The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 125 - "Finally Recognized Me? Mr. W."

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XXX Tavern.

Will stared at the address on the letter, noting that S had even marked it as being across from the Adventurer’s Guild, just in case he didn’t know.

But…

Will had known about this place from the moment he arrived in Novice Town. He had been keeping an eye on this tavern for a very simple reason—

It was a key location in the original story!

Moreover, the tavern’s name wasn’t censored; it was deliberately left as “XXX,” symbolizing the freedom to fill in any name you wanted.

“Sigh… I’m here. It’s pretty crowded, unlike how it was described in the original story…”

Perhaps because it was located across from the Adventurer’s Guild, the tavern was bustling with people, creating a dense flow of traffic.

Most of them were adventurers, easily identifiable by their similar attire.

It was clear that many had completed their day’s tasks and were here for a drink before heading home to sleep.

On the other hand…

Will, dressed in his new outfit, stood out like a sore thumb.

In the original story, this tavern appeared in the first Chapter of the first volume, during the snowy night when the protagonist was kicked out of his team.

At that time, the tavern was a forgotten place, only known for its specialty cocktails.

It was here…

That the protagonist, Hugh, was drunk and taken away by the Dungeon Queen of “Galactic Peak.”

Will clutched the letter, even though he had memorized the meeting place, he kept checking it, afraid he might forget.

“The green ivy… it’s here.”

He stopped.

Under the eaves, a lush green ivy plant in a window box caught his eye, glowing softly in the dim evening light from the tavern’s windows.

This had to be the meeting place S had mentioned in the letter.

Will stood to the right of the planter, leaning against the red brick wall of the tavern.

Having found the spot…

It meant he was getting closer to meeting “S.”

But surprisingly, Will’s heartbeat had slowed considerably compared to when he first left. His nervousness had eased.

Mr. S…

What kind of person would he be?

He had imagined countless scenarios.

With these thoughts, he had scrutinized every person he passed.

Mr. S had extensive dungeon exploration experience and had brought him many spoils.

So…

Would he be one of those middle-aged men who spent their evenings drinking at the tavern after a day of dungeon crawling?

…

Mr. S was also highly knowledgeable, with insights not only from dungeons but also from books. His letters were filled with erudition.

So…

Would he be the bespectacled professor who looked like he had just stepped out of a university to study the town?

…

Mr. S had a strong curiosity and, judging by his dungeon exploits, was likely fit and not too old.

So…

Would he be the young, promising man who had just stepped out of the tavern?

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Will’s eyes scanned each person.

It was strange…

When he put all these descriptions together, S seemed more like the protagonist with unique “black” hair from the original story than any of the colorful-haired adventurers passing by.

But no, he had dismissed that idea from the start. S’s actions differed from Hugh’s trajectory, and in the original story, Hugh had fallen into despair after losing his team a year ago.

So he couldn’t possibly be the protagonist.

He…

Should be someone outside the “story,” guiding him from the uncharted realms beyond the narrative.

At least…

That’s what he hoped.

Will watched the chaotic crowd, his gaze shifting from person to person until it started to blur.

Come to think of it… with so many people here, he had never described his appearance to S. Even in this age of photographs, he had never sent one. How would S recognize him among all these people…

In the stifling summer evening, a breeze blew by, carrying a strand of black hair past his eyes.

!?

He widened his eyes.

A girl with long, flowing black hair walked slowly past him.

She was tall, with a well-toned body that showed signs of training.

She brushed her hair aside and stood to the left of the ivy, leaning against the wall, and pulled out a book—she seemed to have carried it under her arm.

Will was captivated by her.

Her clothes looked new, unlike those of the adventurers who had just returned from the dungeons.

But…

Her outfit was clearly something only a seasoned dungeon explorer would wear.

She wore a denim vest jacket, giving her a cool vibe. The jacket was camouflaged, perfect for forest dungeons, with two pockets on the chest for emergency potions.

Her lower half was clad in denim shorts, ideal for movement and ventilation, hugging her toned hips, indicating she wasn’t the sedentary type and likely trained regularly.

On her thigh, connected to her shorts, was a leg holster with a gleaming dagger. This was a convenient spot for close-combat experts to store backup weapons without hindering movement.

Her boots had special anti-slip soles and were flat for safety, unlike the high heels many women wore for fashion and height.

And then there were her black stockings.

Her well-toned, muscular legs looked stunning in the stockings. While mosquito-repellent stockings might have been more practical, her choice stood out.

And the book she was reading…

She was about Will’s height, so he could see the pages from his angle.

But…

More than the pages…

Will was drawn to her exposed chest, swallowing hard.

Though her outfit left her with only a sports bra for practicality, it seemed a bit too tight, allowing Will a glimpse of her ample cleavage.

No, no…

The focus was on the book… what kind of book would she bring out in such a bustling place…

…Huh?

A metal bookmark was placed in the middle of the page she had opened. In fact, she hadn’t turned a page since leaning against the wall.

The bookmark was a small square card, intricately carved with stars forming a “galaxy,” with holes in the stars.

Against the white background of the book’s page, the stars seemed to glow.

Unfortunately, the gold plating on the metal had worn off, giving it an aged look.

No, no, no…

Wait?

What does this mean?

Will’s mind went blank for a moment.

The bookmark… it was the one he had given to S. Yes… if anything could serve as a token, this custom-made bookmark, unique in the world, was perfect.

The person holding this bookmark, especially one that had faded, had to be…

Will’s eyes widened…

But…

Thud.

As if she had been waiting, the girl closed the small book the moment he saw it, not giving him a chance to confirm the bookmark’s design.

Thump, thump, thump, thump…

Will heard his heartbeat quicken again.

She turned her face, her black pupils reflecting his image, studying him intently.

“Finally recognized me?”

“Mr. W~”

She parted her lips, enunciating each word teasingly, her voice as clear and melodious as a bell, uttering the alias Will had used for so long.