From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 218: One Act, Two Reasons

Darcy walked toward the group, his steps light, almost bouncy. He tried to flatten his lips, tried not to let the grin stretch across his face. His hand reached up and tugged the hood of his sweatshirt a little lower, as if it could hide the warmth in his eyes or the flicker of pride in his chest.

Micah’s words replayed over and over in his head.

’I’m not participating in the final.’ ƒгeewёbnovel.com

The meaning was obvious.

Micah didn’t care about Archie. He didn’t even care about staying for the final round of the tournament, enjoying glory with cheering crowds.

Micah’s refusal to play in the final was not just a simple matter.

This round wasn’t just another game. It was the match the scouts watched. The one that got clipped, shared, and remembered. The one that decided reputations.

The knockout stage was just a warm-up for pro players compared to the final match.

And now Micah wanted nothing to do with it.

Darcy swallowed, gripping the hem of his hoodie as he walked.

When he thought about it...It didn’t seem like it was just some random suggestion.

Micah wasn’t just careless or impulsive. It wasn’t a joke. The decision to skip the finals... it was a cruel, calculated move.

Micah and Darcy had built up such momentum for Archie’s team, hyping up the crowd and fans. Now their sudden absence would definitely make a stir. The crowd expected an exciting match, but without him or Micah, it would be a difficult task to pull it off.

Darcy’s chest filled with a fierce, secret thrill.

It was obvious Micah didn’t want to be associated with SilverBlade any more than he already was. Not even to show off, not even to get the spotlight. He didn’t even consider Archie his friend. His withdrawal, his rejection, surely would mess up Archie’s mentality and his teammates.

Archie had worked hard for this tournament. He had prepared his team, arranged for Micah and Darcy to attend. And now Micah, someone Archie clearly wanted to be near, was walking away without looking back.

What a beautiful revenge. He had to hand it to Micah.

Darcy could imagine what that would do to Archie’s head. It would throw him off completely. Not just the game. But his pride and feelings. His heart would surely be broken.

But even knowing that, Darcy couldn’t bring himself to feel bad about it.

Micah’s move made him excited. He wasn’t just a silly, naive, short-tempered boy. No. There was more to Micah than met the eye. And Darcy liked it so much.

The beautiful misunderstanding filled Darcy’s mind, unaware that Micah’s withdrawal had nothing to do with that; Micah’s reasons weren’t tied to revenge or even dislike for Archie.

Micah simply was tired. Quietly tired and a bit scared.

From the sofa, Micah stretched his legs, quietly watching Darcy’s back as he walked away. He had promised himself to let Darcy shine. To show his brilliance to everyone.

But then, he remembered something.

Archie’s hollowed eyes, the flash of dark in them had stirred something in Micah. A warning. A small bell from the story he had forgotten.

What was he doing here? In Archie’s domain? Darcy had no idea how dangerous Archie could be, but what about him? Had he forgotten that rubbish novel?

Micah exhaled, pressing his fingers against his temples. He was letting himself get too comfortable. Treating those fucking male leads like they were just normal people, when the truth, hidden behind plotlines and twists, was anything but simple.

Why did he even care for an enemy? An enemy of Darcy. Had he lost his mind? How could he forgive them for what they had done to Darcy?

Darcy had finally changed, become brighter, and laughed freely. How could he be so selfish? Was he really using Darcy just to vent his pent-up anger on Archie? To put Archie in his place by defeating him in a match?

This was a dangerous move.

Besides that... today was their birthday.

Yes, he had come because Darcy had asked. But after Darcy told him his birthday with that gentle, patient look in his eyes, Micah had lost all the excitement to see Archie’s defeat to Darcy, or playing the match and winning the final with Darcy.

None of it felt important anymore.

He couldn’t pretend this was just a game. Not when the giant lie about the switch at birth hung over his head like a ticking bomb.

Micah couldn’t afford to be distracted. He had what he needed.

Since the morning they arrived here, he hadn’t just played games recklessly. No, he had gathered the game ID of all of SilverBlade Legion members, knowing roughly who was who. He didn’t need to stay here any longer. He had all the information he needed.

He couldn’t let Darcy gain more attention than he already had. Archie was crafty. Persistent. Selfish. If he saw potential in Darcy, he wouldn’t go. Like in the novel, when he realised Darcy’s talent in coding. He had pressured him, sweet-talked him, and even tricked him to establish a gaming company.

What if now he did the same thing to drag him into his team?

Micah couldn’t allow it. He couldn’t let Darcy become a pawn in someone else’s plan.

So he made the suggestion.

He let Darcy deal with Archie for selfish reasons. He wanted their conflict to grow. The more they clashed, the less chance there would be for anything like love to grow between them.

His tendency to forget about the novel, forget that these are the dangerous male leads, treating them like some changeable human being... it was all wrong. A mistake.

He needed to deal with them quickly. Eliminate their threat to Darcy. And bring back the real young master to the Ramsy family.

And the first step...

Micah took a deep breath.

It would be tonight. When he brought Darcy to meet his grandmother, Zhou Ruyan.

She surely would recognise Darcy. Micah was certain.

But his grandmother was on his side. She wouldn’t blindly and carelessly speak about it. No, she would make preparations.

Micah lowered his head, eyes fluttering. His fingers trembled slightly, hidden in his lap.

And it might be the last chance his grandmother could see Darcy, the real young master.

Micah shut his eyes completely, grief quietly twisting in his chest.

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