The Hero Became Obsessed With The Villain [part 2 Complete]

Chapter 364

"Hey. What's going on?"

Heikin, the German S-class villain, stroked his red Mohican hair and looked at the letter that had been sent to him.

[Invitation to Cathedral]

The paper was pure white with a holy glow.

Inside, it read.

"I have a very important announcement to make at this Cathedral, and I ask that you be present..."

He propped his legs up on the desk and muttered as he read the letter.

...Has this ever been in a Cathedral invitation before? No, it hasn't. Never before had there been such dire words as 'this is the time to change destiny' or 'the world order will be reorganized'...

It's been a week since this letter arrived.

He read it, wondering what the hell was going on, but...his brain wasn't very good, so he slammed his hand on his desk, unable to figure it out.

"I'm so frustrated!"

Just as he was ranting, the door burst open and a fat man walked in.

"Boss!!! What's going on?"

"Nothing, get out!"

"Okay!"

-BANG.

And just like that, his subordinate is out again.

Sighing, he sat up straight again and placed the letter on his desk, thinking.

Heikin, Germany's S-class villain and head of the Red Motors, Germany's only villain alliance.

As such, he was familiar with the heads of the other European Villain Alliances through the Cathedrals, but they didn't seem to know what Celeste was trying to tell them at this particular Cathedral.

"Do I need to ask Brother Egostic...No. I'll find out today anyway."

With that thought, he rose from his seat.

Egostic, an S-class villain in the country of Korea, was someone Heikin personally looked up to as an older brother.

He was always smiling, and despite his seemingly weak appearance, he was an incredible man who knew all the secrets of the world.

He knows the identity of America's hidden heroes, and he single-handedly prevented the Moonlight Church from destroying the world.

...Egostic was someone Heikin personally admired as a villain who even saved his life.

"Hah... I see. Let's go."

No matter what he says, I'll have to hear it first.

Checking the time, he rose from his seat, dragged on his pants, which clanked with chains, and grabbed his coat from the wall.

And there it was, a leather coat with horns on the shoulders. Behind him, a red cloak.

It was the costume he'd begun wearing when he stood tall in Germany, after destroying every other group of villains in the country.

"Alright... Let's go."

With that muttered, he tore the letter in half.

Schwak-.

With a twisting sensation, he found himself standing in a pitch-black, white hallway.

Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.

He walked down the corridor until he reached the Round Table Room.

In the solemn atmosphere of the table he noticed one thing, something different.