The Worst Villain is Actually a Cute Girl-Chapter 0

A criminal organization was annihilated.

It had only been around for two years—a mere fledgling group. Yet, in that short time, it had expanded at an alarming rate, becoming a force that couldn’t be ignored.

Its power shook the city.

With overwhelming potential and rapid growth, it had drawn the attention of rival organizations and mercenaries alike.

Dubbed the Supernova of the Underworld, this once-rising syndicate was wiped out in a single night.

“Urgh...!”

A building lay in ruins, shattered beyond recognition.

Corpses of subordinates littered the ground.

The organization’s boss clutched his wounds, gasping for breath.

Even while staring at the nightmare before him, he couldn’t comprehend what had happened.

Just yesterday, they had won a battle against a rival syndicate. A few hours ago, they had toasted to their victory.

But now? Why?

Blood bubbled in his throat as he coughed violently.

A truly terrifying existence...

One person—just one—had single-handedly massacred all of his men.

Easily. Mercilessly.

The way they cut through his subordinates... It was like watching the Grim Reaper itself reap souls.

Who the hell was this monster?

Through the wreckage, someone was approaching.

A sinister black aura radiated from their figure.

Heavy footsteps echoed, sending a chill through the boss’s broken body.

His breath caught in his throat.

Even through his blurred vision, he recognized them instantly.

A massive figure clad in armor and a skull-like helmet.

Towering well over two meters with an imposing build.

A terrifying presence—like a demon straight out of scripture, an embodiment of death and fear incarnate.

Anyone who lived in this city would recognize them.

The rumors were well known.

One of the Four Ruling Syndicates—the apex predator of the underworld.

The Reaper.

A one-person organization.

And yet, an unstoppable monster feared as the strongest.

The most dangerous, the most unhinged—feared by all.

The boss let out a hoarse, bitter laugh.

“Aha... haha... I guess this was inevitable. Cough! Cough! ...At least tell me before I go. Why did you attack us? We never trespassed into your territory. So why—cough, hack!”

No one knew the Reaper’s motives.

Unlike other organizations, they weren’t interested in expanding their power.

They simply appeared and disappeared at random.

The problem was that wherever the Reaper appeared, disaster followed. Entire organizations were wiped out.

But why target his syndicate?

If he was going to die, he at least wanted to know the reason.

“Hahh... Hahh...”

The boss trembled as he locked eyes with the Reaper.

Two ghostly blue lights flickered beneath the skull mask, glowing like will-o’-the-wisps.

His ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) breathing grew ragged.

The pressure was suffocating.

Death stood before him.

The Reaper crouched and slowly began to carve something into the ground with their sword.

Scratch... Scratch...

[...C...a.]

“...What?”

[K...a...k...e.]

The boss blinked, convinced his mind was failing him.

That couldn’t be right.

There was no way.

There was no way a being like this had written...

[Cake.]

The Reaper pointed at the word with their sword.

Dumbfounded, the boss stared blankly.

[Because of you, I couldn’t eat the cake I wanted. This is payback.]

“....”

His mind went blank.

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Like a broken machine, his expression froze bit by bit.

He had lost his entire organization... because of a cake?

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Bullshit! He wanted to scream, to curse this lunacy.

But his lips wouldn’t move.

Paralyzed by fear, he could only tremble like a helpless child.

The Reaper, seemingly satisfied, turned around and walked away.

The boss exhaled his final breath, unable to even resent his fate.

News of the Reaper’s latest massacre spread like wildfire.

One of the other Four Ruling Syndicates reacted with disbelief.

“That crazy bastard... Can’t they stay quiet for once?”

The city’s mayor was in chaos.

“Hurry up! Get those reports compiled and sent to all departments—now!”

Mercenaries shuddered with a mix of fear and curiosity.

“Is it true? The Reaper moved again?”

“Wherever they go, death follows...”

The entire city was in an uproar.

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In a desolate, debris-ridden wasteland...

Among the wreckage stood a lone, barely intact building.

Inside, broken and worn-down furniture was arranged too neatly, as if someone actually lived there.

And there, in the dimly lit room...

Stood the Reaper.

The moment they stepped inside, the mist-like aura around them began to dissipate.

The imposing armor, the helmet, the skull mask—all of it melted away.

Revealing—

A small, white-haired girl.

Barely half the size of the armored figure she had appeared to be.

Finally, that was satisfying.

If they want to fight, they should keep it between themselves. Why the hell did they have to drag an innocent cake shop into it and ruin my dessert?

A girl who looked like she belonged in an elementary school classroom, chattering away with friends or studying.

Instead, she sighed, stretching her arms.

People should just follow my example and behave.

This was the true face of the Reaper—the most feared villain in the city.