Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain

Thirty minutes passed.

Sera lay limp against Alex's chest, drenched in sweat, her breath shallow, her voice hoarse. This time, it felt different. The silence that followed was thick, weighted with something neither of them spoke aloud.

After a long pause, Sera finally whispered, "Logan and others… they won't die, right?"

Only now, after everything, did she wonder if she had gone too far. The memory of them—beaten, broken, barely recognizable—played in her mind like a ghostly afterimage.

Alex smirked, his fingers tracing lazily along her damp skin. His voice was light, teasing, almost mocking. "Feeling bad for them?"

Sera barely blinked. "No." Her expression remained disturbingly innocent, almost childlike. "We agreed from the start—make him wish he were dead."

Alex leaned back slightly, running a hand down his face. Guess I'm the naive one here.

Just then, a system notification flashed before his eyes.

[The Protagonist 'Eric Vaughn': Luck has suffered a major blow. Luck level is reduced. Current luck level: 4.]

'…?' Alex's fingers froze mid-motion.

'What the hell? A level… dropped? That wasn't supposed to happen.'

Eric Vaughn had started at Luck Level 5—standard for a protagonist-tier figure. Alex had checked it himself when Eric saved Henry's father back on Road.

But now, in less than half a day, it had already dropped? His gaze darkened. Something wasn't right.

"What's going on with Eric's luck level?"

A Child of Luck is someone blessed with extraordinary fortune. The world bends in their favor, ensuring they always get what they need at just the right moment. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

But if they lose a major opportunity that was meant for them, their luck begins to fade—how much depends on the severity of the loss. If their luck level ever drops to zero, they become nothing more than an ordinary person.

Alex frowned, rubbing his chest as he processed the information. A Protagonist's fortune could actually decline? That was rare as it wasn't supposed to happen this fast. What the hell had happened to Eric to make his luck take such a hit?

Even so, Alex wasn't about to lower his guard. Eric might have stumbled, but as long as he had even a shred of luck left, he was still dangerous.

A Protagonist always had tricks up their sleeve.

No matter how bad things got, they had a way of turning the tables at the last second. It was what made them such a pain to deal with.

And yet—

[A New Destined One name 'Jed' has suffered a mental breakdown. Congratulations. You've earned 800 Critical points.]

Alex blinked. Huh?

Eric Vaughn's luck drop was already a surprise, and now another Child of Luck had shown up? When he hadn't even fully dealt with Eric first.

'You've got to be kidding me.' He hadn't even finished dealing with Eric, and here comes another one falling apart. Just how many of these damn protagonists were packed into this world? It was like they were lining up, waiting to cause him trouble.

Alex exhaled sharply and pulled out his phone. No sense in wasting time—he needed information. He dialed his man number.

"Check someone out for me."

"Sir… who?"

"Name : Jed."

As soon as the name left his lips, the girl sitting in his lap went rigid. Sera's fingers twitched slightly against his sleeve, her breath hitching.

"Jed?" she repeated, her voice uncertain.

Alex narrowed his eyes. "You know him?"

Sera nodded slowly. "I'm not sure if it's the same Jed you're looking for, but the one I know is Officer Jed…"

…

..

.

Without hesitation, she told him everything she knew. Every encounter, every detail, no matter how small.

Alex groaned inwardly. An officer? A crime-solving protagonist? Just my damn luck.

The worst types of main characters were the ones bound by law and righteousness. The ones who had unshakable morals, a relentless drive for justice, and an annoying tendency to never give up. That kind of guy was always the hardest to deal with.

Still, there was no avoiding it. He pressed his phone to his ear. "Check out this Police Officer Jed," he instructed, then ended the call.

Sera shifted slightly, adjusting her position in his lap. Then, as if it was just a casual comment, she added, "Officer Jed's a good guy."

Alex let out a quiet sigh. Of course he is. Every crime-solving protagonist had a heart of gold. But that was exactly what made them such a pain in the ass.

….

Meanwhile, at the City Police Station…

While Sera was enjoying herself, Officer Jed was drowning in frustration.

He slammed a fist onto his desk, breathing heavily. "I was so damn close! I almost had that bastard!"

For days, he had been chasing down the truth behind the car crash that had killed Sera's parents. His investigation had finally paid off—he had uncovered solid evidence that Logan had orchestrated the whole thing, hiring someone to carry out the hit.

He had been this close to personally leading the team to arrest him.

Then, right as he was gearing up to make his move, a huge murder case landed on his desk. The kind that couldn't wait. His hands were tied—he had no choice but to prioritize it, so he sent another squad to take Logan down in his place.

And what happened?

The moment his team left the station, Logan's private plane took off. The bastard had slipped right through their fingers.

To make matters worse, when the other officers raided the their company, they found something even more disturbing—Logan's man in his room, dead in his office. Security footage showed him entering the room but never coming out. A short while later, Logan had rushed out in a panic, locking the door behind him.

Now, Logan had three bodies pinned to his name.

The atmosphere in the station was tense. The mood was heavy.

A wanted murderer, dragging his entire family along with him, had managed to escape on a plane. For the city's police force, it was an absolute disgrace.

Jed raked a hand through his already-messy hair. "Where the hell did Logan's plane land?" he demanded.

Brooks, his fellow officer, let out a long sigh.