Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain

[The Protagonist 'Eric Vaughn's luck has taken a big hit. Luck Level decreased. Current Luck Level: 3]

"His level dropped again?"

Just as the system message ended, the head butt doctor walked over with a report. Since Alex had specifically asked to be kept updated on Eric Vaughn, the hospital reported any changes right away.

The head doctor handed Alex the report on Eric's injuries and quickly explained his condition.

Eric looked terrible, but he didn't have any life-threatening injuries. The biggest problem was the broken chair leg, it was just too thick and long. For Eric, it was like... well, let's just say it caused major damage back there. His butt was ruined, and it also destroyed his ability to have kids.

Before this, those five experts had messed with Eric's 'dick', but that was something man-made. Later on, if Eric found out, he might have even been able to fix it using the Acupuncture. But this time was different. Large parts of his 'dick' tissue were dead. Not even God could fix it now.

"No wonder his level dropped." Alex suddenly understood. For a Protagonist from a harem story like Eric, losing his 'dick' was worse than losing his parents.

Now, Eric was basically helpless, like a lamb waiting to be killed. The only reason he probably still had a Luck Level of 3 was because of those three mysterious masters supposedly retired deep in the mountains.

"Interesting."

.…

Over the next three days, Riley became even more obedient to Alex. Things she didn't want to try before, positions and places, she now agreed to, even if a little reluctantly.

"The time is almost right," Alex thought, his eyes half-closed as he enjoyed the naive female lead's... service.

While Alex was busy enjoying himself, Eric Vaughn lay in his hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He looked like he had nothing left to live for.

His injuries weren't actually that severe overall. He woke up two days after the surgery. Since the doctors couldn't reach his family, they told him everything about his condition directly.

As a Protagonist, his body healed incredibly fast. Even having his butt torn open, stitched up, and torn open again didn't seem to affect his overall recovery much.

He wasn't worried about how bad his butt injury was. His only worry now was his 'dick', it wasn't reacting at all.

After waking up and hearing about his injuries from a nurse, Eric Vaughn had been trying to heal himself. He couldn't count on the useless doctors in this hospital; they were all trash. He could only rely on himself.

His Acupuncture skill was really powerful. It could even cure deadly diseases like late-stage liver cancer. But the problem was, the nurse had secretly told him his whole 'system' down there was broken, completely unable to work anymore. A large part of his 'dick's tissue was dead. Unless he could somehow be completely rebuilt from scratch, there was no chance of healing it.

Rebuilt from scratch? Crap, he didn't even know who his real mom was, how could he be rebuilt?

Even after two days, Eric Vaughn still couldn't accept this.

He was supposed to be the carefree little medical master, saving lives with one hand and taking them with the other. He'd just come down from the mountain! He hadn't even gotten close to any beautiful women yet!

To be ruined like this... how could he accept it?

The more time passed, the crazier Eric Vaughn became.

"It's all that bastard Alex's fault! If it weren't for him, I would never have ended up like this!"

Eric Vaughn gritted his teeth, wishing he could swallow Alex whole. That bastard ruined his love life!

"Alex, you ruined my love life!" Eric Vaughn roared, full of bitterness. Then, like a balloon losing air, he mumbled, "But... I can't beat him."

He was angry, but he hadn't completely lost his mind. He remembered how Alex easily blocked his full-power punch that day. And that kick Alex threw, he didn't even have a chance to dodge it. It was fast, aimed perfectly, and incredibly strong.

"Damn it!" Eric Vaughn hated admitting it, but Alex was much stronger than him. One-on-one, he was no match. Even if his butt wasn't injured, he still wouldn't win.

"Why is that bastard so strong?" Eric Vaughn couldn't figure it out. How could anyone in the younger generation be stronger than him? His master had clearly said no one young could take more than one move from him. If they could, two moves would finish them.

Hmm...

"But it doesn't matter. So what if you're strong, Alex? You think you're tough? Can you beat my master?"

Still unwilling to give up, Eric Vaughn tried poking his 'dick' again, but still got no reaction. "My master has twenty years of power in one punch! How are you going to block that, Alex?"

Thinking this, Eric Vaughn calmed down a bit.

He still had his three masters.

"Master definitely has a way to heal my 'dick'," Eric thought. He knew how amazing his Master's medical skills were. He couldn't fix himself, but his Master surely could.

Just as Eric Vaughn was figuring out how to contact his three masters, the muscular guy, Mike, in the next bed, grinned while staring at Eric's butt. "Eric Vaughn, have you thought about my offer?"

Mike didn't know or care who Eric had upset outside the hospital to end up like this. In fact, he kind of wanted to say, 'Good job!' The thought alone got him damn excited. Right then, Mike decided he had to get Eric into the club. His acquaintance would help too, he was also very excited about the idea!

Hearing that familiar voice behind him sent a chill down Eric Vaughn's spine. Ever since he arrived in this room, Mike the muscle-head had been hitting on him. Especially after Mike admitted he was gay, the harassment became totally open. He didn't even try to hide it anymore.

"What's there to think about? Join the club, and we'll all be family. If you have any problems, we'll help you out."

Mike's voice came again. Eric didn't know why, but before, Mike's harassment made him feel sick, and he even thought about finding a chance to kill the guy.

But now... Eric realized he didn't seem quite as angry as he expected. He wasn't even pushing back against the idea as much.