dorm the perfect place?" Alex smirked, his hands wandering as he pressed in closer.

"Y-you…!"

Feeling the shifting pressure on her chest, Sera’s face flushed a deep red. Her misty eyes shimmered as if tears were about to spill, and her damp lips trembled under the soft bite of her pearly teeth.

Alex couldn’t hold back any longer. With the self-restraint of a so-called gentleman, one who believed in using his lips rather than his hands, he leaned in and kissed her.

"Mmm—! Stop! This is a girls dorm… someone might hear us."

"Then keep your voice down," he murmured, unconcerned.

He had no fear of being overheard because the entire floor, and even the ones above and below, had already been cleared out. Not a single student remained.

But he didn’t mention that. Where was the fun in ruining the moment?

After a brief pause, he added, "I’ve already contacted my so-called acquaintance. His people are watching the exits at every major airport in the country seeing he wouldn’t just choose a low rating or price flight… that made things a little easier. The moment Logan shows his face, they’ll take him into custody."

If you want to capture someone, first give them a way out.

The moment she heard this, Sera stopped resisting. She no longer cared if their voices might carry through the dorm walls. Instead, she took the initiative, shifting from defense to offense.

"Leave it to me!"

As the scene sped forward, a thought surfaced in Alex’s mind, one he hadn’t expected.

As the final note faded, the dormitory returned to silence. Sera took a moment to catch her breath before gathering the strength to stand up from Alex’s embrace, a soft pop sound accompanying her movement.

Still in a composed state, Alex glanced at a newly received message and stated matter-of-factly, "Logan and others have already boarded a flight to another country. They should arrive later tonight."

It was faster than he had expected. He had assumed Logan would at least wait until he had offloaded his shares of the company at a mere fraction of their market value before fleeing. Seems the man wasn’t as bold as he had thought.

Sera, who had just reached for the dorm window, paused. "That fast?"

"He must’ve realized that no one would buy the Kleinberg Industries shares, so he hurriedly sold off a few properties at dirt-cheap prices and ran with his family." Alex took a sip of water and added, "People are already waiting for him on the otger side."

Sera nodded in understanding.