All Chapters of The system forces me to be the villain: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Where did you come from? You stop smoking. This is not delicious at all. It made me very uncomfortable. You must be like me. Best not to smoke.”“You want to mess with me again.” Basil Henry strangled Benedict James, taking the cigar from Benedict James's hand.“You are not like that. Let go of your hand…” Benedict James said breathlessly. Basil Henry took a deep breath, then blew smoke into Benedict James' face."What do you want?" Basil Henry let go.“I… See… You. You seem very sad… I live near here, so if you want to not be kidnapped, hurry back. I'm a good person who just wants to remind you, that if you don't want to listen, it's up to you."“Do you know who I am to help?”“Is it important who you are? If you want to help, help, if you don't want to, don't. What do you need to know who you are, do you need to know him or not?"Basil Henry laughed. Basil Henry covered his eyes with his hand. The more Basil Henry thought, the more he laughed."What funny about it?"“You are too ea

Basil Henry put on his clothes, took Benedict James's hand, and led him to a place that was a little luxurious and magnificent. The picture of nature that appears before Benedict James's eyes in the evening is described with two very evocative features. A tired bird, looking very sad, flew back to the forest to find shelter. A lonely, lonely cloud hovers in the sky. Beautiful scene but slightly sad with each other very harmonious. Only two strokes, describing a little but evoking a lot, have brought out the soul of the scene, the ancient poetic is very creative, taking the point of drawing the face, taking the left, and moving to evoke a vast, immense sky, an infinite space. same silence and solitude. A late afternoon full of nostalgia, with the golden color of the sunset but a bold classic with many thoughts and ambitions.“What did you bring me here for?” Benedict James looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly asked.The sun retreated to the small attic under the cliff. The m

"Do not worry. Yes, I am here. I will protect you. When it's over, give me some money to use."“Did I open my mouth to need you?”“I know you need me. Through your eyes, I understood.”“…” Benedict James was speechless.The silver moonlight dyed the trees and ponds. The river smiled because she felt more beautiful when she wore a purple dress with a bright moon and thousands of stars sparkling like silver. The grass, trees, and flowers were silent as if they could see all the beauty of this moonlit night. When the bamboo is illuminated by the moonlight, it becomes more beautiful and as if feeling something that the moonlight gives me, the bamboo sister sings a melodious and peaceful country song! The carpet of golden rice sways in front of the undulating wind-like waves that follow each other to the horizon. Why is the moonlit night scene so quiet? Everyone was engrossed in looking at the moon, the insects chirped like they were writing music at night. The leaves are like sprinkled wi

Sunset, that's when the sun's rays fade and then disappear. The sun man closed his eyes and went to sleep and hid behind the high mountains. The sky was no longer clear but covered with a dark gray. The afternoon wind blew gently, making the rice flowers sway slightly. The pink color of the afternoon sun likes to add to their beauty. Above are swallows flying as if they want to look at the sky one last time before taking refuge somewhere. Looking at the birds, I wish I had more wings to fly like them. Opaque gray clouds are flying in. The sky is dark blue. The night dew fell and gathered on the grass blades, hidden in the dim darkness that was about to fall. The rice waves sparkled and undulated in the passing breeze. From the horizon, flocks of birds chirped to call their flocks and flew back to their nests. The cranes roamed in the vast and endless blue sky. After a day of grazing, the buffalo also leisurely walked back home under the guidance of the farmer. The farmers also stopped

The wind blew hard, sending the dust curled up into the air, then threw it out again and sprinkled it on the ground. The wind smacked the face, threading through the hair of the pedestrians who were rushing to run in the rain. The trees rustled, rustled, the old leaves couldn't stand, leaving their branches and fluttering in the wind. The rain fell, and the first raindrops gently kissed the cheery leaves waiting for the rain to wash away the dust on them. The rain drizzled, dancing merrily, throbbing on the rooftops and the pavement. Raindrops, drop by drop, drop by drop. They cheered, each one criticizing the other for being slow and challenging the other to see who would finish first. Then they got excited, plunging in layers like small silver arrows. One layer after another fell to create water bubbles on the road surface, and from there opened countless beautiful bubble flowers. No matter how heavy the rain is, so is the wind. Raining cats and dogs. It looked like a storm was comi