A Dark Mage's Nemesis-Raising Plan

Black-magic villain boss bottom × the protagonist top, a shameless old lecher who covets the villain

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Worton woke up one day to discover he'd transmigrated into his own comic! He'd become the original story's wicked black mage and final villain boss!

The only way he could return to the real world was to be killed by the protagonist. But the protagonist wouldn't grow strong enough to kill him for another twenty years...

Worton: You've got to be kidding me!

He decided to hurry things along by raising the protagonist into someone strong enough to kill him!

When he arrived, Oris was being cornered and threatened by other nobles in an alley.

Worton remembered that these cannon fodder characters would be lured into a wilderness training exercise by Oris, where they would be torn apart by beasts, dying without ever understanding what had happened.

With a protagonist this impressive, why worry about not dying soon?

Worton taught the nobles a lesson and easily took Oris on as his disciple.

To make Oris hate him, Worton was extremely strict. He made him fight enemies far above his level and brew highly destructive potions that could easily backfire. Surely Oris was risking his life every time. When Worton timed his rescue just right, the boy would be on his last breath.

Worton offered no comfort at all. He kept a cold expression and even spoke harshly, clearly a terrible teacher who did nothing but exploit his disciple.

"You idiot. Can't you use the item I gave you? You had to fight so brutally that you got blood all over me."

Oris: "I'm sorry, Teacher."

His tone was humble, but his eyes were fixed on the man beside him.

Under the wide cloak, his body was slender and thin. His pale face, rarely exposed to the sun, made him look even more like a frail boy.

Worton thought he could feel the other man's gaze burning into him, but when he turned his head, Oris looked perfectly calm.

Worton wished Oris would harbor some secret resentment. He accepted every weapon and potion Oris made for him and used them constantly, hoping there might be a trick hidden in them. Whenever his disciple brought him food, he wolfed it down, afraid there might be poison.

Still, he didn't die.

Looking at the little bit of soft flesh he'd put on around his belly, Worton decided things couldn't go on like this. He barged into his disciple's room and, without another word, chained him up.

Worton gave a sinister laugh. "I'm jealous of your talent, so I've decided to kill you."

"And I'm the one who killed your parents."

Oris looked perfectly calm. "Teacher, I'm an orphan."

Worton: "."

Worton couldn't keep up his villainous grin any longer, so he threw caution to the wind. "Shut up. From this moment on, I'm no longer your teacher!"

He'd been so cruel. The boy would definitely hate him now.

Oris watched him quietly, the corners of his mouth lifting. "That's wonderful."

He raised a hand, and the chains around him clattered loose.

Worton was still a little bewildered. He knew Oris was strong, but he hadn't realized the other man had become powerful enough to rival him.

With their teacher-disciple bond no longer holding him back, Oris had nothing to restrain him. His gaze darkened, and he went straight to...

Pinned beneath him, Worton realized what was happening and struggled in a panic. "Wait, I think we should stay teacher and disciple..."

He tried to run, but someone grabbed his ankle and slowly chained him to the bed.

Oris kissed the tip of Worton's foot reverently and smiled. "Too late, Teacher."

/This will be revised after the story starts.

Cover art: Yan Qin Liu Ming

Theme: Let's build a harmonious life between humans and monsters. But who are the monsters?