Transmigration of the Wannabe Villain

1. Prologue

"If you want to succeed, then you must work hard for it."

That is what my father told me when I was young.

My name is Yoro. It's not kind of a nice name, but on the bright side, its cool enough to be heard. I am an Asian guy with black hair but eastern features as blue eyes and white skin. Now I am a new high schooler, who has matured well enough to be not bullied in my school.

My grade is great and my face is quite handsome, plus with a beautiful girlfriend, so there is many out there who envy my life. Nevertheless, I know a good person who influences my life to be positive enough so I can reach my place right now.

It's my father

My father is a handsome man with a diligent personality which make him always put his heart into whatever he does. A typical loving father who everyone wants to have, caring and never make a fuss when you make a problem, supportive even at that. But on the other hand, I hate him because of it.

At one time in my life, I had hope.

"I want to be like him", I want to be someone who can make other people life better

Well, how foolish can a teen be?

Back then, my family was living in decent condition. I have many friends who will always play with me. I have a mom that cares me and love me from the bottom of her heart and a father who acts as a figure to copy.

I was happy with my life at that time...

until...

*BAM BAM BAM*

a loud knock coming from our front door. Or more precisely... someone banged our door too loud to be even can be called a knock.

looking at the clock at the wall, it's exactly 8 pm right now. And at the time like this, all of our neighbours have locked themself inside. Well, all except bad guys whom my mom was pointing at when we passed an alley.

'Is it one of the bad guys that coming?'

Well, this never happened to us before, so I don't have any negative thought at the moment in my head. Just when I want to check it from the window, I heard my mom rushing down in a hurry. As I peek through it, I saw a glimpse which makes my heart beat out of my chest.

"THIS IS POLICE!! OPEN THE DOOR OR WE WILL SMASH IT APART!!"

There is police. Police everywhere.

With their particular uniform, it doesn't take one to be genius to guess. But why is there so much police car in front of my house suddenly, 'without' any ruckus and noise heard?

I slowly back up and turn my body to stop my mom. But the next thing that'll happen is the last thing I wish for.

"WAIT!", my mom shouted to the damned police and run to the front door.

"shit!", when the situation turned out like this, I know there is something wrong. But the problem is I don't know how big is 'something wrong' which is happening.

*BRUKK*

I heard something fell and that is not small. I run to check what is it and there I see it.

My father ran away

He runs so desperately that I know the problem with the police is about my dad. But seeing and knowing is a different matter.

'Why??' A question suddenly popped out at grave situation like this.

Turning my head, my brain worked so hard at the second. I am considering all possibilities I can make with the least time. First, the police, lots of them who guarding my front escape. With those many of them, I doubt that escaping from the front door is possible if not outright crazy. Second, my father, he escaped from the second floor to the backstreet which is behind our house. With how much open that road, I am sure he will be caught later if not immediately.