Somewhere in the middle of nowhere…

A sleek red-colored Lykan SuperSport supercar with elegant gold and black designs was parked in the middle of shrubbery and other such objects that very much indicated that this place wasn't a road where such a car should be tearing up and burning up rubbers as it ran wild.

All in all, this was a very weird place for such a car to be and an even weirder place for someone to think of parking a car, but the person who had parked the car there currently didn't have such thoughts as the decision was a spur of the moment kind of decision, and after what had happened, after the car had stopped, neither of the people who were in the car at that moment had the luxury to think about how terrible of a parking spot this place was, but even if they did remember to think about it, they wouldn't feel that it was a bad parking spot and would instead feel quite relieved instead.

Inside the car, there was only one participant of the 'strafe' that had occurred just hours earlier, left inside of the car. The early morning sun glinted and shone brightly on his face through the windscreen and though most of it was blocked out by the shaded color of the windscreen, it had still done its job of disturbing the rest of the only inhabitant inside the car.

As expected, as the sun rose, so did the eyelids of the white-haired inhabitant of the car, and after a few seconds of fighting with the enemy known as drowsiness, his eyelids finally rose up to the point where he could be classified as barely awake.

"Urrrggghhhh," he groaned as he brought his right hand to his head which was aching strongly for some strange reason.

As his eyes opened enough for him to see his surroundings and his immediate view was of the dashboard of the car which was devoid of any fancy lights or motions since the engine of the car was off, but its beauty was still clear to see.

Unfortunately, its beauty was enough to stun Davies into suddenly activating his mana and forming an ice shard in caution as he had just woken up and did not yet recognize that he was inside his own car, but what he did know was that this wasn't his room and this was what had elicited such a sharp reaction.

Unlike he had been half expecting, he wasn't attacked by any suspicious person and slowly his brain woke up as well and he suddenly looked at the ice shard in his hand that he had managed to create without feeling any discomfort or lack of control over his mana.

"My mana control…" he muttered, and with that, he began to remember everything that had happened to him yesterday prior to him falling into the embrace of the goddess known as sleep.

He had gone to the banquet of the family head of the Lecroy family to try to interrupt and set up plans to steal the fated protagonist, Lee Jung's opportunity. His mission to do so had been going well until he had grown a bit bored of the party and decided to leave as it didn't seem like anything explosive was going to happen… oh how wrong he was.

Something explosive did happen and it came in the form of two poison darts that impaled themselves well into his body and released their poisonous contents into his body and they had in turn exploded his control of his mana putting him in a dangerous state where any wrong step could mean his demise to his own mana.

In an explosive rage and also with regards to terminating the threat that had shot him before he had any extra time to shoot more things into him, he had wildly used his mana, successfully demolished the threat, had a bit of a conversation with the fated protagonist who was the inadvertent cause of the whole fiasco, found out a bit more about the stupidity of the so-called protagonist and also gotten a piece of valuable information and then had finally escaped the location before anyone else could see him in such a weakened state.

After that, they had left the Lecroy estate in fast and furious… flying style, after which he had discussed with Melinda about finding a way to deal with the poison and then…

"Fuck…" he sighed as he finally remembered everything that had happened the night before… including the steamy night he had shared with Melinda before everything went black and he had woken up alone.

"Fuuuucccckkk…" he sighed even deeper as he let himself fall back into the chair that had been drawn back and pressed into a resting position.

As he fell back, his eyes picked up a white piece of paper that had been folded and put onto the dashboard. It was most probably carrying some sort of message from Melinda to him, seeing as she was no longer here and neither were her effects(clothes), but he ignored it for now as his mind was still too scattered to deal with that already.

He had survived yesterday's poison without having to use Reversion due to Melinda's idea of them using her method of dual cultivation to transfer her fire elemental mana into his body to suppress his ice elemental mana as she was strong enough… but just barely.

Due to the sheer amount of Davies's mana, she had to continue supplying him with her mana to constantly suppress his mana from going bonkers and attacking his body any more than it had already done, which mainly meant that they had to continue… fu**ing for more than five hours.

Not that Davies hated the sex or that he detested the idea of sleeping with Melinda… rather he had quite enjoyed her taste, how she had moved, her sweaty breaths, her expressions, the way she had touched him all over, her… okay, we're getting a little off topic here.

The point was, he had enjoyed it, but the whole situation was way too strange according to the normal occurrences in any such situation that involved a villain and a heroine. 

Things weren't supposed to happen this way. 

It was way too coincidental for Melinda to have a way to save him and even worse was her willingness to sacrifice her purity to someone (that wasn't the protagonist) who she had just met that same day.

It was too strange, it reminded him of a protagonist's plot armor where things are forced to fall in place so that it can be advantageous to the protagonist, or when the protagonist was facing a threat that could potentially reap away his life, and then some stupid coincidence just happened and somehow resulted in the protagonist surviving.

'A villain wasn't supposed to have plot armor, right?' he wanted to ask because such a situation was far from the norm, but since it was happening to him right now, he needed to find out about the whole situation ASAP to see if the situation was advantageous, or disadvantageous for him.

He needed answers, and answers he got,

[I think I've always told you that my job is to answer anything pertaining to the system or about your current life's mission in general, right?]

[After all, it's my damn job] Miya's voice came at him from inside the depths of his mind.

'Oh… well, I didn't think you'd know anything about this as it hasn't exactly happened before,' Davies answered honestly as he really hadn't even had the slightest thought to ask Miya since he hadn't expected her to know anything about the current situation.

[Well, you thought wrong!] Miya replied immediately, surprising Davies.

'...Oh…'

'In that case, can you explain what exactly is going on?' he decided to ask, his mind plagued with unease at the sudden and unexpected situation.

[Well, apparently, it's a new system function] Miya began to answer but,

'What do you mean it's a new system function?'

'What does this even have to do with the system?'

'Could it be that the system can control the threads of fate as well? Davies immediately barraged her with questions as he still didn't understand what was going on.

[Hold your horses!]

[How do you expect me to answer all your questions when you barraged me with them so suddenly] Miya had to interrupt before Davies asked any more questions.

'Oh, sorry,'

'Tell me what you know, then I'd decide if I want to ask questions,' he held back for now as he wanted to hear what she had to say, but he wasn't done with his questions.

[...] he could almost imagine Miya staring at him with a blank but annoyed look on her face as she stared at him with exasperation, but she still decided to speak anyway.

[Well, yesterday I suddenly received an influx of memories that had to do with the new function of the system] she began her explanation.