Became the Patron of Villains Chapter 2

A full three months had passed since Alon saved Yutia Bludia, the girl destined to become a genocidal engine of destruction in a decade. Throughout that time, Alon lived his life with meticulous care and finally succeeded in pinpointing the location of the second Sin requiring his intervention.

One month later.

“Following your orders, I liberated the child from the underground slave trade and relocated them to the orphanage Yutia oversees.”

While busy in his private study, Alon received the official briefing from Evan.

“You ensured they were treated with the respect I demanded?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Were there any altercations?”

“None at all.”

Having grown used to Evan’s reporting style over the last six months, Alon gave a satisfied nod. However, Evan seemed to hesitate, lingering as if he had more to say.

“…Sir, may I pose a question?”

“Go ahead.”

“Why did you send a child you searched so desperately for straight to an orphanage…? It is difficult to say, but the youth you saved this time possesses truly frightening potential.”

Alon caught Evan’s drift immediately and offered a thoughtful nod.

The individual Alon had just plucked from the illegal markets of the Kalian Kingdom—the heart of the allied nations—was Deus.

Deus Macallian.

In ten years, he would rise as the “Sin of Sloth,” one of the Five Great Sins and a primary boss in the world of Psychedelia. Much like the Sin of Wrath, his emergence would result in the total annihilation of several allied territories, the Kingdom of Asteria included.

His methods of destruction were notoriously gruesome.

Back when he was just a player, Alon had winced at the graphic depictions of Deus’s path of carnage. In the Psychedelia fan forums, even reading descriptions of Sloth’s actions was enough to trigger a visceral, physical revulsion in the community.

Alon recalled why he had insisted Evan treat Deus with such kindness. Seeing that the knight was still awaiting an explanation, Alon provided a simple pretext.

“My reasoning is the same as before. The right moment has not yet arrived.”

“The right moment, I see.”

As Evan contemplated the answer, Alon kept his true thoughts to himself.

In a perfect world, Alon would have preferred a subordinate who followed commands blindly without interrogation. However, he didn’t have the luxury of choice—or rather, he had already committed to Evan half a year prior.

In the game Psychedelia, Evan wasn’t the lead, but he functioned as a recurring supporting character across various story paths.

He was a premier ally who, once his loyalty was earned, would remain steadfast until the bitter end. In a fantasy realm where betrayal was as common as bread, Alon valued a man who wouldn't stab him in the back above all else. Finding Evan while traveling through the territory had been a stroke of luck, and Alon had hired him as a knight on the spot.

“…I understand, Young Master.”

While Alon was preoccupied with his thoughts, Evan nodded as if he had reached a profound realization and asked once more.

“Then, when do you intend to visit those you have sponsored?”

“I have no immediate plans to do so.”

“…Wouldn’t a single face-to-face meeting be more effective?”

“Hmm.”

Alon wasn't oblivious.

Logically, cultivating a personal bond with the future Five Great Sins would be the most effective way to secure their loyalty. Direct interaction was usually the best path to rapport.

The reason he kept his distance, acting only as a mysterious benefactor, was due to their fundamental nature—specifically, their psychological instability.

According to the lore, the temperaments of the Five Great Sins were atrocious long before they claimed their titles.

One only had to watch the tragic, twisted flashback sequences that triggered after defeating these bosses in Psychedelia to understand the depth of their depravity.

Their personalities were so warped that even the lords of hell would have applauded their cruelty.

Alon paused briefly before speaking again.

Ultimately, the fact that the Five Great Sins were destined to be fundamentally broken people made him wary of getting too close too soon.

“…Perhaps in five years.”

By that point, Evan would have gathered enough observations for Alon to gauge their temperaments safely.

Just as Alon gave this vague timeline, the study door was thrown open without warning.

“Well, well! Look who we have here, Alon!”

Recognizing the grating voice immediately, Alon’s brow furrowed as he let out a weary sigh.

He knew exactly who had just barged in.

“What is my uneducated little brother doing in here, I wonder?”

Alon turned to see a man approaching with a predatory smirk.

“Shouldn't you greet your older brother when he speaks?”

This was Tonio, the second son of the Count Palatio. He was notorious as one of the family’s resident thugs. With a sneer that radiated malice, he reached out and heavily rested his arm on Alon’s head while Alon remained seated.

It was a move designed purely to humiliate.

“I was merely searching for something in the archives.”

Despite Tonio leaning his weight on his head and causing genuine discomfort, Alon remained composed, keeping his emotions hidden.

This harassment was a routine occurrence from both the eldest and second sons.

They had made his life a misery since the very moment of his reincarnation.

Undoubtedly, the original Alon had lived under the shadow of this constant abuse long before the soul swap.

Alon endured it without retaliation not because he was weak, but because he valued his quiet, noble lifestyle above all else.

If his rivals were merely common street thugs, Alon would have delighted in breaking them. The issue was that their influence was far more dangerous than it appeared.

Alon shifted his eyes upward.

Tonio, who secretly operated a narcotics syndicate named “Avalon” within the capital’s underworld, looked down at him with pure contempt.

While the cartel wasn't a continental power, it was significant within the kingdom. The current Alon simply wasn't equipped to wage war against a piece of trash who could summon a dozen assassins with a snap of his fingers to make him disappear forever.

Furthermore, killing Tonio would only invite the wrath of the eldest son, who managed the family’s illicit brothels and was obsessed with the line of succession. He would never tolerate Alon becoming a threat after removing the second brother.

Alon knew that once he drew his sword, there would be no going back to a peaceful life.

“It seems my brother requires the study. I shall take my leave.”

“Good. At least you recognize your place.”

Alon gave a polite bow to the mocking Tonio and exited the room with Evan, heading toward his private quarters.

Once they were alone, Evan presented him with a parchment.

“I retrieved this letter from Yutia personally this time.”

“Is that so?”

Ever since her rescue, Alon and Yutia had been corresponding once a month. Their letters were usually mundane, filled with small talk and daily updates. It was Alon who had initiated this pen-pal relationship.

Thinking back to how he once felt closer to online friends than real-life acquaintances, Alon broke the seal and began to read.

“I see…”

The contents were trivial. Yutia offered her standard greetings and shared anecdotes about the children at the orphanage.

She noted that a boy named Hidan was exceptionally gifted at tactical games, while a girl named Yuna was remarkably talented at staying hidden.

As he processed these peaceful reports, Alon considered his response. He decided to be honest about his day.

He felt that sharing his own frustrations, rather than just pleasantries, would help build a deeper psychological bridge between them.

With that intent, Alon penned a letter detailing the day’s events and sent it off to the orphanage.

It felt like just another typical day.

***

Meanwhile.

“Hmm~”

Yutia was intently studying Deus Macallian, a man whose hollow, violet eyes felt like an endless abyss.

Physically, he seemed intact.

His limbs were functional, and though his skin was a map of past scars and abuse, he wasn't crippled.

Yet, that was a superficial observation. To any bystander, it was clear that Deus Macallian was a hollow shell.

His body was present, but his spirit was absent; he stared into the void with eyes devoid of any human spark.

He looked like a victim of high-level mental trauma, sitting motionless and expressionless, focused on a point that didn't exist.

He was the definition of a broken soul.

However, Yutia’s smile only grew wider as she observed him.

Yutia understood exactly why Alon had sent this boy to her. She leaned in and whispered.

“Black Goat.”

“!”

A single phrase.

That short trigger word was enough to ignite a spark in Deus, who had been catatonic only a second before.

The vacancy in his eyes was replaced not by sanity, but by a volatile cocktail of loathing, rage, and terror.

Seeing this, Yutia’s grin deepened.

“Do you hunger for vengeance?”

At her question, Deus’s hollow eyes locked onto her.

They burned with a mixture of bloodlust, hatred, and a flicker of curiosity.

Yutia didn't need to say more. She simply allowed a small amount of mana to leak from her body.

It was the specific mana he had bestowed upon her—a power meant to strike down the shadows.

“Congratulations. He has chosen you. Therefore, you shall receive power.”

She didn't bother explaining the nature of the energy she released.

There was no point. The second individual chosen by her master possessed a talent so instinctive that words were unnecessary.

“All that is required of you is absolute devotion to him. Do that, and your revenge is guaranteed.”

Yutia smiled at Deus.

A week after Deus settled into his new home, Yutia received another scheduled letter from Alon.

“I understand.”

After finishing the letter, her smile remained fixed.

***

A year passed. While Deus integrated into the orphanage and the letters between Yutia and Alon remained consistent, Alon was starting to grow frustrated by his inability to locate the third boss.

That was when a particular rumor reached his ears.

“…The scoundrel is dead?”

Tonio, the second son of the Palatio family, had been killed.