From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 630: A Trap for the Transmigrator

Micah slipped away from the main corridor and turned into a quieter, dimmer hallway, one that most guests at the auction avoided because it led toward storage rooms and staff elevators. The hum of distant voices and clinking glasses faded behind him, replaced by the faint buzz of fluorescent lights overhead. He kept his pace steady, not too fast, not too slow, careful not to draw attention.

Even without turning around, Micah could feel it, someone was following him.

It was Noas. The presence at his back was light, almost careful, but Micah could hear the system and its host conversation in his head, making him recognise that Noas was the one following him as he wished. His shoulders remained relaxed, his posture loose, as if he were nothing more than a heartbroken young woman wandering away from a crowded party. But inside, his mind was already calculating.

He wasn’t worried about the system’s cheat items. If the system itself couldn’t even detect him properly anymore, then whatever tricks it handed out to its chosen host were useless too. Cheats only worked on things the system could understand. Micah existed outside of that framework now.

And besides... he had Clyde.

Earlier, Micah had sensed it clearly: Clyde’s presence warped the system. The man was like a living glitch, something that shouldn’t exist but did anyway. Every time Clyde came near, the system’s reactions slowed, stuttered, or went eerily silent. Commands took longer to process, and sometimes the system would go offline with a buzzing sound.

Whatever Clyde was, he didn’t just break the system’s rules. He overrode them.

That was why Micah felt confident, even bold. As long as Clyde was somewhere nearby, the system couldn’t fully act against him.

He reached the elevator at the end of the hallway and stepped inside. The doors slid shut with a soft hiss, cutting off the dim corridor. Micah pressed the button for the second floor, then leaned lightly against the mirrored wall, tilting his head as if tired.

While the elevator moved, he pulled out his phone and quickly sent two messages, one to Clyde and one to Darcy, giving them brief, carefully worded instructions.

When the elevator dinged and the doors opened, Micah stepped out and walked toward a small balcony that overlooked the entrance below. Soft light spilled in from tall windows, casting pale reflections across the floor.

He stopped near the railing and lifted a hand to his face, pretending to wipe away tears. His shoulders trembled faintly as he let out a soft, shaky breath, like someone trying not to cry. His eyes flicked briefly toward the corner of the hallway, where a CCTV camera blinked quietly.

He waited. It didn’t take long before he heard footsteps behind him.

"Miss, are you okay?" Noas asked, his voice thick with fake concern.

Micah didn’t turn. Instead, he angled his face away, staring out into the empty space beyond the balcony, as if he were too ashamed to be seen crying.

From all the system-based stories he’d read, Micah knew there was always some kind of trigger. Hypnosis, mind control, charm...none of it worked without a condition. Eye contact, physical contact, a spoken command. Something always had to bridge the gap.

No matter how overpowered the system claimed to be, it was never truly absolute.

In his mind, he heard the transmigrator curse. "Damn it! Why is she looking away?"

Oh, so it was eye contact, Micah thought to himself.

He hid his cold smile behind the back of his hand, letting out a small, broken sob.

"Here," Noas said, stepping closer. "You can use this." He offered a neatly folded handkerchief.

When Micah didn’t react, he continued, softening his voice even more. "Don’t be embarrassed. Everyone has a bad day. I might be a stranger, but I can lend you an ear. Who knows? Maybe I can even help you find a solution."

Micah sniffed and mumbled, his voice trembling. "I... I was told he cheated on me..." He hiccupped, a few fake tears slipping from the corner of his eyes as he tilted his head just slightly, still not meeting Noas’s gaze.

Inside his mind, the transmigrator was losing patience. "Shit! Just turn your fucking head toward me!"

Noas moved closer, close enough that Micah could feel his presence at his back. He leaned forward, trying desperately to catch the white haired girl’s eyes and activate the skill.

He wanted to find Darcy. Earlier, the system had told him that if he encountered the supposed protagonist, the points he gained would be doubled compared to meeting the four male leads. He couldn’t let this chance slip away.

Besides, he also wanted information about the blond man and his relationship with Micah and Darcy.

Why hire investigators when he could just pull the truth straight out of her mind?

His patience snapped. "System," he ordered, "block the CCTV."

"Roger," the system replied.

Noas reached out and grabbed Micah’s shoulder, yanking him around toward himself, trying to activate the hypnosis skill.

Micah let out a startled cry and struggled, his hair coming loose as he twisted away. In the movement, he discreetly tore the side of his qipao, guiding Noas’s hand toward his chest before screaming.

"No! What are you doing? Let me go!" he shrieked in his girlish voice, high and panicked.

Still, he never met Noas’s eyes.

"What the hell? System use my remaining points. Activate something, anything!" the transmigrator yelled at the system.

Noas was shocked by the action the girl took. Before he could use his skill or block Micah’s mouth, footsteps rushed toward them.

Suddenly, he was yanked backward and a fist smashed into his face.

Noas stumbled, pain exploding through his skull. His temper flared. He was ready to use any cheat abilities he had to deal with them when a familiar static crackled in his mind.

"Zzz.... Alert.... Buzz.... failure... system failure...zzzz...."

Then the system disconnected. Noas’s face turned pale, panic flashing in his eyes.

"No! Not again!" The transmigrator shouted. "System? Fuck! Hey, don’t leave me!"

Another punch slammed into him.

Archie threw him aside, eyes blazing. "You sick bastard! Forcing yourself on her?!"

He was shaking with fury, standing protectively in front of the white-haired girl.