THIS PROTAGONIST WON’T FOLLOW THE PLOT PROPERLY!

CHAPTER ONE: INSTANT ATTACK! THE YOUNG MASTER WASTES NO TIME, DOESN'T HE?

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Diablo Malvados.

I couldn’t help but to go over this name while I fiddled with my passport.

Despite it sounding like a kid's name for their edge-lord Original Character they would roleplay as, there's that cheesy part of me doesn't mind it one bit since it feels so sleek and smooth to me.

Now I don't know much Spanish, Italian, Portuguese, Latin, or any of those fancy languages with the weird words back in my world, but I'm pretty sure that Diablo and Malvados do not mean good things.

Something like 'Evil Devil'? I really don't know.

Well, I guess the author really wanted to set in stone just who was the real hero of this story, huh?

I couldn't help but sigh as I walked towards the personnel in charge of checking my passport.

What was the official language of this country anyway? It was something called Vhyrmin? Apparently, it's like a bastardized mixture of English, Spanish, and Latin.

So before my brain explodes trying to understand the deeper linguistics, I'll just move on for now.

-rustle-

Hmnn? What's this is my shirt pocket?

It was a note with a number written on it.

 

 

This... This was from the flight attendant, wasn't it?

Huh. Maybe my life in this world really is a power fantasy after all.

Not bad Diablo, not bad.

"Travel Documents, please."

A cool professional voice rang in my ears. Buttoned up to a T in a suit behind the glass window with a no-nonsense look in her eyes, it was easy to tell that this woman was in charge of checking our documents after the flight.

Ignoring questions in my head such as 'Wouldn't it be a pain to contact someone if their job is to be on the high skies all the time?', I pulled out what I needed to and moved to the front of the line.

"Right here."

"Thank you."

A terse silence followed as she checked my passport.

She looked over my passport and my face alternatively so many times, I thought for a second that maybe she believed me to be some kind of criminal carrying some suspicious things along with them.

But then again, I have nothing on me except documents for travel, my wallet, my phone, a picture. and the clothes on my back. so...

 

 

It's a real funny passport I tell ya'.

It seems that I didn't just get Isekai'd into the novel, but now it's also some Alternate Universe (AU) bullshit that the translator cooked up because he got tired of translating the Original Language's names.

'Homo-Superior'? I knew that Humanity evolved and gained superpowers, but to move the 'Sapien' and add 'Superior'...

Look man, I don't even know what's canon or not anymore. None of this shit was ever in the Original anyway.

The personnel checking my passport gave me a once-over glance with her eyes before smiling which made me almost thank God for the charm stat and Protagonist Halo.

Certainly she wouldn't find something suspicious with my extra-ordinary very much legal passport, wouldn't she?

"Visiting, are we?" She beamed a sunny smile that would've made me smile in return if it wasn't so fake.

"Settling down, actually." With a shrug, I kept up this small talk. "First I gotta find a place to stay, next a job, and after that who knows? Maybe I'll find a wife or two while am at it."

"Seems like you have big plans, Mr. Malvados." She said, handing me my possessions back before breaking into a large practiced smile as she spread her arms wide.

"With that being said... Welcome to Paradise City! The City of Dreams! As our slogan states; 'I hope ye find what ye seek within resplendent walls of Earth and Gold!'"

"Wow, I'm honored. That was quite a welcome, wasn't it?" I said, raising a lone exaggerated eyebrow.

No. I'm serious. What a welcome. That surely won't mean much in the future, right?

At first, I thought it was my Charm... But on second thought...

This woman is looking at me pretty strangely, to be honest, and it's not the 'I'm interested in you' kind of eyes.

Trust me, I know.

It's more of an 'I don't know you, but I recognize who you are from somewhere' kind of look.

But where on Earth do you know me from though?

Could it be...

Oh, I see. 

So that's how it is.

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Ten Minutes Later

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"New day, new me, baby~" I spoke to no one in particular.

The lady in charge of checking my Travel Documents was suspicious, but as they say; 'Life goes on', and since I had nothing else to do at The Paradise City Airport I decided to leave.

-My destination? Taxi.

-To go where? Well, a bar. 

I want to get a nice drink to celebrate my first day back, y'know.

Now you might say;

'Diablo, weren't you transmigrated into a mashup of Novel Worlds as the so-called Hero so that the True Protagonist could walk all over you?'

-Yes.

'And what about your Character Template? Don't you have to take revenge on many Young Masters for bullying you in the past? And also, shouldn't you go and look for one of the heroines who is also your non-blood-related sister?'

-Also yes.

'And isn't that Bar you're heading to the first meeting place where Diablo would receive his first 'faceslap' in the novel?

Well, when you put it that way, it does sound stupid...

-But, yes.

So why aren't you more stressed out about this?

Well, it's not that I'm not worried, it's just that there's nothing for me to do right now even if I were to worry myself sick about the upcoming events of canon.

And honestly, the fact that the Young Master hasn't already bombed the plane to at least slow me down, if not stop me from going against him is already telling enough for me.

It's telling me that this guy is taking his time.

To me it's like this, if I knew that some guy was gonna come and mess my life up and cause the death of him and his loved ones, then 'Protagonist Halo' be damned, I'm gonna make sure he doesn't even start his journey in one piece, much less end it on a grand line.

So even if he has some system to weaken the 'Protagonist Halo', and he's planning to let me be for a while to fatten the proverbial sheep before the slaughter, it just means to me that:

A, He's cocky and arrogant as hell, and unfortunately, for a good reason. See the system and cheats for example.

Or;

B, He's the passive loser type that will get bullied by black-bellied sadistic heroines, and they will do all the work whilst he sits back and cries that the plot is going off the rails.

And between you and me, I personally think that it's both A and B.

After all, if it's one thing that Ma and Pa in both worlds used to tell me; 'Never assume, always find out

'.

So until I get cold hard evidence, I refuse to believe that this young master is anything less than capable than I am.

"Dammit. Look at the crowd, if I stay here any longer it looks like I'll be sleeping here!" I cursed behind gritted teeth.

If I want to get to reserve a decent place to sleep at, I'll have to get going.

Squeezing past people packed like sardines in a can, I made my way out of the airport with nothing much on me as I twirl a picture between my fingers of a young Diablo and Aira Ecclair-Malvados; the person who should be the sister of the original Diablo Malvados.

Unlike Diablo with his black hair, grey eyes, and lightly tanned skin, Aira had short silver-white hair, blue eyes, and a pale skin complexion that would give a NEET Vampire a run for their money.

Surprisingly enough, though she was paler than an overcast sky because of her sickly physique back then, Aira was still ten times more approachable than the gloomy frowning Diablo.

Funny how things work out.

"Cute girl. Wonder what she looks like now." I sighed.

I shoved the picture back into my wallet as I stared at the mechanical sea of Taxis crowding the exits of Paradise City's Airport.

Huh? There's a lotta taxis out here.

Though the sky was slowly darkening thanks to the sun setting, I could still see the array of parked taxis waiting for work, and a large number of people crowded around each other holding out signs with names of associates, friends, and family on them.

I however, was a lone man on a lone journey, so unfortunately none of these signs would be held out for me.

"Excuse me, thank you kindly~"

With my strength, pushing them all out of this way would be an easy feat, but I wanted to show that I possessed at least a shred of decorum, so I settled for the 'Impatient Civilian With Somewhere Urgent To Go' behavior.

"Oh!"

"Hey!"

"Whoa, watch where ya' goin'! I'm walking 'ere!"

Now out, I was freed into the concrete jungle called Paradise City. But as soon as I walked what appeared to be ten feet from the exit, I got stopped by some scraggly Taxi Driver.

"H-Hey kid! L-L-Lookin' for a Taxi? T-T-This one's real cheap!"  With a meek voice with an even meeker appearance, the Taxi Driver blurted his lines out like it was going out of style, and he needed to say them quickly.

Frizzy, black hair and eyes, and a servile face that nearly makes you sick from looking at it. What a story this face tells.

"A real businessman we've got here, huh?" I said in a mirthful tone.

Maybe he was trying to catch the lone fish away from the bustling crowd method, or maybe he's got his own agenda, nevertheless, I decided to humor him.

"So, how cheap are we talking, Driver?"

"I-I-It's a deal and a steal! O-O-Only 20 credits!" The Driver stammered out.

I paused at that.

This stammer of his... It's a bit forced honestly.

Diablo, stop judging,

But that's not why I paused.

Why I paused was that it was only 20 Credits.

If it's calculated by distance, then that's 30 Credits short of the Taxi fare to travel around the City, much less from the Airport to the City.

Hell, there's meals at fast-food joints that cost more than that.

So what the hell is wrong with this guy?

Is he planning on making back his loss by selling my organs and leaving me to wake up in a tub filled with ice?

"W-W-Well, how about it?"

This... Is undoubtedly suspicious, but it isn't too bad.

"You got a deal, buddy." I shook the Driver's hand.

Clammy and sweaty, but a handshake between men is a handshake not to refuse all willy-nilly.

Let's have some faith in my fellow man, shall we?

"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Alright!"

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-clench-

Forget that, I wonder how long it will take before I finally get tired of his forced stammering and deck him in the face.

Don't get it twisted, it's only because this faker in front of me is doing the absolute most in order to pull off this stammer.

I might not be the best guy ever in terms of morality, but shoving my fist down the throat of a guy who genuinely has a stammer is something that I, and even the Original Diablo wouldn't stop so low to do.

Besides, even if he does something suspicious, I'll whoop his and his cohorts' asses before I make off with all of their earnings, so it cancels out anyways.

And after I helped myself in, the Driver sped off.

"S-So, w-where are ya' headin'?" The Driver asks, peeking at me via his front view mirror.

"Hmmnn..." I thought for a minute before making up my mind.

"Let's hit up the Valkyrie Bar, Driver."

The Driver seemed a bit surprised before he blurted out something along the lines of;

"Haha... A-Actually, I was going to suggest that too! T-There's lotsa' places around Paradise City that you should at least check out once in your life, and V-Valkyrie Bar, is definitely one of them! There's always a spectacle to be seen at Valkryie Bar!"

"Is that so?" I gave a perfunctory nod at his words. Something's up with this faker.

"Y-Yep! No doubt about it! I'm isn't gonna be like anything you've ever seen!"

I'm guessing that your employer wants me to go there, and I'm guessing that this person has everything but friendly intent towards me.

"Well, If you say so Driver, then I'm sure it won't." I said.

A spectacle never seen before? Oh, I'm sure about that too.

After all, Valkyrie Bar is where Diablo gets his first 'faceslap' after the Young Master hires some waitresses and security guards to frame him for molesting and assaulting the waitresses and girls at the bar.

So he's planning on playing this game proactively huh? Well, if he's nice enough to bring me here himself, and do all of this carpet rolling for me, then why should I refuse?

I've lived a dreadful life of few nice things in my past life, and it's a life that I would kill not to go back to.

So while I have the chance to enjoy myself to the fullest, I'll do just that.

So let's play.

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CHAPTER ONE: THE YOUNG MASTER WASTES NO TIME, DOESN'T HE? (END)

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