[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-am-a-villain-so-what":3,"chapter-i-am-a-villain-so-what-i-am-a-villain-so-what-chapter-3":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I Am a Villain, So What?",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1506328,1956,"Chapter 3: Pitiful Stats","i-am-a-villain-so-what-chapter-3",3,"\u003Cp>So the \"gift\" that so-called God mentioned?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah. It was a system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not even a cool one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, I dared to hope — maybe I’d get legendary quests, growth missions, a fate-breaking cheat ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was bare-bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No quests.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No daily rewards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even awelcome bonusfor reincarnating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a plain status window that showed numbers and a tiny shop with nothing in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thanks, God. Truly divine support.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I opened the status screen again, praying I had read wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Name: Lucien Ashborne\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gender: Male\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Age: 16\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Race: Human\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Affiliation: Imperial Academy \u002F Ashborne House\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Personality Traits: Arrogant, Impulsive, Cruel, Entitled\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stats:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strength: 4\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agility: 3\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endurance: 3\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intelligence: 6\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mana: 4\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charm: 63\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Skills:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mana Control Lv. 1(Poor)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Horse Riding Lv. 3\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Basic Etiquette(Only useful at tea parties)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intimidation(Useless now that everyone hates me)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Points: 0\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>System Shop: [Currently Unavailable]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the hell is this... garbage?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no combat talent, no magic talent, and his stats were lower than the average commoner foot soldier. He is a cadet and doesn’t even have a single combat related skill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this idiot was running around the academy acting like a mafia boss?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...If I didn’t know the story, I’d bully myself too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he weren’t the only heir of the Ashborne family, he would’ve been kicked out long before I arrived. Even after causing such a ruckus, I was just exiled till I redeemed myself. Though I still don’t know what they meant my redemption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed and looked at my neatly packed clothes inside the bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then my gaze drifted around the room — luxurious items, expensive decorations, gold-trimmed furniture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had thought I could ignore all that junk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t have the privilege to leave anything behind anymore.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Money was now my lifeline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I began packing everything that looked valuable:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>jewellery, watches, decorative daggers, even that stupid golden lamp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time I was done, the room looked like it had been cleaned out by a professional thief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I checked the wall clock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>4 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dorm eviction deadline was 5 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I should get moving.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only did I need to report to the disciplinary office...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I also needed to find a place to sleep tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared one last time at the empty room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room that once belonged to a spoiled young master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now stripped clean and cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My new life started now —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>as a disgraced villain in a doomed world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...At least I’m not dead,\" I muttered, slinging the heavy bag over my shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I headed to the dormitory office, returned the key to the warden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t even look at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not one word. Not even disgust — just indifference.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, that felt worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I walked away, I once again heard whispers behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There goes the trash noble.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Finally, he’s out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He deserves worse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I ignored them. I had bigger problems now than bruised ego.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time I stepped off academy grounds, the sun was dipping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely one month into the semester...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I was alreadyhomeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bravo, Lucien. Bravo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, nobles always carry money, so I booked an inn and collapsed on the bed — didn’t even bother to unpack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow was going to be hell anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I woke up early, a luxury I didn’t have back home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe because fear is a great alarm clock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I checked out of the inn with my bag filled with my new life savings and stepped into the chilly morning air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn’t live in inns forever — way too expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I needed a place, which meant I needed money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I knew exactly where to start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The building I stopped at looked like it should have collapsed five years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A crooked signboard hung above:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Merle’s Pawn & Trade\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a place players always used in the game — a dirty but reliable shop where items were bought at fair prices... usually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, the air smelled like dust, old wood, and regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The counter was staffed by a hunched old man with a beard so long it was practically a scarf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick round spectacles magnified his eyes to owl-like proportions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His clothes were rough, patched more times than I could count.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his gaze was sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of sharp that sees numbers in everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a word, I approached the counter and dropped my bag with a thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I want to sell this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised a brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The bag?\" he asked dryly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No — the contents.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at me for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, slowly, the corners of his mouth lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re quite the direct one. I like that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the bag — and gasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gold items.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jewellery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stupid luxury watches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes sparkled brighter than the gems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well, well, well... Looks like this old man will need a loan to afford all this,\" he chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How much can you give me?\" I asked, not wasting time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh ho... also impatient? Very good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stroked his beard thoughtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Assessing everything properly will take time. Why don’t you have breakfast? Come back by noon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded and left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*****\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the street was a small restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sat at a corner table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waitress served my meal quickly — a plate of pale, chewy \"meat\" from some monster I didn’t know, mashed potatoes, and bread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>British cuisine would cry in solidarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This world’s cooking was... bleak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what else could I expect from a land that’s been at war for centuries?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I miss fast food. And cola. And pizza. And everything with flavour.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no better choice, I ordered toast, a sad-looking omelette, and a cup of bitter coffee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I lifted my fork to eat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The restaurant door opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A group of students in academy uniforms walked in — laughter and conversation filling the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My heart sank when I saw who it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bright, confident, talented — the Protagonist’s party.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heroes destined to save the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I, the disgraced villain, was sitting right in their path.\u003C\u002Fp>",1024,"2026-06-06T04:52:01.856Z",1,"novelbin.me","2b15856d9410aec70559bd6b3f2404e94007fa98137ca7664042554524e41fef","i-am-a-villain-so-what-chapter-4","i-am-a-villain-so-what-chapter-2",230,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-am-a-villain-so-what-cover.jpg"]