[Ding! Host chose to report the incident instead of retaliating violently. This unexpected deviation altered the plotline. Vilin Points +200.]
[Ding! Host’s Vilin Points have exceeded 500. System Store has now been unlocked.]
Just as Ms. Vaughn stormed out of the cssroom, Damien felt the system notifications hit.
Exactly as pnned.
He’d deliberately deviated from the stereotypical “revenge arc.” No street brawls. No retaliation beatdowns. Just clean, wful escation.
The result? A 200-point boost and a grin of satisfaction.
A new tab blinked into existence in his mental interface.
[System Store – Open]
But when he tapped into it, there were no fshy items or categorized upgrades—just a single, tempting option:
[Lucky Draw – 500 Vilin Points per spin]
“Wait, I’ve got 600 points. Can’t I just buy something directly?” Damien asked mentally.
[Response: The cheapest direct item costs 1000 Vilin Points. Currently, the host cks sufficient funds. Lucky Draw is recommended. One spin costs 500 points. High chance of valuable rewards… but there is a risk of receiving nothing.]
Of course. Gacha mechanics. Figures.
But still…
High risk. High reward.
Let’s roll.
The moment he confirmed the spin, a roulette wheel appeared in his mind, fshing with vibrant lights.
It spun wildly—
tick-tick-tick-tick—
Then slowly came to a stop.
[Ding! Congratutions, Host! You have hit the jackpot! You’ve received: “Peach Blossom Eyes” (Value: 1500 Vilin Points). Use now?]
Peach Blossom Eyes…?
He instantly understood.
In webnovel terms, it meant eyes that enchanted women at a subconscious level. No hypnosis. No sparkles. Just raw, dangerous allure.
Yes. Use it now.
The moment he confirmed, he pulled out his phone and snapped a quick selfie.
To the naked eye? He looked the same.
But when he gnced at his stats—
[Host: Damien Westbrook]
[Combat Power: 89]
[Charm: 268] (+70 increase)
[Vilin Aura: 129]
[Vilin Points: 100]
[Skills: None]
Definitely not cosmetic. It’s working on a deeper level.
Time to test it.
As the period continued, Damien stood up and approached the desk beside Aria Lane.
Her usual seatmate had stepped out briefly—perfect timing.
“Mind if I swap seats for a bit?” Damien asked. “Wanted to finish that discussion from earlier.”
Aria blinked, surprised. “Uh… sure.”
As he sat down, they resumed their talk on the advanced math problem.
But almost immediately, Damien noticed the difference.
Aria kept gncing at him—longer than necessary.
Her eyes would drift toward his, linger, then dart away as if caught doing something forbidden.
“Why are you staring like that?” Damien teased lightly. “Is there something on my face?”
“…No,” she murmured, caught off guard. “I was just thinking… your eyes are really nice.”
The words slipped out before she could stop them.
And then came the blush.
Bright red. Full-force. She looked down and away, flustered beyond recovery.
That innocent shyness… that soft panic… adorable.
[Ding! Aria Lane’s Favorability +10. Current Favorability: 20 (Very Friendly)]
[Ding! Ethan Bke’s Protagonist Aura -10. Host’s Vilin Aura +10.]
Peach Blossom Eyes is broken. I love it.
He pulled up his updated stats:
[Host: Damien Westbrook]
[Combat Power: 89]
[Charm: 268]
[Vilin Aura: 139]
[Vilin Points: 100]
[Skills: None]
The period ticked on.
No sign of Ethan or the others returning.
By the end of css, curiosity got the better of him.
Damien slipped out and headed down the hall toward the Student Affairs Office.
Even from several feet away, he could hear it—raised voices, heated accusations, Ms. Vaughn’s unmistakable fury ced with formality.
He stopped just short of the door.
Looks like things are finally heating up…
The hallway buzzed with tension.
Damien approached the Student Affairs Office, hands in his pockets, and casually leaned on the doorframe.
He didn’t speak.
Just observed.
The Vice Dean of Discipline, Mr. Yan, was mid-sentence, preparing to scold whoever dared loiter—
Until he saw Damien Westbrook.
The words died in his throat.
That’s right. Shut up.
This is the power of being a vilin.
In school, Damien wasn’t someone you crossed.
Top grades. Impeccable record. Heir to the Westbrook name.
Even the teachers who didn’t like him still showed him respect—except the ones secretly terrified of him.
Everyone gave him face… unless they were in the protagonist’s camp.
Inside the office, the situation was locked in deadlock.
Colt, Mick, and Reed had already admitted it.
They confronted Ethan Bke after school. Said they “didn’t like his attitude.” Tried to block his path. A fight broke out.
To Ms. Vaughn and Vice Dean Yan, both sides were technically guilty.
The three had started it.
But Ethan?
He hadn’t just fought back—he’d gone full MMA mode. Knocked them down and kept hitting. Spping, even, until their faces looked like horror movie props.
It wasn’t “self-defense” anymore. It was assault.
And that was Damien’s entire strategy.
He’d told the trio to escate—not with fists, but by invoking something far more dangerous:
Law enforcement.
If they pressed charges, Ethan was done.
The school didn’t want that.
Once the police got involved, it would become a legal issue—and that meant bad press, parent backsh, and administrative pressure.
Vice Dean Yan and Ms. Vaughn were scrambling to de-escate.
Eventually, Damien’s crew offered a compromise.
One sp each.
Three hits. Then we drop it.
But would the protagonist ever agree to something like that?
Of course not.
Stubbornness was part of the job description.
“I’m trying to help you here, and you’re still being difficult?” Yan growled, voice sharp with frustration. “If this goes to the police, you’ll have a criminal record. The school may have to expel you. That’s your future gone. You want that?”
“That’s too much!” Ms. Vaughn protested, stepping forward, eyes bzing. “You expel him and that’s it—his college track, gone. His life, ruined.”
Damien stood silently by the door, watching it all unfold.
So fierce a few minutes ago,
Now she’s fighting tooth and nail for her student...
No doubt about it—she’s one of the heroines.
He smirked to himself.
“Ms. Vaughn, I gave him a chance,” Yan snapped. “He refused. That’s on him.”
The Vice Dean was losing patience.
He’d already wasted an hour trying to talk sense into Ethan, but the guy refused to apologize or accept compromise.
Now? He was done pying nice.
And it wasn’t like Ms. Vaughn had any authority here.
She was young. New to the faculty. No political allies. No seniority.
Yan didn’t have to listen to her—and he knew it.
His stance served the school’s reputation, and the higher-ups would likely back him.
Damien stood in the doorway, trying to stay calm—but his mind was racing.
If Ethan gets expelled here, that’s it.
No more Aria. No more Ms. Vaughn.
No more plot.
His protagonist aura would colpse. And mine? Through the roof.
It would be a checkmate.
His entire narrative threat would be deleted from the board.
He’s finished.
Damien was already celebrating internally when—
He saw him.
An old man with white hair. Walking slowly. Calm face. Gentle eyes.
Approaching the office with quiet authority.
Damien’s smirk vanished.
His stomach sank.
Wait…
Is that the principal?
Yes.
The Principal of Silvercrest Academy. A man so rarely seen on campus that half the students didn’t even recognize him on sight.
He left most matters to the vice principals.
But now… here he was.
Walking directly toward the Student Affairs Office.
What the hell is he doing here?
This doesn’t make sense.
A cold chill slid down Damien’s spine.
Something’s wrong.
