It was raining heavily.
The sky was dark, and water poured from the clouds like it would never stop. The metal roof of the small school made loud sounds with each raindrop. It felt like the world was beating drums above Rudra Varma's head.
He stood quietly in the empty classroom. The whiteboard in front of him was covered with half-erased math formulas. His fingers were stained with chalk. His shirt was a little wrinkled, his shoes muddy, and his eyes... tired.
The school was silent. The students had all gone home an hour ago. But Rudra stayed back, as always.
He didn't like going home early.
Not because he loved teaching too much.
But because home was lonely, and his past was loud.
He picked up his small bag and checked his phone.
No messages.
He smiled sadly. "As expected," he whispered to himself.
As he walked out of the classroom, his mind began to drift.
"Villain's son.""Criminal bloodline.""Just like his father…"
These were not just words. They were knives. He had heard them since childhood.
Even here, in this quiet town, far from the big cities—people still whispered.
His father, Raavan Varma, was not just any criminal.
He was the most powerful underworld king in recent history. He controlled gangs, businesses, politicians—even countries, some said. People feared him like they feared death.
But two years ago, Raavan was finally caught and sent to a high-security prison. A few months later, he died in an explosion no one could explain.
Some said it was murder. Others said it was planned by the man himself.
Rudra never knew the truth.
And maybe... he didn't want to.
Rudra had changed everything about his life after that.
He moved to a new place. Changed his last name at first. Got a job as a simple math teacher. Bought an old second-hand bike and rented a one-room apartment.
He didn't want fame. He didn't want money.
He just wanted peace.
But peace didn't want him.
As he stepped outside, the cold wind hit his face. He opened his umbrella and began walking down the quiet street.
The streetlights flickered.
His footsteps echoed.
And then...
He heard something.
A screech of tires.
A black van turned the corner fast—too fast.
Before he could react, the van stopped near him. The doors opened.
Three masked men jumped out.
Rudra's heart skipped a beat.
He turned to run.
Too late.
A flash of metal. A loud bang.
Pain exploded in his chest.
He fell to the ground. The umbrella rolled away.
Rain hit his face. The world spun.
Then... everything went black.
[System Booting…][Analyzing Host…][Bloodline Match Found – Rudra Varma, Son of Raavan Varma][Processing Inherited Sins… 17,000 Detected][Villain Legacy System Activated][Redemption Begins]
Rudra opened his eyes slowly.
Bright white light.
A steady beeping sound.
He was in a hospital bed. A needle in his arm. A machine next to him blinking softly. His chest was bandaged, but the pain was dull now.
He tried to sit up—but a wave of dizziness stopped him.
And then...
A voice.
Calm. Robotic. But with a strange sarcastic tone.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Rudra Varma."
He looked around. No one.
The voice continued.
"Congratulations. You've officially inherited your father's sins. Seventeen thousands of them, to be exact."
"You've also unlocked something very special: The Villain Legacy System."
Rudra blinked. "What… the hell is going on?"
"Simple," the voice replied. "You're now bound to a system that wants you to fix the mess your father left behind."
"But there's a twist."
"You can't just do good like a hero. You must do good... the villain's way."
Rudra's mouth went dry. "This is a joke. A dream. I'm hallucinating."
"Nope. Your injuries are real. You were shot. But I saved you. Or rather, the system did."
"And now, you owe it. You want to live? You fix your legacy."
Rudra tried to think clearly. "Why me?"
"Because only a villain's son knows how villains think. The world needs someone who understands darkness but chooses the light."
"You're that person. Whether you like it or not."
Ding!
[Mission Unlocked: First Redemption Quest]Target: Local corrupt police officerObjective: Expose him using blackmail evidenceReward: +100 Legacy Points | Unlock: Basic Threat SkillNote: Doing this the "hero way" will earn no points.
Rudra's hands shook.
Was this real? Some kind of test? Some brain injury?
He stared at the ceiling.
His father ruined lives. Killed people. Controlled cities.
Now… Rudra was expected to clean all that?
And not like a saint—but like a villain?
He laughed softly, bitterly.
"This world really is crazy…"
But deep inside him… a part of Rudra—the part that had always been afraid—felt something new.
Power.
He slowly sat up, despite the pain.
His eyes narrowed.
"If this is real… then let's start with one thing," he said softly.
"No more running."