Villain Hiring: Help! Author Wants Me Dead-Chapter 54: Intruder?

My lips pressed into a thin line, mind racing.

Williamloh knew something—something about my system, my world, that I had somehow overlooked.

But how? I created every piece of it and designed it the best I could, down to its very core functions.

Yet, as I stared at Noah’s image on the screen, at that writhing shadow laced through his existence like an invisible parasite, I knew… this was not my doing.

Forcing my shoulders to relax, I leaned back into my seat with an air of nonchalance I did not feel. "If you have something to say, Williamloh, say it. Don’t waste my time with games."

The so-called Contractor of Gods let out a soft chuckle, tilting his head as he observed me. "Bear," he mused, "you should know by now… in our line of work, there is no such thing as wasted time. Only missed opportunities."

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My fingers twitched, irritation flickering across my features.

"Then get to the point," I said flatly.

Williamloh regarded me for a moment longer before tapping the screen again. The image zoomed in—Noah’s body, his very soul, laid bare in a visualization only a god could comprehend.

The system’s threads wrapped around him, coding I had personally woven into the fabric of his world.

But just then—

I realised something crucial, something Williamloh had told me even before I had started working on my world.

"Bear, you can create worlds, scenarios, power systems, everything.

But what you can’t create is souls."

That was it.

Williamloh’s voice was smooth, almost amused. "Now you see it."

I did.

"You see, like I explained to you before, the people, these monsters; all of them.

No god can create them.

A soul can never be created.

It can only be reborn—"

"…fuck"

I realised that all this while I had been ignoring the most important variable in question.

Souls.

I couldn’t control them.

No.

Every single being that resides in a God’s world is nothing more than a being who has passed the cycle of reincarnation.

And that rule applied even to gods.

I could control an event, a situation.

I could manipulate the strings of fate.

But even as a Demi God, what I couldn’t do was control the soul of the person.

Nothing was absolute.

And the fact that there was another being in this world who knew about the line of fate?

I could never have guessed it?

At first, my suspicion went straight for the only additional I made in anger until now.

Which was the system.

But no, that couldn’t be it.

Systems were nothing more than automated tools designed for the god to manipulate the beings of a world, especially the main characters—

Then who could it be?

This wasn’t some minor alteration. This wasn’t a misplaced variable or a bug in my World.

No—this was an intrusion.

A direct override.

The line of fate—the very tool I had built to guide Noah’s path—had been tampered with.

By someone else.

I leaned forward, my voice dangerously calm. "Who."

Williamloh didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he swiped his hand through the air, dismissing the image entirely.

"Now, now," he said, voice light, "you and I both know that isn’t the real question here."

I clenched my jaw. "Don’t test me, Williamloh."

He chuckled. "Oh, but I must. After all, Bear, you’re standing at a crossroads."

His gaze sharpened, all amusement vanishing in an instant. "You can either dig deeper… or you can pretend you never saw this."

I scoffed. "Do you take me for a fool?"

His smile didn’t return.

"No. I take you for someone who understands the consequences of knowledge."

Something in my chest twisted.

Because I did understand.

If I knew who had done this—if I discovered the entity that had dared to reach into my world and alter my plans—then I couldn’t just sit back and let it be.

I would have to act.

I would have to fight.

And whoever—whatever—had the power to tamper with my world at this level…

It wasn’t weak.

Williamloh watched me, waiting.

Testing me.

I exhaled slowly, closing my eyes for a brief moment.

Then, when I opened them, my decision was made.

"Tell me everything."

A slow, satisfied smirk curled on Williamloh’s lips.

"Well then, Bearateme," he said smoothly.

"Let’s begin."

Williamloh didn’t move immediately. He simply sat down, his brown eyes locking onto mine.

The endless cosmos swirled around us, a silent audience to the conversation that would change everything.

Then, with an almost theatrical sigh, he leaned back in his chair.

"You truly are an impatient one," he mused.

I didn’t respond. My patience had already worn thin.

He chuckled at my silence and finally, finally, reached out. With a flick of his fingers, the space before us distorted, as a terribly serious expression marred his face.

"To tell you the truth, even I don’t know who—"

My jaw clenched harder, looking at how the vast expanse around us almost came to a glaring halt.

"Are you kidding me?"

The irritating smile appeared on William’s face once again.

"Chop Chop, that’s your new goal. Find out who is trying to tamper with your World Fate and deal with it.

If you can still achieve the ending you showed me in this fantasy world of yours.

I promise to bestow upon you the blessings of not a God, but instead… A Mythic God."

*Crack*

The handle of the wooden chair I’d been holding cracked, showcasing how much the proposal actually affected me.

A True God? Isn’t that someone who was known and worshipped not in one but many worlds?

Fuck yes!

I rejoiced.

Although the mission had become 10 times more difficult, the idea of becoming a Mythic God was enough for me to deal with anyone coming my way.

A dark glint passed through my eyes, I was no saint. I hadn’t become a demi god playing passives here.

It was time for me to buckle up.

Yes.

That was it.

A smirk tugged at my lips, excitement running through my veins at the thought of rising beyond the status of a mere god.

Mythic God—that was a title few in existence could claim.

And if Williamloh was offering it, that meant he saw something in me. Something worthy.

But I was no fool.

I pushed back my greed, controlling my expression as I slowly rose from my chair.

"Well," I drawled, brushing imaginary dust off my sleeves, "it seems you’ve said all you needed to say."

Williamloh chuckled. "Indeed, I have."

"Then, if you’ll excuse me," I said, already turning away.

My mind was practically racing, already calculating my next steps. Whoever had tampered with my world, whoever had the audacity to interfere with my line of fate—I would find them.

And I would ensure they regretted it.

But just as I reached the edge of William’s office, his voice stopped me.

"Oh, Bear."

Something in his tone sent an unnatural chill down my spine.

"Your world," he continued, his voice light yet unmistakably edged with amusement, "is attracting quite a bit of attention."

I froze.

The cosmos around us pulsed, the stars flickering for a brief moment as his words sank in.

Williamloh went on, entirely unfazed. "You see, it’s been centuries since a new world was created. You can imagine how… intrigued certain parties might be."

I turned my head slightly, just enough to meet his gaze from the corner of my eye. "Get to the point."

He grinned. "I hope you can make proper arrangements to ensure they only have access to view your world.

And, of course, should they wish to choose an apostle, I trust you can account for that as well."

A sharp, ringing silence filled the space between us.

My fingers twitched.

I clenched my jaw so hard it felt like my teeth would actually fall apart.

The implications of his words weren’t lost on me.

The gods—those arrogant, self-serving entities who lurked in the higher realms—wanted in.

They wanted to watch.

They wanted to play.

I could feel the weight of it settling over my shoulders. If I didn’t put restrictions in place, if I didn’t control the flow of their influence, my world wouldn’t be mine anymore.

It would become a battlefield, a spectacle for beings far beyond even my standing.

My breath was slow. Calculated.

I would not let that happen.

My hands relaxed, though the tension in my shoulders remained. Without turning back, I spoke, my voice cold and absolute.

"I want the contract related to my bestowal as a True God at my table by tonight."

A pause.

Then, softly, I added:

"On the clause that I can give you the end I promised."

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