I've Become a Demon God, You Want Me to Be the Villain Section 23

Sylvie said.

With that, the matter was settled.

Nancy and Sylvie both became busy.

Knockout Ambush Operation! A Protagonist Who Grew Stronger While Lying Down!

"This guy is a viscount's bastard. Are we really going to make a move?"

"He's just a bastard. What's there to fear? If he isn't the person they're looking for, we can quietly send him back."

"They've ordered us to step up our efforts. Let's just do it."

"Fine. We'll act once he's alone~"

"..."

Late at night.

Inside a tavern, three people sat around a table, watching someone in the distance as they whispered among themselves.

These three were also members of Su Mo's Intelligence Organization.

The person they were watching was a viscount's bastard.

This fellow's recent behavior had been rather unusual.

After all, bastards held very low status. A noble's bastard basically had no inheritance rights.

However, this bastard was somewhat special. The viscount's legitimate son had been sickly all year round and might not live much longer.

That got this bastard's thoughts stirring.

In the past, this bastard had been incredibly diligent. He rushed to handle every task and treated the Viscountess even better than he treated his own mother.

He had also won the Viscountess's favor.

But a few days ago, something happened to this bastard.

He suddenly became decadent.

He stopped doing work, stopped managing the accounts, and spent all day drinking and carousing, willingly sinking into depravity.

What this fellow loved most was drinking, wandering around, occasionally visiting brothels, and sleeping.

Some said he acted this way because the viscount's legitimate son had been cured by a Priest from the Holy See.

With no hope left, he had fallen into decadence.

At first, that explanation seemed plausible enough.

Until—

One night, several thugs approached him, intending to rob him of some spending money.

But after luring them into an empty alley, the fellow kicked them down one by one, leaving the thugs dazed, bloodied, and battered.

Before this, the bastard had been frail and weak beyond belief.

Yet he had suddenly gained formidable strength.

Coincidentally, one of those thugs happened to be a spy for these three.

In a city, the best spies were naturally idle layabouts like these street thugs.

That thug had been beaten badly and wanted revenge, but he was certainly not enough on his own.

So, he reported the bastard's situation.

That was how the three of them came to watch him.

"Haha, let you all fight until your heads bleed. My Golden Finger is still the best—I can grow stronger just by lying down."

In the tavern, the bastard happily drank his wine.

This fellow was, astonishingly, also a Protagonist.

His Golden Finger was rather interesting: it was also a system, one that let him grow stronger while lying down.

He did not need to do anything at all. As long as he loafed around all day, he could receive rewards from the system.

Of course, if he spent all day sleeping, the rewards would be limited.

That was why he went out every day to drink, bask in the sun, and occasionally visit brothels.

He lived an exceptionally comfortable life.

In his view, as long as he used the warnings to avoid Villains and kept them from discovering him, he could steadily grow stronger in peace.

As for the viscount's modest estate, after becoming a Protagonist and gaining a system, he no longer cared for it in the slightest.

After drinking for most of the day, the bastard glanced at his System Panel.

He discovered that this drinking session had earned him a rather good reward.

The Protagonist happily stood up, preparing to head to the next place.

Watching him leave, the three exchanged glances and quietly followed after him.

"His strength should be at Tier 2. Be careful."

"Have the people lying in ambush ahead make their move. We're still no match for him."

"..."

The three spoke in low voices.

"Someone's following me?"

The three had no idea that the Protagonist had already noticed them.

"Three rats. Perfect, I can test out the new skill I just obtained..."

After realizing that the three were not particularly strong, the Protagonist snorted and deliberately headed toward an alley.

However, the moment he reached the entrance of the alley, a wooden club came crashing down with lightning speed.

The Protagonist had been guarding against the three behind him. Before he could react, the club struck him squarely.

"Damn it..."

Despite being hit by the wooden club, the Protagonist did not pass out and even cursed.

"Huh? He's not out yet?"

A voice sounded, followed by the whistle of wind.

"Fuck!"

The Protagonist broke down.

Then darkness filled his vision, and he passed out.

"Done!"

A shadow emerged from the darkness, clapped his hands, and took out a rope.

Meanwhile, in several other cities of the Crescent Kingdom, that night, under Su Mo's orders, a fairly large-scale operation of knocking people out with clubs began.

Many suspected Protagonists were clubbed unconscious.

Ring Upgrade! Silver-grade Villain!

Magic Airships flew overhead one after another above the Castle.

"Damn, the Count of Inkstone Territory is really rich. So many airships are flying under his banner."

"Yeah, I heard one airship costs at least tens of thousands of Gold Coins."

"Tens of thousands of Gold Coins? My God, I only earn a few Silver Coins a month."

"..."

People came and went throughout the territory.

Seeing the Magic Airships in the sky, many people marveled at the Count of Inkstone Territory's wealth.

This was something everyone who came to Inkstone Territory had in common.

Among the nobles of the Crescent Kingdom, a consensus had already formed.

Only after arriving in Inkstone Territory would they realize what country bumpkins they were.

The carrying capacity of these Magic Airships was actually quite limited, and they could not transport anything too heavy in a single trip.