The Trillionaire Villain: I Shall Trample Every Protagonist

"Oliver! Forcing someone is not good. Emma simply does not love you! That so-called business marriage of yours is nothing more than shackles binding her freedom. Today, we are determined to break off this engagement!"

Following the voice, Oliver's gaze fell to the center of the room.

There stood a young man who spoke, wearing a cheap, patched-up t-shirt and jeans, standing tall with his chin slightly raised, his eyes revealing a rebellious arrogance.

In this luxurious office that symbolized wealth and power at every turn, his attire seemed completely out of place, but he appeared not to care at all, even stepping forward half a step in provocation.

Turning away from him, Oliver's gaze shifted to the woman standing beside him.

A beauty with a temperament as cold as frost, wearing a well-tailored, pure white professional suit that wrapped perfectly around her body's curves.

She too had an arrogant look on her face, as if looking down at Oliver, as if he was someone beneath her.

Noticing his gaze on her, she sneered disdainfully.

"Liam is right. Oliver, you're an arrogant, evil man. I don't love you at all. I want to be free, so I'm breaking up our engagement today!"

Those words made her stance self-evident.

Seeing this scene, memories flooded into Oliver's mind like a tide, and he remembered once again that this was indeed not Earth, but an urban fantasy world similar to Earth.

The world of a novel he had once read.

Indeed, Oliver was not a native of this world. He was a transmigrator who had transmigrated into this world two days ago as a rich second-generation.

Not only was he the eldest son of the Jones family, but secretly, he was also the sole heir of the Great Nightingale Family.

One was a top-tier noble family, and another was an absolute behemoth with its roots and branches covering the world.

Holding the inheritance rights to such a massive empire, he was a man of both wealth and power, in every sense of the word.

The cold beauty before him was his fiancée, Emma Wright, the current president of the Wright family, a moderately wealthy family with whom the Jones family had arranged a marriage since childhood.

As for the young man in cheap clothes spouting nonsense... his name was Liam Dust, one of the protagonists of this world.

Why was he one of the protagonists and not the only one? Because this was a world with multiple protagonists of different tropes. Such as the Divine Doctor descending the mountain, the son-in-law who turned out to be a secret billionaire, starting with seven marriage contracts… and many more.

And Oliver himself was the stepping stone, a villain in the storylines of a bunch of these protagonists, who would later team up to kill him and destroy the behemoth family backing him.

In the story, Oliver's end was extremely tragic.

Despised by the world, tortured for years, left with nothing, betrayed by his own father and brother, abandoned, and then dying in some ditch with even his bones eaten by stray dogs.

No matter how one looked at it, this was a terrible start for Oliver. Moreover, the plot had already begun, and the future was bleak.

It would be a lie to say he wasn't concerned for his future, but he wasn't afraid, nor was he as flustered as he was when he first transmigrated.

Of course, he was indeed angry and filled with rage, wanting to beat these two to death, but he still forcefully suppressed these emotions.

He couldn't be hasty.

So, ignoring these two as they were barking nonstop, he leaned back into the expensive sofa, crossed his long legs, and called in his heart.

'System.'

[Villain System is online.]

[Host: Oliver]

[Martial Arts Realm: Mortal Realm]

[Skills: Eye of Luck (Can detect target luck points, fatal weaknesses, and hidden opportunities.)]

[System functions currently available: Storage Space, System Lottery]

[System Points: 0]

After looking at the translucent blue screen that only he could see, Oliver lowered his eyes calmly.

Besides his powerful background, this Villain System, a world-defying cheat, was actually Oliver's biggest reliance and also what made him confident to deal with these protagonists.

With the Villain System, and a wealth that he couldn't even count on a calculator, Oliver was filled with ambition and full of revengeful intentions.

Being manipulated by luck, despised by these trash, betrayed, and killed, how could he swallow these things?

'Control. I cannot let my emotions cloud my judgment. A protagonist is not someone who can be killed easily.'

Warning himself in his heart, he calmed his heart down, moved his consciousness slightly, and silently activated the "Eye of Luck," scanning Liam in the center of the office once more.

In the blink of an eye, a virtual panel, visible only to him, emitting a dazzling golden light, immediately appeared above Liam's head.

[Protagonist: Liam Dust]

[Current luck points: 5000]

[Martial Arts Realm: External Force Realm]

(Martial Arts Realm: Mortal Realm → External Force Realm → Internal Force Realm → Transformation Realm...)

[Recent Opportunity: Not detected (Requires consuming system points)]

Looking at those five thousand luck points, shimmering with gold, almost blinded his eyes.

The plot had just begun, and Liam was the weakest protagonist, and even he had already reached the External Force Realm in such a short amount of time.

Truly, a protagonist could not be judged with common sense.

In fact, as the eldest son of the Jones family, the previous owner of this body naturally knew about the existence of Martial Arts Masters.

However, practicing martial arts was too hard, requiring relentless conditioning through the scorching heat of midsummer and the dead of winter, and he himself had mediocre aptitude, so he didn't have much interest in it.

Lacking ambition, he simply wanted to work on the family business and, after marrying a virtuous wife, live a content life.

But now that the previous owner was dead and Oliver had taken his place, he would naturally not live a mediocre life, especially after knowing the truth about this world and his own future.

He was a man with great ambition.

Even in his previous life, he had always dreamed of transmigrating into a world with superpowers. Now that he was finally here, he wanted to reach the top and see the world from the peak.

He wanted to live long, for as long as he wanted, even longer than the world itself, to travel the infinite cosmos and experience everything it had to offer.

'Mediocre aptitude or not, I will never neglect my training from now on.'

Oliver promised himself in his heart and looked at the dozen or so Jones Family bodyguards in black standing around.

These were the most loyal people in the Jones Family to him, and although they couldn't kill the protagonist, with guns in their hands, they were quite a deterrent.

Since Oliver already knew about today's event where Emma would come to break the engagement and humiliate him with the protagonist, he prepared these men at the fastest speed.

Knowing he couldn't kill the protagonist so easily, his goal was to earn System Points from today's events, and these bodyguards were there for his protection in case things went wrong and also to keep the protagonist in check.

Once he had System Points in hand, he could grow stronger himself and, in the meantime, also call some true strong people from the Nightingale Family.

Then he could start dealing with these protagonists one by one.

While Oliver was thinking, Emma looked at him while clutching her limited-edition Hermès handbag tightly.

She knew that bringing another man here today to break off the engagement was equivalent to rubbing the Jones family's face into the dirt.

However, why would Emma care about the Jones family's face? She had been spoiled since childhood and always had a rebellious personality.

She looked down on Oliver, who always relied on his dirty money and family for everything, and she didn't want to be tied to it.

She wanted to be free.

Ironically, the family and money she was calling dirty was the same family and money that made her who she was.

Eating Jones Family food, spending Jones Family money, having her company survive by only relying on the Jones Family, and still cursing the Jones Family.

She, who was nothing herself and whose entire existence was raised by the Jones family, this ungrateful wench, actually called it dirty.

Deluding herself into thinking that what she achieved was due to her own hard work, she took Oliver's care as him being a pushover and bootlicker for her.

One had to say she was really worthy of being a hypocritical heroine.

However, for some reason, today, looking at Oliver's indifferent eyes, Emma felt a strange sense of irritation and unease.

She took a deep breath, suppressed the emotions in her heart, and spoke in a stern tone.

"You listen to me, Oliver. Although Liam speaks directly, this is also my intention. I have already told you. If you don't listen to me, I will never speak to you again, even if you begged me."

Emma looked directly at Oliver, trying to threaten him as usual.