From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 593: A Character Who Learned The Truth (part two)
After Noas’s breakdown, everything felt wrong.
It happened so fast that Micah barely had time to react. One moment, they were dining in the restaurant, the next moment, Noas was screaming, eyes bloodshot, voice tearing apart the quiet room.
Aidan and Archie moved at the same time, each grabbing an arm as Noas struggled.
"You think you’re real?" Noas had laughed hysterically, tears streaking down his face. "You’re all just a character. Every single one of you. What right do you have to trap me here?"
Before Micah could say anything, before he could even fully process the words, Nabil Lobart had rushed in. "Noas!" He grabbed his younger brother from those two. "That’s enough. Stop it."
But Noas didn’t stop.
Micah still remembered how Noas had twisted around before being dragged out, fingers clawing at the air, gaze locking onto Micah with terrifying clarity.
"I’ll kill you," Noas screamed. "I swear it. Even if the system erases me, I would rather kill you than stay trapped here!"
Those four jumped at hearing his threat, ready to deal with him.
Nabil’s voice cut through the chaos, sharp and furious. "I’m sorry. I swear he’ll never appear in front of you again."
The door had slammed shut.
Silence followed.
Micah stood frozen, his hands hanging uselessly at his sides. His heartbeat was loud in his ears, thudding so hard it made him dizzy. He could still hear Noas’s laughter echoing in his mind, sharp and broken. The doubt had already taken root in him.
Leo was the first to move. He stepped forward, placing a firm hand on Micah’s shoulder, squeezing slightly as if to ground him. "Hey," Leo said softly. "Don’t listen to him. He’s not in his right mind."
Archie nodded, standing on Micah’s other side. His brows were furrowed with concern, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Yeah. He was just jealous. You saw how unstable he was."
Aidan let out a scoff, arms crossed tightly over his chest. "That guy was clearly delusional. Don’t take his words to heart."
Silas sighed, rubbing his temple. "Let’s just forget this happened."
Micah nodded slowly. He even forced a small smile."I know," he said. "I’m fine."
But he wasn’t.
Because long before Noas said those words out loud, Micah had already suspected it.
It wasn’t just Noas’s breakdown. It wasn’t just the accusations. It was something deeper, something that had been quietly growing in Micah’s consciousness for a long time.
The world didn’t feel real. Not in the way it should. Micah had tested it.
He remembered standing at a busy intersection once, watching cars stop seconds before an accident should have happened. He remembered making choices on a whim, only for events to conveniently bend in his favour. People forgave him too easily. Situations resolved themselves around him, even when he did nothing.
More than once, he had deliberately tried to ruin things.
And yet, without fail, everything circled back to him.
Without the system interfering. Without the host meddling. The world definitely revolved around Micah.
That was the part that terrified him.
Yet no matter how much it disturbed him, none of the four believed Noas’s words. To them, it was just the rambling of a mentally unstable man. Every time Micah hesitated, every time he looked lost or withdrawn, they blamed it on lingering fear from that incident.
That made Micah stop talking.
He stopped sharing his thoughts. Stopped voicing his doubts. Whenever the questions surfaced in his mind: What if Noas was right? What if I really am a character? He swallowed them back down.
There was no one he could confide in.
Even when his lovers tried to cheer him up, Micah’s condition didn’t improve.
He lay awake at night, staring at the ceiling, eyes dry and aching. Sleep refused to come no matter how exhausted he was. When morning arrived, the food tasted like dust. He would stare at his plate, fingers trembling slightly as he pushed the food around, unable to swallow more than a few bites.
Sometimes, his chest felt so tight he had to press a hand over his heart just to breathe. The guilt suffocated him. Darcy’s death haunted him. So did the fate of his biological mother and sister. If happiness were truly the goal, if the world wanted him to be satisfied, then wouldn’t the most obvious answer be his biological family’s well-being? With Darcy forgiven him for occupying his place?
That did not make sense. Was Noas hiding something from him?
He agonised every day over it.
"Micah," Leo said one morning, crouching in front of him. "You didn’t eat again."
"I’m not hungry," Micah replied quietly.
"That’s bullshit," Aidan clicked his tongue. "You’ve barely eaten in days."
Micah didn’t respond.
Archie reached out, brushing Micah’s hair back from his eyes. "Please," he said softly. "Talk to us."
Micah smiled again, faint and hollow. "I’m really okay."
But they could all see it.
He was fading and they couldn’t do anything to help him. So they distanced themselves from him, trying to give him space.
Micah did not waste this opportunity.
He started searching for answers. He had tried to see Noas again, asking questions through every possible channel. Each attempt was blocked by the Lobart family.
With nowhere else to turn, Micah searched for proof elsewhere.
If he really was the chosen one, then there had to be evidence. If he truly had power, then he needed to know what kind. He travelled everywhere. Temples. Churches. Shrines hidden in crowded cities and forgotten villages.
He asked monks, priests, and spiritual leaders.
Most shook their heads.
Some laughed.
Others offered empty comfort.
Nothing explained the feeling crawling under his skin.
Until he reached the mountain.
It was isolated, cold, and silent. The shrine was old, barely standing, half-hidden by mist and overgrown weeds. Micah climbed the stone steps slowly, his breath fogging in the air, his legs shaking from exhaustion.
A Tao master sat at the entrance, sweeping fallen leaves.
He didn’t look surprised to see Micah.
"Welcome estimated guest," the master said calmly.
Micah’s throat tightened. He bowed politely.
The master set the broom aside and studied him with unreadable eyes. "Come inside. You’ve been wandering for a long time."
Micah had followed him inside a room.
The master reached into his sleeve and handed Micah a small sachet. It was warm, pulsing faintly against Micah’s palm.
"This is a protective charm. There is someone who harbours the most resentment toward you," the master said. "And toward this world. This will ward off his evil attempts."
Micah’s hands shook. It was Noas, wasn’t it? The master was legit.
"I’m not here because of that," Micah whispered. "I want to know... can I really change others’ fate?"
Micah always felt he had trampled on Darcy’s fate. He had stolen his life from birth then led him to his death.
The master did not answer immediately. Instead, he gestured for Micah to sit. The wind howled softly around them.
"Yes. All living things influence the world around them. Some do so lightly. Others leave deep marks."
Micah shook his head. "No. I mean... If it’s a chosen one, can he control the world? Can he do something to turn everything back to its original state?"
The master had stared at him for a second before speaking. "And if such a path exists, is he prepared to bear its weight?"
Micah nodded without hesitation. "I don’t care. I owe them." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
"Indeed. The balance of this world has been tipped," the master finally said. "Too much karma has piled up. Paths ere bent. Lives were misplaced."
Micah listened, his fingers clenched tightly around the sachet.
"The people around you," the master continued. "All of them were pushed into fates that were not theirs."
Micah’s breath hitched.
"Their resentment accumulated," the master said quietly. "If left unchecked, this world will collapse. And the people you cherish will perish for good."
Micah’s lips trembled. "Then tell me what to do."
The master looked at him for a long time.
"You are the one meant to correct this," he said.
Micah laughed weakly. "Me? How?"
The master had turned his back. "You know when the time comes."
The answer followed him long after he left the mountain.
Micah completely broke down. He knew he was not on par with the transmigrator and system. Not in intelligence, not in shrewdness, not in ruthlessness. He couldn’t go against them with how pathetic he was. So what was he the chosen one? He could not bring back the dead.
His four lovers noticed his obsession with Noas growing. To them, Noas was the root of everything. The reason Micah had changed. The source of his suffering.
Two years passed.
In those two years, the Lobart family fell.
The lovers worked quietly and efficiently. Assets froze. Businesses collapsed. Nabil fought desperately but lost everything. Noas was institutionalised, restrained, and labelled dangerous.
"Good," Aidan said coldly. "He can’t hurt you anymore."
Micah said nothing.
He never once got the chance to visit Noas. Every attempt was blocked by his lovers. "It’s not good for you," they said. "Let it go."
Time passed.
Eventually, their guard lowered.
Micah finally stood in front of the hospital room, hands trembling as he pushed the door open.
Noas sat on the bed, restrained, staring blankly at the wall.
"Noas," Micah whispered.
No response.
Micah stepped closer. "Hey," he said. "Tell me what you know."
Noas didn’t move. His eyes were empty.
Micah left feeling more hopeless than ever.
He called out into the void.
"System," Micah whispered. "Are you there?"
A mechanical voice responded, tired and distant. "Yes."
Micah swallowed. "I want to make a deal."
The system was silent for a moment.
"Don’t you want to leave this world?" Micah said. "I’ll be happy if you do this."
"What?" the system asked.
Micah clenched his fists. "Bring them back. Darcy. Clyde. Flora. Reset everything. Make them happy."
"I can’t," the system replied.
Micah’s heart shattered.
"But," the system continued, "if you lend me your protagonist aura... I can reset the world."
Micah closed his eyes.
"...Fine," he said.
The system smiled.
And the world reset.
How foolish he had been to believe it.
