The Villain Is Too Popular

In the real world, Station 13.

Faced with Deikola's sudden reversal, many dimensional viewers were astonished.

'Good heavens, I originally thought Deikola was just an irrelevant minor character, but he was hiding so much?'

'Sure enough, none of the named characters in the anime are simple. Even I was fooled by this guy; I thought he was just arrogant.'

'Star Envoy Association? Why is Deikola's father so confident that the Star Envoy Association will intervene immediately as soon as Tendo and the others expose their Star Envoy identities? Could it be that he's allied with the Star Envoy Association?'

Although it was just a simple conversation, the dimensional viewers still gained a lot of crucial information from it.

If their guess was correct, then the first problem Tendo and the others would face would come from the family behind Deikola.

As the audience engaged in fierce discussions surrounding this speculation, the anime's scene, after a period of darkness, shifted to an office three days later.

This office belonged to Deikola's father, Bohard.

Three days later, Roan Technologies, a subsidiary of Tianhai Group.

President's Office.

"Fushan, you're late."

"Late?"

Facing Bohard, the president of Roan Technologies, who sat at the head of the office, Fushan, who was only 1.5 meters tall and had a full beard, nonchalantly walked to a sofa and sat down sprawled out, his attitude extremely arrogant.

He ignored the scrutinizing glances of those around him, slowly pulled out a nail clipper from his pocket, and leisurely started clipping his nails.

"Bohard, what 'late'? If you ask me, there was no need to start this meeting in the first place."

"Shadow Weaver Lina, Iron Coffin Claude, Plague Doctor Viser..."

As Fushan clipped his nails, his gaze swept over the other Dark Star Envoys in the room, rattling off their names and identities as if they were old acquaintances.

After naming them all, Fushan's gaze finally settled on Bohard, who was not far away.

"Just a bunch of brats who popped out of nowhere, and you actually called all of us here."

"Bohard, Bohard, I don't know if you're too timid, or if you just don't put this great master in your eyes, you know..."

Fushan raised his hand and brazenly blew the freshly clipped nail shavings towards Bohard's direction.

"...to deal with those brats, this great master Fushan alone is enough."

Whoosh—

Faced with Fushan's incredibly arrogant behavior, a bodyguard closest to Fushan immediately drew the pistol from his waist and pressed it against the back of Fushan's head, threatening, "Shorty, I know you're a Star Envoy, but at this distance, even a Star Envoy won't easily escape. So, apologize to Lord Bohard immediately, otherwise..."

Facing the bodyguard's threat, Fushan's pupils suddenly contracted into magma-like vertical slits, and he said calmly, "Otherwise what?"

Fushan turned his head, staring expressionlessly at the bodyguard eager to prove himself.

However, the bodyguard couldn't answer Fushan's question.

Because Fushan had, at some unknown point, suddenly gripped the hand holding the gun.

Instantly, a large amount of white smoke billowed from the skin on his wrist, revealing gruesome raw flesh underneath.

A large amount of magma began to pour from Fushan's palm.

As the scalding magma entered the bodyguard's wrist, his flesh quickly melted like a candle, revealing the stark white bones beneath.

"Ah—!"

Feeling the intense pain from his wrist, the bodyguard screamed and desperately tried to pull his hand back.

Unfortunately, Fushan's grip was like an iron vice. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull his hand away even an inch.

In just a moment, the bodyguard who had just been threatening Fushan turned into a charred corpse in a blaze of fire, collapsing to the ground.

Looking at the "artwork" he had just created, Fushan licked his parched lips.

"Seems like it wasn't much after all."

After speaking, Fushan turned to look at the others.

The remaining bodyguards in the room had already drawn their weapons and aimed them at Fushan by the sofa, their expressions grim.

Fushan, far from being afraid, smiled even more cruelly.

His small body suddenly erupted with terrifying heat waves.

The green plants in the office immediately withered and carbonized at a visible speed under the influence of these heat waves.

At this moment, Fushan was like a human volcano ready to erupt at any moment.

Incredibly violent, incredibly... dangerous.

Fortunately, at this critical moment of high tension, Bohard, sitting at the head of the table, finally spoke.

"Put your weapons down, all of you."

"Lord Bohard..."

"I told you to put your weapons down, didn't you hear me?"

Hearing Bohard's intensified tone, the bodyguards, though unwilling, obediently lowered their weapons.

Meanwhile, the other three Dark Star Envoys in the room maintained an attitude of indifference towards the commotion, each minding their own business.

Shadow Weaver Lina continued to playfully strum the human bone harp in her hands, not even raising her head, completely immersed in her musical world.

Iron Coffin Claude meticulously wiped the metal coffin by his feet, his movements so careful and his gaze so gentle, as if it weren't a coffin at all, but his beloved.

Plague Doctor Viser was squatting by the newly formed charred corpse, continually pulling out various colored syringes from his pocket, seemingly pondering which one would be best to inject into the body.

So, despite Fushan's utterly mad behavior, the remaining three Dark Star Envoys in the room also seemed far from normal, each with their own eccentricities.

Thankfully, despite their strange behavior, they were still relatively well-behaved at the moment, far less insane than Fushan. This allowed the atmosphere in the room to slowly calm down instead of escalating further.

Bohard glanced at the charred corpse on the office floor, then looked at Fushan not far away, frowning, "Fushan, I called all of you here today for a reason. I know you, who are invincible among those below Rank Two, don't pay any mind to ordinary Rank One Star Envoys. But what if the opponent is like you, about to reach Rank Two?"

Upon hearing this, Fushan was momentarily stunned, then his expression instantly became excited, clearly showing interest.

Seeing this, Bohard immediately waved his hand.

Though terrified of Fushan at the moment, the female secretary trembling placed a prepared tablet on the table in front of Fushan, then quickly retreated back to Bohard's side.

Fushan picked up the tablet from the table and curiously examined it.

A moment later, Fushan burst into loud laughter and, in intense exhilaration, uncontrollably crushed the tablet in his hand.

"Interesting, this is too interesting!"

"A prodigy, only twelve years old, yet already possessing over eight hundred points of star energy."

"Bohard, this time... you've really found me a very nice toy!"

Looking at the excited Fushan, Bohard nodded, "A genius Star Envoy, only twelve years old, but already close to reaching Rank Two."

"Fushan, knowing this information, do you still question my reason for calling you all here today?"

"You should know that a genius like Tendo would certainly not be some grassroots individual with no background."

"I don't know his origins, but after several contacts my son had, I found that besides the transfer student named Tendo Simei, the remaining three transfer students are also Rank One Star Envoys."

"To be able to dispatch so many young genius Star Envoys at once, the organization behind them... must be incredibly powerful."

"Fushan, be careful. They... are not easy to deal with."

Bohard originally thought that after saying this, Fushan would adopt a more serious attitude and take Tendo and the others seriously.

But he still underestimated Fushan's arrogance and his almost pathological dark humor.

Fushan tossed away the crushed tablet and unhesitatingly walked towards the door.

"Interesting, this is getting more and more interesting."

"A group of young genius Star Envoys, eh? You know what this great master Fushan likes to do most? It's watching these self-important geniuses kneel before me, begging for mercy in their pathetic states."

"Bohard, don't worry about me. Something so interesting, how could I let anyone else do it?"

"Let me go meet this Tendo Simei first and see what he's truly capable of."

"I hope he can last a little longer and not get killed by me immediately..."

With that, Fushan forcefully kicked open the office door.

Just as he was about to exit, he suddenly noticed Lina, with her alluring figure, leaning by the door, playing with her human bone harp.

Fushan's gaze greedily swept over Lina, then, unusually, he actively extended an invitation to her.

"Lina, do you want to come with me and listen to the screams of those geniuses?"

"You know, the despairing cries of a genius are far more pleasant than your harp..."

"Trust me, you'll quickly fall in love with that sound."

Lina, however, showed no interest and instead let out a bored yawn.

Then, she put down her adjusted human bone harp and said flatly, "Fushan, be careful not to overplay your hand. After all, the blood of geniuses... is usually very hot."

"Overplay my hand?"

Fushan laughed as if he had heard a joke, then, with immense confidence, he said, "Don't worry, below Rank Two, this great master Fushan... is invincible!"

With that, Fushan completely exited the office and disappeared down the hallway.

Not long after he left, Lina unexpectedly asked Bohard, who was not far away, "Are you sure you want to let that fool make a move so early?"

"You know, the Trilland joint camp is in a few days. If that old man Dorian gets alerted too soon, he might immediately take his precious daughter out of school and temporarily hide her somewhere for protection."

To this question, Bohard gave a deep answer.

"Don't worry, Dorian won't do that."

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because he and we both know that when both sides are aware of each other's intentions, the key to victory... lies in the trump cards each holds."

"I don't know what trump cards Dorian has, and he doesn't know what trump cards I have. Since Fushan wants to stir things up, let him go."

"It's a good opportunity for me to see what that old man Dorian is hiding."

"And once he can't show enough toughness, we won't even need Isabella; we can immediately drive him from power."

"After all, in this world of star source, wealth... is merely the cheapest form of power."

Hearing this, Lina pondered for a moment, then began plucking her human bone harp again.

Because she had already understood Bohard's meaning.

And she understood why he had instigated Fushan to make a move today.

Because he wanted to see what kind of trump cards, named 'Star Envoys,' Dorian held in his hand.