The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick

 

Viktor sat quietly in the study when he heard a knock on the door.

A gentle breeze passed by, and the study door opened automatically.

Henie stood at the doorway, cautiously walking into the study.

She approached Viktor with her head lowered, like a child who had done something wrong, not daring to face Viktor directly.

She could only occasionally raise her gaze to steal a glance at him.

Viktor's gaze freely examined Henie.

A black robe covered her body, also concealing Henie's succubus allure.

Who could have imagined that this usually unremarkable girl had such high specifications?

Henie should be the most well-endowed that Viktor had seen so far.

Viktor shook his head, moving his gaze away from Henie, and spoke:

"What's the matter?"

Henie, with her head lowered, reported to him in a faint voice:

"Some families want to cooperate with you."

"Cooperate?"

Viktor was a bit confused, not quite understanding what Henie was saying.

Seeing this, Henie explained:

"Last night, many nobles sent messages to your item shop, mostly wanting to discuss cooperation regarding the magic potions."

Viktor tapped his fingers on the desk. As expected, people had started to pay attention to this aspect?

Although the price of magic potions was very expensive, the effect was equally remarkable. Mages who truly needed them generally wouldn't lack money to purchase these powerful items.

Some people were planning to get a piece of the pie?

Viktor had always been unclear about the item shop's affairs because Lia was in charge of handling them.

As for Henie...

Viktor remembered that after she woke up, she kept telling Lia how embarrassed she was to be taken care of like this, saying she wanted to help out around the house.

Afterwards, Lia seemed to have taken Henie under her wing, letting her temporarily be her little assistant.

Originally, Henie's job at the academy was a teaching assistant, so she could also double as an assistant here.

It just so happened that yesterday, while he and Lia went to attend the banquet, Henie stayed at the item shop for a day.

But things weren't quite as Viktor had imagined. Henie continued:

"They want me to ask if you have more stock of your magic potions."

"Oh?"

Viktor was puzzled and gestured for Henie to continue:

"They said they hope you can let them purchase these magic potions in bulk. They will buy at a price 100 geos higher than the cost price."

"Then they will sell your magic potions in their family shops and other cities, sharing the profit at the original cost price with you at a 30-70 split, with 70% being yours."

Viktor pondered,

These families, wanting to do charity now?

Actually, after calculating the returns, these families weren't exactly being charitable.

Even if the profit was only 100, they would still make money.

But this didn't account for miscellaneous expenses like shop management and manual transportation.

For Viktor, who knew the truth, these people were just coming to give him money.

These people had somehow heard rumors that the actual cost of these magic potions was only 300 geos.

Viktor thought this might be information deliberately spread by Lia.

And the real cost? Just some fruit worth less than a few coins.

Even if Lia sold them at what they believed to be the cost price, and then set a standard price of 1000 geos for other shops to sell, the 700 profit gained would still be a huge sum.

And 70% of that 700 geos would go to Viktor.

Their bulk purchase price was even higher than the cost price.

They would earn even less.

It sounded good, but...

Viktor narrowed his eyes.

Having dealt with players a lot, Viktor always understood clearly.

When making deals, always approach with malicious intent to scrutinize the trader.

After all, you never know what traps might be behind the sweetness offered by the other party.

Indeed, some people might want to curry favor with Viktor, after all, he was now the princess's teacher, rising in rank and favor, even the second prince had to please him.

He was clearly at the peak of his career.

But...

If the deal content was as Henie said, after they get the goods, they only need to give Viktor 70% of the sales profit.

They could choose to hoard the goods without selling.

As long as they don't sell, they don't need to send money to Viktor.

So, these people could buy large quantities of magic potions that originally cost 1000 geos from Viktor at what they believe to be the cost price, but instead of selling, they hoard them or use them themselves.

This not only breaks the market price of the potions but also breaks the Clayvenna family's sales rules.

One person, two bottles per day.

Viktor wouldn't mind making more money, after all, he was very short on cash, but he wouldn't fall for such an obvious trap.

These old hands were just trying to take advantage of Henie's lack of understanding in these matters.

Viktor glanced at Henie.

The little succubus was indeed amazing in magical knowledge, but she was clearly clueless about these business matters.

"Put this matter on hold for now, we'll deal with it when Lia returns."

Let the professionals handle professional matters.

He believed that if these guys really intended to dig a pit for their family business,

Lia would definitely be able to tear a layer of skin off these nobles.

"As for you."

Viktor stood up and walked straight towards Henie. Henie thought she had done something wrong and hurriedly lowered her head, biting her lip, seeming almost unable to stand steady.

"Eep."

Viktor reached out a hand and patted Henie's head. Henie was stunned, a sense of happiness welling up in her heart, raising her head to look at Viktor in a daze.

Viktor's face was expressionless as he spoke flatly.

"Go work at the item shop later, you just need to focus on selling goods."

"Don't delay your progress in learning magic."

Henie nodded repeatedly, listening to Viktor's instructions made her feel incredibly happy.

A warm current once again rose from her heart, rushing to her head.

"I will definitely catch up to you, Professor! When that time comes, I will! I will..."

Towards the end, Henie seemed to think of something, her face turning bright red like a steam engine, unable to squeeze out another word.

No one knew what this shy succubus was thinking in her head.

Viktor withdrew his hand and walked towards the door, Vega flapping its wings to land on his shoulder.

Before leaving, Viktor said to Henie, who was still in a daze and blushing behind him.

"Remember to close the door."

Henie came back to her senses, but Viktor had already left the mansion.

She felt a bit gloomy and lost, but for the first time felt that her life had a goal.

Henie placed her palm on her chest, murmuring softly.

"I need to become more powerful!"

......

Viktor sat in the speeding carriage, passing over the dusty path, heading straight for a luxurious courtyard mansion—

The Delin Mansion.

Viktor got off the carriage, and the servants at the entrance of the mansion bowed slightly upon seeing Viktor:

"Mr. Viktor, please wait a moment, I'll inform Miss Gwen right away."

Since the Demon War affair had ended, Gwen had been at home on vacation these past few days, resting and recuperating.

Viktor nodded to them and continued to wait, leaning against the carriage.

Creak—

As the main door opened, a woman walked out.

Her purple long hair first caught Viktor's eyes, and as he looked at her face, Viktor frowned slightly.

The person who came out was not Gwen, but her sister.

Kevla.

"Yahoo~ If it isn't Viktor."

Kevla squinted her eyes and smiled lightly, raising one hand in a claw-like gesture and scratching at the air.

A very peculiar way of greeting.

At this moment, looking at Kevla who was greeting him so energetically, Viktor felt a sense of déjà vu.

After all, this character who had never appeared in the game before had survived.

If players were to really appear in the future, then how would Gwen's elder sister join the plot, and in what capacity?

Viktor wasn't sure, he hadn't considered these things before.

After all, his primary goal was still to 'survive'.

To survive, Viktor needed to become stronger, even stronger.

If he still couldn't avoid the death ending, then he would become even more powerful, powerful enough to...

Ignore everyone.

His momentary daze was mistaken by Kevla as ignoring her. Kevla blinked, her voice carrying a hint of annoyance.

"What? You're not happy that your sister-in-law came to greet you? You only want Gwen to come out and welcome you, right?"

Coming back to his senses, Viktor nodded, not giving Kevla any face at all.

"Yes."

Kevla: "..."

She shrugged her shoulders, feeling quite helpless.

Faced with this poker-faced brother-in-law, she really had nothing to say.

Forget it, don't get angry, after all, he did save her life.

Although she also paid for it.

But in Kevla's heart, life was always greater than money.

When she was near death, if it weren't for the priceless recovery potions Viktor brought, she might not be standing here talking to Viktor now.

Just this point alone was enough to improve her impression of Viktor.

Kevla let out a breath, calming her emotions, and folded her arms across her chest.

"So? What business do you have with little Gwen?"

"I'll tell you upfront, if you're not here to date her, then don't bother her, she's very busy."

Gwen, who was wiping sweat with a towel and carrying a knight's longsword, walked out looking puzzled.

"Sister? Who are you talking to... Viktor!?"

Viktor looked down at Kevla, his eyes carrying a hint of mocking ridicule.

"Is this what you call very busy?"

Kevla covered her face with one hand, not wanting to face Viktor.

At this moment, she absolutely didn't want to see her stupid sister who had just slapped her own face.

Gwen, who had arrived at the entrance, saw Viktor and her tone became somewhat displeased:

"Why are you here?"

Hearing her tone, Viktor cupped his chin, thinking about his previous actions, wondering if he had offended her somehow, but after much thought, he still couldn't understand.

So Viktor decided to get straight to the point.

He looked at the knight's silver sword in Gwen's hand, thought for a moment, and said in a tone very familiar to Gwen.

"...Want to practice?"