DOOMED TO BE A VILLAIN

"It has come to my attention that there must be some kind of new weed in town, and you all must be smoking some of it…"

"... Because otherwise, I can't understand what gave you all the audacity to turn my company into your personal playground…" Davies began, his voice icy, and his cold aura spilling out and bearing down on everybody in the room, even Jessica.

"To actually push around someone I personally appointed and turn the office into some sort of political game,"

"Y'all must be high,"

"Like really high,"

"Like looking down on me kind of high," Davies continued to speak, his tone light-hearted, but nobody dared to even believe that he was having the slightest positive feelings towards them.

And to be factual… they were right.

While Davies wasn't exactly "angry", he was annoyed.

He had bigger fish to fry and more important things to do than having to solve kid fights between weaklings who only ran about trying to gain benefits through any means.

He was above getting angry at normal humans, not to mention that the company wasn't all that important to him.

He had created it to serve a purpose and he'd rather not have idiots running around and destroying over twelve years of his hard work just because of mundane things.

Another thing he could not stand was their annoying habit of running wild on his property without thinking of the consequence.

As he was wondering the most efficient way to deal with this issue so he could get to do more important things with his time, his eyes fell upon the empty chair at the head of the table.

It was a chair meant for the person with the highest position in the company, which was him, the founder of Imperium Technologies.

It was equivalent to something like a throne for him, even though he had never actually sat on it because he was never around to sit on it.

But… why did the chair have traces of having been sat in… and not just once, but countless times?

At this point, the line of thread that was keeping Davies from not really caring about the situation all that much snapped, and his aura that was already bearing down heavily on the people in the room became even heavier and ice began to form on objects as the temperature in the room delved onto a new low.

Davies didn't care about the chair, but the fact that they could undermine his authority this much was not something that he would wave away.

This was one of his territories!

Here, he was king!

And he'd be damned before he let his useless subjects undermine him like this.

"You really take me as nothing huh?" his voice came out as a low growl, sounding like a whisper of death as he lost control of his murderous aura, filling the room with a suffocating aura of death.

Davies's murderous aura was not something that normal humans like his employees could cope with.

Killing intent was released when a person desires to kill another person and the amount released is influenced by how much you want said person to die; how much hate you had for the person and such. Assassins learn to control it and hide it from others, so they can kill without their targets noticing.

While on the other hand, Murderous aura is an accumulation of the intent after killing a living being. It grows depending on how many living beings one has killed and for a person like Davies, whose murderous aura was so strong it could be mistaken for an archdemon's presence, they were lucky that only a little of his murderous aura was being released right now, but even that little amount was enough to cause them to grasp their necks tightly and struggle for breath as different visions of their deaths began to fill their minds.

Davies's emerald-green eyes now had a tinge of red in them as he looked at everyone in the room apathetically,

'Should I just kill them all?' this murderous thought crossed his mind.

[No!!!] Miya's voice echoed inside his head.

[You can't just kill people and expect there to be no repercussions]

[Especially since you're a Mega and they're just normal humans] She continued to give him reasons to not commit genocide, trying to be the voice of reason.

'Nobody would know,' Davies replied, not really feeling inclined to let them keep their heads.

[How wouldn't they know?] Miya protested against his argument.

[Even if you hide any traces of your involvement in their murder, or disappearance…]

[Other people know that they came to a meeting you called before they disappeared] She continued to be the voice of reason and reminded him of the long-term repercussions of his intentions.

[... Unless you plan to kill everyone in the company]

'... That's… not a bad idea,' he responded, the murderous glint in his eyes shining brighter by the second.

[Get a hold of yourself!] Miya almost screamed in exasperation.

[I know you don't care much for things like your reputation, but going through with something like that will pretty much be erasing everything you've built and putting you in a very unfavorable position to be able to achieve any of your goals] She continued, still trying to convince him.

'... Tch, alright,' the murderous glint in his eyes began to dim and he reigned in his murderous aura, giving respite to the employees.

He kicked the empty chair into the glass wall of the building, sent it flying out from the 135th floor to God knows where, and employed his ice into conjuring an ice throne three steps higher than the other chairs in the office.

He then walked slowly to the ice throne, sat on it slowly and rested his head on his fist, and looked condescendingly at the Executive officials and Managing officials gasping for breath while all laying around in extremely miserable states,

"Now…"

"... What am I going to do with you fools," he spoke softly, but his voice sounded like an imperial decree that could send them to hell at any moment with leisure.

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