Surviving In This Filthy World As A Novel Villain

Outside the Factory Gates:

Outside, standing just beyond the sleek metal gates of the factory, was Mr. Waters.

Despite his advanced age, the man stood tall, his expression impassive. Flanking him were two younger assistants in neatly pressed suits, their hands folded in front of them like well-trained bodyguards.

But what caught Ethan’s attention the most, what truly intrigued him, was the small white bag clutched in Mr. Waters’ hand.

Ethan slowed his steps, taking in the scene before finally flashing a mocking grin.

"Well, well, well… if it isn’t the mighty Mr. Waters Aka Alex Butler, lurking around my factory like some common spy." He crossed his arms, his smirk widening.

"Should I call security, or do you actually have a reason for loitering at my gates?" Mr. Waters didn’t flinch. Instead, he lifted the small bag ever so slightly, his voice as steady as ever.

"Ethan Carter," he said evenly, "do you know what you’re really producing here?"

Ethan let out a short laugh. "I built this factory. I funded it. I hired the best scientists in the country. You tell me—do I know what I’m producing?"

Mr. Waters fingers curled tighter around the bag.

"Then explain this." With an exaggerated motion, he tossed the small white bag toward Ethan.

Ethan caught it easily, his brow furrowing slightly. He turned the bag over in his hand before pulling out a small jar of cream.

Ethan took an unconscious step closer, peering at it.

Harold, on the other hand, tensed instantly.

"What is this?" Ethan asked, his tone unreadable.

Mr. Waters didn’t hesitate.

"The exact same product you’re making," he replied coldly. "And we’ve had it for months."

The words hung in the air like a dagger.

Harold clenched his fists. "That’s impossible!" he snapped. "We spent months researching this and refining this formula! How the hell could you possibly have an identical formula?!"

Mr. Waters sighed, shaking his head.

"Don’t take my word for it. Test it yourself." He gestured toward the jar in Ethan’s hand.

"If you think I’m lying, run a full analysis. Compare it to your own formula." A slow, almost imperceptible smile tugged at his lips.

"You might be in for a surprise."

For the first time, Ethan’s amusement flickered. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

He turned the jar over in his hand, his gaze darkening. He was confident in his product—but what if this was more than just a bluff?

If Alex truly had an identical formula… Then what the hell had he been playing at all this time?

More importantly… What was his next move?

As Mr. Waters turned to leave, he threw out one last, chilling remark over his shoulder before he began to walk the way he came here.

"Oh, and one more thing, Mr. Ethan…" His gaze flicked back, locking onto Ethan’s. "If we were really trying to steal your formula… don’t you think we would have stopped you before you built this factory?" And with that, he was gone.

Leaving behind nothing but a lingering sense of unease.

It was nothing but a friendly visit by Alex Butler which he did on Alex Orders, it was just a simple warning for smarter people but as Ethan wasn’t one of them he thought nothing of this.

Ethan showed a shocked face just for a show but for him this was like a show playing like he wrote it or planned it.

Why? Because he already have a patent for this.

So, In the end it doesn’t really matter for him even if they had a formula… which is their formula to begin with or even if they produce it.

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"Hahaha! This is incredible!"

Harold Winters couldn’t contain his excitement as he watched Mr. Waters stumble away from the factory gates.

His back was hunched, his steps unsteady with rage, and from the way his fingers trembled, it was clear he was barely containing the humiliation burning inside him.

After years of enduring suppression under Reid Industries, after being treated like an ant beneath their feet at the party hall, after suffering countless setbacks…

Today, they had struck back.

And it felt damn good.

Harold turned toward Ethan Carter, his face still flushed with exhilaration. His eyes were bright, filled with a renewed sense of power—as if, for the first time in a long time, he could finally breathe.

"This is all thanks to you, Ethan." His voice was thick with emotion, a mix of admiration and gratitude. "If it weren’t for you, I don’t know how much longer we’d have had to bow our heads to those bastards at Reid Industries. But today…" His hands clenched into tight fists, his expression fierce.

"Today, we finally made them taste their own medicine!"

Ethan chuckled, his expression calm, but his eyes gleaming with quiet satisfaction.

"Mr. Harold, you don’t have to thank me." His voice was steady, but there was a sharp edge hidden beneath his words.

"Reid Industries is our common enemy." His jaw tightened slightly, the cool night air brushing against his skin. "And we’re just getting started."

Harold nodded fervently, his heart pounding with adrenaline.

"You’re right! We need to keep up the momentum." His excitement reignited, and he turned toward the factory.

"I’ll go push the workers to speed up production! The sooner we launch our scar removal cream, the sooner we can bury Reid Industries for good!"

With that, he marched off, his energy renewed.

Ethan, too, was about to head back inside… But just as he turned, something caught his eye.

Right there, at the factory gates, lying near the entrance like an abandoned piece of trash…

A small, white bag. It was barely noticeable, light, unassuming.

Ethan frowned. His instincts were sharp, honed by years of experience, and something about this felt… wrong.

"Wait a second…" He strode forward, his boots crunching against the gravel, and crouched down.

The moment his fingers brushed against the material, his heart skipped a beat.

Printed on the bag, in neat, bold letters—

"Reid Industries Scar-Healing Cream – Trial Sample" Ethan’s expression changed instantly.

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