Villain Hiring: Help! Author Wants Me Dead-Chapter 206: Villain Hiring?!

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"Your villain seems to be nothing but a dud...bearateme—"

As I heard the sentence passing my ears, I couldn't help but grind my teeth.

This bastard Noah has done nothing more than disappointing me.

It had been a while since I made the deal with Williamloh to become a true God and I'd been working tirelessly to make it a dream come true.

But that wasn't possible as long as the plot of my world continued down this line.

None of my plots, my plans, deceptions...none of it mattered so long as this motherfucker continued to defy me!

Looking at the endless room around me, I could not help but be amazed by it no matter how many times I'd seen it.

There were no walls around us.

either was there any ceiling nor a floor to stand on.

Only space.

Planets, stars, entire galaxies floated around us, shifting constantly like they were mere decorations.

The concept of gravity itself felt optional here, as if the laws of reality bent to Williamloh's mere presence.

And yet, despite the vastness, despite the sheer cosmic weight of the room, there was an eerie calm.

A sense of order.

As if the space itself manipulated those within to feel at ease, to be awed yet never overwhelmed.

My gaze flickered forward to the man in front of me.

Just…a man.

And yet, I knew.

I knew that despite his unassuming appearance, he was one of the few beings in this universe with power and influence that surpassed even True Gods.

Williamloh.

The World Contractor.

His lips curled into a polite smile as his brown eyes met mine.

It seemed that he was waiting for my response.

In the past two months, I'd been doing nothing more than brainstorming about what I can do about this problem.

I had even stopped too much intervention between the God's and the Humans so I could increase my control on the world and everything did indeed seem to be going well.

There was only a single problem.

My villain couldn't do the one fucking job I assigned him to.

For months now I had twisted plots, bent fates, rewired threads of destiny—yet nothing worked. My villain, my carefully planted seed of destruction, had failed me again and again. And now here I was, standing in this endless void of stars, being mocked by the one being who should've been backing me up.

I had worked tirelessly ever since I made that deal with Williamloh. I gave up everything to chase this dream, to rise above and become a true God.

Not one of those fake pretenders who let mortals worship them out of pity, but a mythic God, etched into legend, feared and praised for eternity.

But how could I achieve that dream if my story itself refused to bend?

If Noah kept surviving?

If my villain couldn't do the one damn job I gave him?

I clenched my fists until blood dripped down my palms.

I glared around the endless cosmic room. Even gravity felt like a suggestion here, like the laws of existence themselves bowed down to Williamloh.

And there he sat.

At the center of this grand illusion, behind a desk that looked so disgustingly ordinary, was him. Short black hair, a clean face, a black suit that could've belonged to some middle-class office worker.

No halo.

No wings.

No cosmic aura.

Nothing.

But I knew better.

This "ordinary" man could write, bind, and erase worlds with his pen. He didn't need to look divine. His presence alone rewrote reality.

Williamloh smirked at me, leaning forward slightly, his brown eyes locking with mine.

It made me want to rip his smug face apart.

"I've tried everything," I spat, my voice shaking with rage. "I've shifted the board, silenced gods, cut mortals, and twisted fates until they cried blood. I've stripped Noah's allies. I've weakened his soul. And yet-"

My words choked, my fists trembling. "…he still stands. He still defies me."

Williamloh tilted his head, amused. "So you've realised the obvious, then. That your plans alone are not enough."

I narrowed my eyes. "…What are you suggesting?"

His smirk widened, calm and sharp like a blade pressed against my throat.

"Hire another villain."

For a moment, I thought I misheard. "What?"

"As long as the story reaches the ending we need, what does it matter who delivers it?" Williamloh tapped his pen against the desk lightly, a sound that echoed through the cosmos like thunder. "Your pawn is a failure. Replace him. Strengthen your narrative with a force beyond humanity."

I felt my lip curl. "You want me to bring in another villain?"

"Why not?" he said smoothly. "Imagine it. A villain not born of the human race, but something far greater. Something already feared. Their presence would not only crush Noah but also stir chaos across the mortal lands.

Fear breeds faith, Bearateme.

And faith is what you need to ascend."

Faith. Yes, I realised.

The word echoing in my chest like a drum.

Williamloh leaned back, still smirking. "Think of it. If humanity trembles before your new villain, if their prayers grow desperate, they will call to you. They will worship you. Only then will you become more than just a god. You will become a myth."

My breath grew heavy. His words clawed into me, tearing away reason and leaving only hunger.

Yes. He was right. My villain had failed. Noah had mocked me for too long. The mortals still carried hope. That hope needed to be burned away. Replaced with despair.

But not just any despair. It had to be perfect.

"…Which race?" I muttered, my voice low, unsteady.

Williamloh's grin was subtle but sharp. "That is for you to decide. But if you truly wish to strengthen your influence, I would recommend a race that already carries power. One whose name alone spreads fear across the land."

The answer came to me instantly.

The Kalkis.

The wretched race already at war with the humans.

They were violent and ruthless. Feared even by their allies. If I turned one of them into the villain of my story, my influence would definitely skyrocket. Their very existence would cement fear in every prayer whispered at night.

And not just any Kalki.

My mind flickered back to the word I had created as I focused on one of the major arcs occurring in the story currently at the Lapui's auction.

To the chaos.

To the one Kalki who had dared steal the Hollow Weapon. The same Hollow Weapon drenched in the blood of their king.

A laugh broke from my throat.

"Yes," I hissed, my eyes burning with madness. "Yes, that's it. I'll take the war itself and plant it inside my story. I'll carve despair into every corner of this world until Noah breaks. Until they all break."

Williamloh raised an eyebrow, but his smirk never faded. "Oh? You've decided already?"

My breath came heavy, unsteady. My chest burned with fury and excitement.

I had finnally found the answer to all my problems!

I raised my hand, pointing through the void as if reaching into another realm entirely. My vision pierced across distance, across war, across blood. And there he was.

The Kalki who had stolen the Hollow Weapon.

The perfect candidate to rewrite the story.

A grin split my face as my finger locked on him.

"I choose you."

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