All Chapters of My Ambition of Being the Villain King : Chapter 11
- Chapter 20
32 chapters
Chapter 10: The First Crack in Fate
Kael's POV Three months into my employment at the Silvermane estate, I began to notice something strange.Small things at first. A training dummy that should have broken under Aldric's strike remained intact. A sparring match where he slipped on wet grass at the exact moment I attacked, giving me an opening I shouldn't have had. A Scripture instructor who arrived late to our lesson, mumbling about unexpected obstacles that delayed him.Nothing dramatic. Nothing that couldn't be explained by coincidence.But I'd lived eight years as an Error, eight years of fate actively working against my existence, and I'd learned to recognize when the universe's attention turned toward someone. These weren't random incidents. They were corrections, adjustments, the Script trying to write reality back toward its intended narrative.The problem was, they were working in my favor.It started making sense during a tactical lesson with Master Chen, the estate's strategy instructor. He was teaching us ab
Chapter 11: The Weight of Prophecy
Winter came to Ashenvale with brutal efficiency, transforming the frontier settlement into a landscape of ice and hardship.The training yard at the Silvermane estate became treacherous, frost making every step a calculated risk. But Aldric insisted we continue our sessions regardless of weather, arguing that enemies wouldn't wait for comfortable conditions. So we trained in the freezing cold, our breath forming clouds in the air, our fingers going numb around sword hilts despite heavy gloves.I was in the middle of a particularly vicious exchange with Aldric when Lord Silvermane appeared at the edge of the yard, accompanied by a figure I'd never seen before. The stranger wore the crimson robes of a High Scripture Reader, one of the Church's elite, blessed with the ability to interpret Scripts in greater detail than common priests.Aldric noticed them too and immediately called a halt to our sparring. We approached together, though I hung back slightly. Church officials made me nervou
Chapter 12: The Test of Loyalty
Spring arrived with unexpected violence, bringing not flowers but raiders.They came from the northern wastes, a band of Script-corrupted outcasts who'd rejected their destinies and paid the price in sanity and humanity. Fifty strong, mounted on twisted beasts that had once been horses, they hit Ashenvale's eastern quarter at dawn with fire and blood.I was in the training yard when the alarm bells rang, their frantic clanging cutting through the morning practice session. Aldric's head snapped up immediately, his instincts already attuned to danger despite his youth."Raiders," one of the guards shouted, sprinting past toward the armory. "All combat-capable personnel to arms!"Lord Silvermane appeared from the manor, already armored, his face set in grim determination. "Aldric, stay in the compound. The walls are reinforced with Script-wards. You'll be safe here.""Father, I can fight..""You can, but you won't. Not today." His tone brooked no argument. "Your destiny is too important
Chapter 13: The Price of Power
woke three days later in the estate's medical wing, wrapped in enough bandages to make me look like an amateur mummy.The healer, a middle-aged woman with the Script of Merciful Hands, sat beside my bed, her expression a mixture of professional concern and deep confusion. When she saw my eyes open, she immediately began checking various indicators of health with practiced efficiency."Welcome back to the living," she said. "Though I'll confess, for the first day I wasn't certain you'd make that return trip. You had three cracked ribs, severe internal bleeding, and something I've never seen before, Script-backlash, except you don't have a Script to backlash from.""What happened?" My voice came out as a croak."You tell me. Your body was rejecting itself at a cellular level, like reality couldn't decide whether you should exist or not. I've seen Script corruption before, but this was different. This was an existence rejection." She poured water and helped me drink. "Whatever you did du
Chapter 14: The Church's Shadow
Two months after the raid, Commander Thane returned to collect on our agreement.I was in the middle of morning training with Aldric when the messenger arrived, a young woman in the leather armor of the Anomaly Response Division. She handed me a sealed letter without ceremony, waited while I read it, and stood at attention like she expected immediate compliance.The message was brief: "Report to the eastern chapel by noon. Your training begins today. Come alone."Aldric read over my shoulder, his expression darkening. "They're not wasting time.""Did you expect them to?" I folded the letter and tucked it into my belt. "The Church doesn't make agreements out of kindness. They want to see what their new weapon can do.""You're not a weapon.""To them, I am. And honestly, after what I did during the raid, can you blame them?" I picked up my practice sword, testing its weight. "If I were in their position, I'd want to understand what an Error could do too. Knowledge is control, and they n
Chapter 15: Lessons in Darkness
The training that followed made Garrick's brutal sessions feel like gentle encouragement by comparison.Every day for the next month, I reported to the eastern chapel at dawn. Every day, Commander Thane presented me with a new corrupted Script-bearer to practice on. And every day, I pulled the corruption into myself and felt a piece of my humanity dissolve along with it.Subject Eighteen had been a mother of three whose Script of Nurturing Care had inverted after Church officials forcibly removed her children for "proper Script-aligned upbringing." Subject Twenty-One was a soldier whose Script of Loyal Service corrupted when he was ordered to execute his commanding officer for questioning Church doctrine. Subject Twenty-Five was just fourteen, a girl whose Script had broken under the weight of an arranged marriage to a man three times her age.Each one had a story. Each one had been driven to corruption by circumstances that made their Scripts incompatible with their reality. And each
Chapter 16: The Weight of Humanity
The Whispering Woods earned their name from the constant rustle of wind through ancient trees, creating sounds that almost resembled voices speaking in languages just beyond comprehension.Aldric and I rode in comfortable silence for most of the two-day journey, leaving Ashenvale behind along with its politics, prophecies, and the weight of our respective fates. The deeper we traveled into the forest, the quieter the world became, not just in sound but in that intangible way that civilization pressed against consciousness.Out here, there were no Script-wards humming with divine power. No corrupted subjects waiting to be purified. No Church officials studying me like a particularly interesting weapon. Just trees, sky, and the simple rhythm of horses' hooves against earth.The cabin appeared on the second evening, tucked into a clearing beside a stream that ran clear and cold from mountain sources. It was modest, two rooms, a stone fireplace, and windows that let in more light than the
Chapter 17: The Fishing Lesson
Morning came with the smell of pine and the sound of water rushing over stones.I woke to find Aldric already up, rummaging through the cabin's storage chest with the enthusiasm of someone on a mission. He pulled out two fishing rods that had seen better days, their lines tangled and their hooks rusted from years of neglect."Perfect," he declared, holding them up like trophies. "These are absolutely terrible, which means we're guaranteed to catch nothing. It's going to be wonderfully frustrating.""You're surprisingly excited about guaranteed failure.""That's because failure doesn't matter when there's no Script dictating the outcome." He tossed me one of the rods. "Out here, we can be incompetent without it meaning anything about our destinies. It's liberating."We spent the next hour attempting to untangle the lines, a task that should have taken ten minutes but stretched longer because neither of us really knew what we were doing. Aldric's fingers kept slipping on the thin cord,
Chapter 18: The Return
Our final day in the Whispering Woods passed too quickly, filled with more failed fishing, aimless wandering, and conversations about nothing important.Aldric taught me a card game his grandfather had loved, though neither of us could remember all the rules, so we made up new ones as we went. We cooked a meal that was almost inedible because I added salt when the recipe called for sugar, and Aldric retaliated by deliberately burning the vegetables. We argued about which kingdom had the best warriors, which turned into an argument about fighting styles, which somehow ended with us trying to fence using cooking spoons while laughing so hard we could barely stand.These were the moments his grandfather had talked about. The meaningless, Script free spaces where we got to just be ourselves without prophecy or destiny weighing down every action.But even in the midst of that lightness, I could feel time running out. Tomorrow we'd return to Ashenvale, to the Church and corruption and the s
Chapter 19: The Corruption's Heart
Dawn arrived cold and gray as I prepared for the journey to Millbrook. Aldric insisted on coming despite my protests, and Lord Silvermane surprisingly agreed. We rode out with Commander Thane's full team, the mood grim and professional.The corruption announced itself long before we reached the village. Reality felt wrong here, like the air had soured and light came from incorrect angles. Plants grew in twisted patterns, their leaves blackened and stems bent unnaturally. No birds sang, no insects buzzed, nothing living wanted to be near this wrongness.As we crested a hill, Millbrook came into view, and my breath caught. The village was dying. Buildings sagged like melting wax. Purple black clouds churned overhead, and even from half a mile away, I could hear people screaming."At least forty corrupted visible," Lyra reported. "Survivors barricaded in the church."Thane turned to me. "Go to the epicenter, the building where this started. Absorb the corruption at its source. Once the p