THIS PROTAGONIST WON’T FOLLOW THE PLOT PROPERLY!

CHAPTER SEVEN: AND THE OSCARS GOES TO!

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"Finally." Deus smirked.

[Kekekekekekeke! Watch my fanciful planning and be awed at my acting!]

Isabella, Deus' cousin who was as pretty as she was scary had left alongside her equally pretty yet scary friend Red to catch up with each other and chat.

'Those two are probably chatting it up somewhere, since according to the plot they're all friends and whatnot...'

And as of right now, Deus wanted nothing to do with them, before he ended up stumbling into more problems.

After all, all he had on his mind right now, was his mission.

-Act Like A Villain.

-Profess My Love For The Ice-cold Jade Beauty Of A Heroine.

-Get Face-slapped By The Protagonist.

-And Get System Credits.

Nothing more, and nothing less.

Now you might say, 'Why would someone do something so masochistic as that, when they could just enjoy life?'

System Credits, my friend. System Credits.

It was an almost omniscient system that held all sorts of abilities and items that could be bought if one had System Credits, not to mention the 1, 000, 000 System Credits cost for Deus to return to his home on Earth.

So he planned on keeping things nice and simple, the way he liked it, but there was one variable that he failed to take account for.

-And that was his fiance Anastasia Morozyvuralt not showing up at all.

[What the hell! Where is that bitch!? And why isn't she here!? Did she not show up, or what!?]

Deus wanted the plot to go as smoothly as possible in order to get enough points to get out of this world, so to Deus, the slightest inconvenience was a lethal sign of a troubling future ahead.

[This isn't how this plot is supposed to go... Shouldn't you be a true Heroine and show up so you can get drugged and then be saved!?]

'Fuck...' Deus thought. 'If she doesn't show up to my grand act, then how will I get divorced so I can enjoy my free Young Master life of babes in bikinis on my yacht!?'

[Damned Ice-bitch! Where are you when you're needed!? Did no one give you the script for today's chapter!? You oughta be fired!]

As Deus gritted his teeth till they almost shattered, one of his personal bodyguards appeared from the dark shadows of the nightclub right next to him.

It was Custos, the strongest and most loyal of his personal bodyguards.

"Custos, you're here." Deus said. "What about Anastasia? Did she respond to my invite?"

"Sorry Young Master, but the Morozyvuralt Family's Young Lady seems to be busy at work, and thus she refused." Custos shook his head apologetically. 

"In fact, she hasn't even stepped foot out of her office!"

[What the hell...? Damn Dog-water novel... What kinda shitty plot is this that it can't even start off right?]

"Tch! Whatever then, I'll just enjoy myself here then." Deus growled as he emptied his glass of wine. "Have the others on standby, okay?"

"Understood, sir." Custos bowed and stepped back into whatever dark corner of the club he appeared from.

[Very well, Diablo! This might not have been set up perfectly, but the show must go on!]

And with that, Deus made his way to an area around a certain table.

There was no one currently occupying it as Diablo was in the bathroom, and those two Young Masters from before decided to meet up at the entrance foyer before leaving.

And at that table cleaning up on her lonesome was a certain clumsy waitress working busily as ever.

'Sherry Faulun, huh? It's a pity you got caught up between this, but for these points, I'd do anything!' Deus thought. '---Well, almost anything, to be honest.'

[Hmmn, not outrageously beautiful like the other Heroines, but she is quite the cutie...]

'And with freckles plus her brown hair in a messy ponytail... Are all the women in this world so attractive, or what?'

Deus picked up his pace as he made his way toward Sherry, a 'sinister' plan in mind.

[Hohohoho! I like what I see! Sherry, right? If this girl were in an anime, she would be the Main Protagonist's cheery energetic childhood friend who's a little bit ditzy, but sweet regardless!]

[This is--- Wait, Deus. Wipe the drool off your chin, you got things to do!]

Although Deus wanted to strangle Diablo and himself for having to watch Diablo play the part of a handsome prince who's a dashing knight in shining armor, he held his jealous rage back within his heart in order to get those sweet-sweet points for his system.

After all, what he was about to do was the classical technique used by Villains on the streets, Yellow-Hair Doujin Bastards, Young Masters, Insurance Fraudsters, Gangsters, and all kinds of shitty people in fictionland.

[Here I go! I might not be able to deal with the Protagonist as I am now, but who says that I can't deal with some old waitress, huh?]

[Don't hate me, waitress! Hate the fact that you've come into contact with the Protagonist!]

And the name of that Secret Technique was;

[SPECIAL VILLAINOUS HARASSMENT TECHNIQUE METHOD #22: INJURY FAKING!]

At that very moment, Sherry who was carrying a tray of half-empty bottles of beer, and Deus who was carrying his ass and a head filled to the brim of audacity, 'accidentally' bumped into each other.

-bump-

And right there, and right then, the tray that Sherry was holding shook.

And Sherry, the ever-so-clumsy waitress stumbled and tripped.

But before the tray would fly into the air, and its contents spill out wetting Deus...

-swish!-

"You know, if I couldn't tell that you were genuinely this clumsy, I would've thought you were doing this on purpose."

The tray and its contents were perfectly caught as Diablo held Sherry in his arms once more.

"!!!"

"!!!"

"A-Again... Sorry about that, haha..." Sherry blushed a shameful red as she wanted to find a hole to crawl into as she looked into Diablo's cool, calm steel-grey eyes.

Diablo set her down on her two feet, and as soon as he did that... she nearly slipped again, almost piercing his foot with her heels.

"Seriously, what a troublesome girl." Diablo sighed. "You almost showered this dude next to you..."

Hearing Diablo's tired yet stern voice in her ears, Sherry blushed an even deeper red as she could only stutter out an apology.

'How did someone like her manage to get hired? This goes way beyond bad luck and clumsiness...' Diablo thought. 'Did she have some dirt on Red or something? Or does Red owe her a favor?'

Once is a coincidence, but two?

Now this girl's got some serious problems with luck.

'I wonder what her status looks like...'

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'What.'

'What the actual fuck am I looking at.' Diablo cursed in his mind.

'What crimes did she commit in her past life that her luck is so shitty in this one?'

'Did someone curse her at birth, or is her life one big continuous cosmic joke?'

But whilst Diablo was confused about Sherry's general existence, Deus was confused with his own problems too.

[What the hell? Why is Diablo here so early? Shouldn't you come out here much later after I tear her clothes off and slap her around a bit?]

[This makes almost zero sense! Anastasia, the waitress, and now Diablo? It seems like everyone is showing up whenever they feel like today, huh!? The entire plan will be screwed thanks to you fuckers!]

After getting her wits together (and her balance), Sherry bowed in apology towards Deus. "I'm really sorry about that sir! Are you okay?"

[Is this how tonight's gonna end? If so, then won't I get absolutely zero points!]

Deus racked his brain furiously as he tried to find a way to start a conflict in order to receive those points, as the more this happened, the more he worried the plot might further derail.

-ding!-

And at that moment, it was as if a lightbulb went off in his head.

[I'm a Young Master, aren't I? If there is no problem, then I can just make one!]

With regained vigor and a stronger will, Deus gave Sherry one of the coldest glares he could muster, and seeing how Sherry jolted back a bit, he could tell that it worked.

"Fine? Are you seriously asking if I'm fine!?" Veins threatened to burst forth from Deus' temple. "You almost soiled my designer suit and you're asking if I'm fine!?"

"Uhmm..." Sherry inched back slowly, reaching closer to Diablo as she could tell that the customer in front of her seemed a little volatile at the moment.

"You stupid bitch!" Deus grabbed a glass of wine and hurled it in Sherry's direction, and as it fell...

-shatter!-

At this moment, although the music in Valkyrie Bar was at an all-time high, those who were feasting, drinking, and toasting to each other on the first floor went dead silent save for a few whispers as they saw Deus' actions.

"Hold on, now..." Diablo said as he looked at his drenched suit. He had placed himself between the two of them for this very reason, as although he could've dodged it completely saving both him and Sherry, he decided to play along with Deus.

'Fine, if that's how you want to play, then by all means, go ahead; I'll play along with you!'

"I understand that you're angry that your suit almost got ruined..." Diablo spoke loud enough so that the crowd forming around them could hear him crystal clear. 

"But to get that angry that you'd toss glasses of wine at a waitress that just made a mistake... Aren't you being too much?"

-whisper, mumble, whisper-

"Hey, the guy's got a point, you know..."

"Is that what he's doing? Seriously..."

"It's not surprising when you know who this guy is..."

"Is he here to take out his frustrations on the waitress since his fiance gave him the cold shoulder...?'

Deus' face scrunched and contorted as he heard the ill words being spat at him, and it looked like he would get even more violent, but Diablo knew how he truly felt.

'This bastard is ecstatic about this. He's practically overjoyed at the number of points that's about to rush into his coffers.' Diablo thought with a frown on his face, but a smile on the inside.

'But how could I let you enjoy that, Deus?'

"Look, how about we let bygones be bygones, and just continue on with our lives, sounds good, right?" Diablo tried to amicable resolve the situation. "Although it's an accident, the only one drenched in wine at the end of the day is me, so shouldn't that be enough?"

"You!-" If Deus looked furious on the outside, then that was because he was also furious on the inside as well.

[Wha-? Let bygones be bygones? Are you sure that's your line to say!?]

[Once again, this isn't the plot I've studied, and this isn't part of the plan I laid out!]

[Let me see, you have the same arrogant disenterested gaze, the same womanizing attitude, and the same arrogant bearing...]

[Ah, that arrogant expression as if you are morally above it all. Yep. You truly ARE Diablo Axedeath Malvados!]

[So why do you want to solve this peacefully!?]

[Shouldn't you want me to kneel and give an apology after I slap myself ten times?]

As Diablo tried to pull Sherry away, Deus shouted at the top of his voice.

"Are you trying to leave now, without giving me any compensation!"

 "Compensation? From a waitress? Are you serious?" Diablo raised an eyebrow. He knew what Deus would say, and he would push-and-pull and bait him all the way. "And what could a waitress possibly have to give you as compensation?"

Hearing this, Deus glared at Diablo and Sherry.

[Got you now, Diablo! You can't stop this! This altercation will go on!]

"What do I want? Kekekeke..." Deus gave a dark perverted grin as he looked Sherry up and down, gaining a shocked expression from the waitress. "That's simple."

 "I'll let you off easy. Since I'm much noble than you poor peasants, then I guess I should display some understanding and compassion."

"So you'll let her go, then?" Diablo asked.

"No."

Deus then pointed at the waitress. "Leave the girl behind, and I'll let you go, since I'm not into men."

"Wha-!?" Sherry gasped in shock.

"What!?" Diablo yelled in 'righteous indignation'. "What kind of a compromise is that?!"

"Don't you want to end this peacefully? All you need to do is step aside, and let that bitch warm my bed for a night, and that's it!"

"You bastard..." Diablo growled.

-whisper, murmur, whisper-

The area around Diablo, Deus, and Sherry buzzed with discussion as they witnessed the Idiot Young Master Of Godlight's apparent 'villainy' out in the open.

"How disgusting..."

"He can't be serious..."

"How pitiful..."

Whispers around the three could be heard as the club-goers wondered just what the hell was wrong with Deus.

Though the club was often frequented by Young Masters and Misses not much better than Deus, they at the very least attempted to have a code of behavior befitting of their lofty status when they were in public, since they were as it was the trend to say 'nobility'.

So for Deus to try and proposition a waitress for the sin of almost staining his suit was highly unbecoming of someone from a wealthier higher-class family.

"W-What!? I can't do that!" Sherry vehemently refused, only for Deus to grin even harder.

[Kekekeke! I made sure not to ask for any credits, since making Diablo show off how rich he is would be too easy leading to lower points. so now you will need to try harder, Diablo!]

[Yes! At the rate this is going, it's only a few lines before a fight starts and those points become mine!]

Deus was grinning ear to ear at this development, but one could only wonder how he would react if he knew that Diablo was practically broke as of this moment...

"Well, what will you choose? Though, if I were you... I'd choose wisely, kekekeke!"

"That's enough!" A handsome Young Master from a moderately powerful family stood up as he couldn't bear to see this anymore.

'Great. Another fool that's going to get involved.' Diablo sighed. 'This Deus guy is really hamming it up at this point, isn't he?'

'But that isn't that bad, now is it? After Deus makes an example out of him, I could ally with this guy and use him as a launch pad for my Paradise City activities...'

"Deus Anhel-Godlight!"

The Young Master stood before Deus, yelling in his face. "Do you have no shame! You are already the embarrassment of the inner circle of Paradise City's elite! Now you're harassing waitresses!? How much more of a clown do you have to be until you're satisfied!?"

"Huh? Which dog is calling me now?" Deus sneered.

"I am Raya Mur-"

-slap!-

Before he could finish his sentence, Deus' hand shot forward and swiftly slapped the Young Master harshly, sending him flying into the wall.

"!!!"

"You... You dare slap me!?" The Young Master's handsome face was now slightly deformed on one side as he bellowed in anger. "Not even my father has slapped me before!"

'Is that a reference?' Both Deus and Diablo wondered.

Diablo wondered just how strong Deus seemed to be as he easily sent a man flying with a slap, so he peered into Deus' Status.

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'What a fucking system.' Diablo cursed. 'It's fucking him over big-time, and he doesn't even know it.'

'Besides, for silver rank, one should have stats close to the hundreds if not in it already... But the only thing that is high...'

'---Is his charm...'

Diablo felt a headache coming up as he thought about Deus' [Stats], as it was the epitome of an'unsolid foundation'.

'What kind of crippling over-specialization is this? Is he playing an MMMORPG?' Diablo scratched his head. '---It's almost like High-tier equipment on a low-level character...' The absurdity of it all was so great, that Diablo couldn't even feel jealous of it anymore.

Not overwhelmed, nor underwhelmed. Just whelmed.

However, Deus' snarls brought him back to reality.

"Since you want to be a hero so badly, how about I show you what happens to wannabe heroes around me!" Deus snarled.

"Get this idiot!"

After saying this, the bodyguards swiftly surrounded the Young Master and began to beat him up.

-thud!, thud!, thud!, thud!-

"H-Hey, what are you doing!? What are you--- Aaaaahh---!!!"

-thud!, thud!, thud!, thud!-

The crowd could only look on in shock as they saw another man being stomped on as he tried to go against Deus Anhel-Godlight, whilst he looked on with a mocking smirk on his face.

"Kekekeke! That's what you get for interrupting me!" Deus cackled maniacally as he turned to face Diablo and Sherry. "So, what do you think? I hope your answer is a good one."

Sherry paled as she looked at the man in front of her.

The question that currently ran through her mind was; What did she do to deserve this? 

After all, even when the club-goers were somewhat snooty and stuck-up, they always maintained a respectful distance so as to not embarrass themselves, but why was Deus behaving like this?

She had no intentions of surrendering her body to him, even if he was rich and the heir to a wealthy family, as she would prefer to do so to someone that she actually liked rather than someone like him.

-pat-

But all of a sudden, she felt a pat on her shoulder from a familiar face, taking her out of her sinking mood.

It was Diablo, the customer that saved her twice before, but wasn't this situation a bit too dangerous? She didn't want him to get hurt trying to help her.

But before she could tell him not to worry about her, she heard his voice loud and clear.

"Don't worry about this, I'll take care of this clown."

Hearing this, Deus broke into raucous laughter. "You've made the wrong choice."

[Yes! You've made the right choice!]

[This is it! 100, 000 points, here I come!]

Deus was so overjoyed he could jump and kiss Deus! But he won't though, as it didn't fit his aesthetic taste.

-snap-

Deus snapped his fingers once more as several bodyguards surrounded Sherry and Diablo.

"Hmmn, no matter how much you're lacking compared to my fiance, it would be bad manners for me to hit you too hard..." Deus smiled. "So try to survive!"

[And here is the finishing touch. What will you do now, Diablo? I've already set the stage, so there's no going back now...]

Deus smiled seeing the atmosphere he created.

Although those who were against Deus' behavior frowned or felt sympathy, they could do nothing but stand still.

After all, Deus was from the mainline branch of the Godlight Family and he was the heir.

So trying to go against him could destroy their families' entire businesses if not their livelihoods.

The Godlight Family was just too strong.

[But that's where you come in, Diablo!]

Once Diablo stepped in and put him in his place, it would cause a great scene, and Diablo would go on to become a big name, a hero who would save beauties from villains like him!

-Clout, Reputation, Connections!

It would all explode in Diablo's favor tonight!

And in return, he would get 100, 000 System Credits from this task!

Which meant that he only needed to act until he gained 900, 000 more SC for him to leave this dastardly dog-novel world.

[So, who's gonna stop me if not you?]

[Show me your grand heroic entrance, Diablo!]

"Get him! Break his legs, and bring me that girl!" Deus yelled.

And as one of the bodyguards neared Sherry-

-wham-

Diablo sent the man flying past Deus with a front kick that caved in the bodyguard's chest.

-crash!-

"!!!"

"What! He's strong!"

"How fast!"

"Young Master! It seems he's quite strong!"

"Strong? Hah! Who cares if he knows a little fighting? There are more of you than there are of him, so all of you just break his legs together!" Deus roared.

And as Deus smirked, he looked at Diablo, who was also smirking.

'Heh, Diablo. You can smile all you want, but you've fallen into my trap regardless.'

However, Diablo's smirk wasn't anything like what Deus' was thinking.

'Heh, Deus. You can smile all you want, but you've fallen into my trap regardless.'

But little did both know....

That things would go completely different than the two of their expectations.

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CHAPTER SEVEN: AND THE OSCARS GOES TO! (END)

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