Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

Chapter 48 - 48 - I saved yet another life with my powers.

Chapter 48: Chapter 48 - I saved yet another life with my powers.

<Valeriana's POV>

"Hey, did you hear about the boy who got burned?" a girl whispered, her thoughts filled with skepticism. "Who told him to play the hero?"

"What? That's so sad," another girl murmured, her eyes reflecting genuine sorrow, though her inner thoughts betrayed her shallow judgment. "He did look handsome, though. Tch."

Listening to their thoughts left me disgusted by these people, who couldn't even align their thoughts with their words.

Hearing that he had been burned all over his body was truly shocking. He had earned those scars while saving a girl, a choice that didn't quite resonate with me.

But I suppose he would ignore people's harsh words, just as I had.

People often judged you unfit if you didn't conform to their standards. I hoped he wouldn't lose hope.

<Alora's POV>

"..." Upon receiving the news about Zeph getting burned, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pity, though it's not like I have any particular feelings for him.

But the way people react to a mere burn mark altering his appearance, it's rather naive, isn't it? They seem to believe that all attractive things are beautiful in inside too. Perhaps that's why they deserve to be ruled over; their thinking is as shallow as their class.

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"Hey, Rihena, have you heard about the boy with the golden eyes getting burned by dragon fire?" the first girl in the group asked.

"What? Is he okay?" Rihena inquired with concern.

"Yes, he's okay, but his face got badly damaged," the second girl explained.

"Oh, thank goodness he's safe," Rihena breathed a sigh of relief.

"What do you mean safe? His face... you're really strange," the third girl chimed in.

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<Zeph's POV>

I entered the classroom and, to my surprise, people were busy gossiping about me. It's quite baffling how they can find so much time for that.

And there's that guy in the corner, head planted on his desk, lamenting that his dreams never come true. He might just be the ultimate example of a terrible Regressor.

But I guess I atleast become popular.

I walked into the classroom, wearing a white mask to conceal my burn mark. Even though I pretended not to care, deep down, it felt incredibly strange.

I settled into my seat just before Thalia entered the classroom.

She looked at me and exclaimed,

"Hey, you! You left me alone in bed. What if I was tired? You could have just woken me up."

Sometimes, I couldn't help but get the feeling that she did it intentionally. I chose to remain silent and fixated my gaze outside the window. It's not like I'm some cool stud or anything; it's just that everyone's eyes seem to be on me, especially Kael, the main hero of the first volume.

I wondered if he was impressed by my heroism or if there was some other reason. Perhaps a hero with a justice "disease" was inexplicably drawn to another with the same affliction.

I gazed outside as the professor entered and seemed to pardon me for the day. Thoughts swirled in my mind, like, 'I've already come to this world, and it's really no different than anything I don't know'

'Should I just leave this mess?' I contemplated leaving the academy and escaping from this whole 'villain' thing, but in the end, this world would eventually be destroyed, leaving me with no choice but to protect myself.

'Why are there so many evil in this world' I pondered. Villains kept emerging, committing countless crimes. I didn't want to be a pawn on a chessboard.

I didn't even realize when the professor left the class, as I felt a hand suddenly grab mine. It belonged to a girl with silver hair that had a faint yellow hue. Thalia was left in shock.

At least, I found this situation intriguing. But my mind raced with questions. Why was Valeriana taking me out of the class without stopping?

<Valeriana's POV>

As I observed him gazing out of the window, I couldn't help but feel a surge of curiosity. His thoughts were like an open book, and I couldn't resist the urge to read them.

'What the hell,' I thought to myself, 'Did he lose himself just because he lost his appearance? Is he having suicidal thoughts?'

Unable to control my concern, I waited until the professor left the classroom. Without a second thought, I reached out and grabbed his hand, determined to bring him out of this dark place. After all, he didn't even realize how precious life could be.

I understood the struggle of dealing with people's sarcastic thoughts all too well, and it was no better than what he seemed to be going through.

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In the bustling hallway of the academy, two figures stood out from the crowd. A girl with champagne silver hair and a boy with golden eyes made their way towards the garden, seeking a more secluded spot away from the chatter of their fellow students.

Once they found a quieter place, Valeriana turned to Zeph with the same stoic expression she usually wore. "You should care more about your life, Zeph," she stated calmly, her words carrying a weight of concern while her face was devoid of emotions.

Zeph shifted uncomfortably, his hand absentmindedly touching his head as he felt a tinge of embarrassment. Inwardly, he thought, 'I usually only care about myself.'

"I mean, I was just trying to save Thalia," he stammered, trying to explain his actions. He felt somewhat exposed, knowing that Valeriana was delving into his motivations.

Valeriana nodded approvingly, her point made. "Good, that's what I wanted to understand," she replied. With that, she excused herself, leaving Zeph standing there in surprise.

"Huh?" Zeph muttered, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He couldn't quite grasp why Valeriana had brought him to this secluded spot if not to reprimand him further.

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Valeriana continued with her stoic demeanor, her pride manifesting in an unusual display as she declared, "As Aunt taught me, I did it—saved a life using my powers." Her expression remained unchanged, but there was a subtle air of accomplishment about her.

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<Zeph's POV>

"Fufu, isn't it funny that she brought you here without thinking of the consequences that will create a huge misunderstanding?" a voice echoed around me.

It seemed to materialize from a swirling red mist that filled the air, and a fragrant rose scent wafted towards me.

As the mist dissipated, a breathtakingly beautiful lady came into view, her appearance beyond anything I had ever imagined.

"Hello, Professor Deventhia," I greeted her, trying not to say too much.I knew that if I spoke too freely, my mind would go blank, and I'd become an open book in front of her.

"Hehe, no, you're not an open book, Zeph," she replied, her voice like a sweet melody that caused my heart to skip a beat.

Experiencing these characters from novels in reality was an entirely different level of excitement.

"Hmm, at least you're healthy enough to get excited," Professor Deventhia remarked, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Professor, are you reading all my thoughts?" I couldn't help but ask, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"What? Why would I? And to begin with, I don't have those powers like Valeriana," she replied with a hint of curiosity.

"Then how? Wait a minute, does Valeriana have such powers?" I pretended to act surprised, hoping to divert her attention. There was no way I would admit that even the Mouse God couldn't detect me.

"Your face is giving you away completely, young man," Professor Deventhia chuckled. "And don't act like you don't know about her powers. She shares everything about herself with me, including that thing about your mantra. She may be naive, but I am not." Her teasing smile only added to my intrigue, and my thoughts ran wild as I tried to process the situation.

'All this time, I was just playing here and there' I mused, feeling a pang of guilt.

'It's only been less than 5 months since I arrived in this world, so it's natural, right?'

'No!' I scolded myself inwardly.

'What should I do?'

"Young man, can't you stop making those different faces? It's amusing," Professor Deventhia chimed in, her voice so sweet that it could melt even the hardest heart.

I quickly composed myself and asked, "Then, how can I serve you, Professor?"

"Take care of her," she replied cryptically.

"I don't understand," I admitted, feeling a bit lost.

"She's alone, and she has an ability that isolates her in a dark corner, where she only sees people with two faces. You seem to have two faces too, but not the bad one, I guess," Professor Deventhia explained cryptically.

Her remark made me strangely happy, as if someone had finally understood something about me. But then, a troubling thought crossed my mind.

How did she know about the two faces? I had been careful, hadn't I?

and leave that alone she said she read my facial expressions but didn't I am wearing a mask to hide my face, so how could she read my Expressions?

"Professor... where has she gone!!? "

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"Quite amusing, isn't he?" a man with white hair and red ruby eyes remarked, watching our interaction with a sense of amusement.

"Indeed he is. So, are you really going to take him as your disciple? If not, then I can," Deventhia inquired, her curiosity evident.

The man chuckled heartily. "Hahaha, it's been many years since I've seen someone this determined. He's not bad, especially for saving that girl. True, his previous treatment of the maids was far from commendable, but he is undeniably interesting."

AUTHOR NOTE ::

I suppose the story is dull since no one is offering any comments. It's like throwing a party, but the only guest is a tumbleweed rolling by. Well, that's a bit hurtful for my writer's ego!