DOOMED TO BE A VILLAIN



The blood red Lykan Supersport sped into the premises of Imperium Technologies since for some strange reason that he could guess, the gates weren't closed.

The car did not deccelerate until it was beside the tower like building with a hundred and forty floors. There the car skidded to a stop and Davies got out, but instead of running into the building like what would have been expected of any sane person who wanted to reach the upper levels of the building, he started looking up instead. 

As he wasn't sane, he wasn't going to get into a building full of chaotic people who'd be screaming like bitches and then he would have to run up a hundred and thirty something flight of stairs, all the while sweating like a Christmas goat only to finally reach the top and would then have to deal with whatever is going on up there.

Uh uh, nope... He wasn't doing all that when there was a much easier route to the top floors.

Is it the elevator? 

Of course not... There's no power to move the damn thing.

So how, you ask?

Well, we've got all this free sky for a reason, right?

Yup, it is what you're thinking, Davies was going to go in through the window just like he did a few hours earlier. 

"It's a bit far out, but I should be able to reach it," he muttered after gauging the distance with his eyes.

[You're crazy, you know that] Miya said in passing, not really caring since he had done even crazier things before.

"I'm not crazy, I'm just ahead of the curve," he said with a smirk as he stepped back and took a deep breath while gathering a huge amount of mana for the stunt he was about to pull. 

*Fwoosh* a mist of cold air was released from Davies's mouth as he breathed due to the icy mana running through his veins.

An almost flat ice platform began to form just beside Davies and in less than a second it was fully formed. It was shaped like a surf board and was standing uprightly, floating just a few centimeters above the ground.

Since his speed elevator had been constructed, all that remained was to get on it and ride it to the top.

Unfortunately carrying himself with mana all the way to the top would waste a lot of mana and was not an easy chore, so Davies picked another method of elevating to the skies.

He jumped to the top of the icy surf board and using it as a form of ramp, he jumped up as high as using mana to augument his jump without injuring himself would allow him.

The distance he managed to jump was almost five floors which compared to the height of the building was not that much, but then, he didn't plan to jump directly to the top of the building and he couldn't even achieve that either, because if he could, he would have done it already.

As he soon as he reached the peak of the jumping distance he could manage, he threw his hand forward in a throwing motion, even though there was nothing in his hand... But then he wasn't actually throwing something in his hand out, rather, it was the ice surfboard that he had used to jump that he had used his mana to shoot off the ground and towards the sky.

The ice surfboard shot towards the sky in a sudden motion and with blinding speed, just narrowly avoiding Davies's airborne figure, but before it moved past him, he stretched his hand and grabbed the sharp end of the board and let it grag him along with it to the sky.

"Ouch..." he muttered in slight pain. 

He had used mana to protect his hand when grabbing onto the icy surfboard, but the force at which the board flew was strong enough to almost rip his arm from its socket, not to mention that the sharp end of the surfboard was sharp enough to impale his palm if not for the mana he had used to protect it, but even then he still felt a warm liquid on his palm and immediately knew that his palm hadn't completely escaped it's impaling fate. 

"The price I have to pay for being ahead of the curve," he sighed to himself with a wry smile as he rapidly ascended to the skies while the wind blew hard against his body as he tore through the skies.

Before long, he could feel the ice surfboard slowing down, but he wasn't even half way up the tower-like building yet.

Even then, he wasn't worried as this was all within his calculations. All he had to do was to continuously launch icy platforms one after the other and hitch rides on all of them until he reached his destination, and this was exactly what he did.

He first waited till the movement of the ice surfboard slowed to a level when he was sure that it was at the end of it's flight, and then with a little hand gesture another surf board like platform was formed below the one he was still hitching a rode on, but this one didn't have an exceptionally sharp edge.

He pitied his palm and didn't want to have a Jesus Christ look-alike palm when he reached his destination, hence the modifications to the design of the ice surfboard.

With another throwing gesture he threw the second ice surfboard and just like before, he jumped onto the next ice surfboard just before it flew past him.

"Ouch..." he groaned even louder this time as even if he didn't mind being almost impaled on the palm and he could mostly ignore the pain of his arm almost being ripped off, his bones were beginning to feel the pressure from constantly being tugged at with such great force.

He was almost sure that by the time he reached the top, he would have to pop the bone back into place.

[This feels like some sort of trashy arcade game] Miya suddenly said, eliciting a long silence from Davies as the sudden intrusive thought popped up in his mind.

"..."

"Shut up," he finally fired back after realizing that the method didn't really matter as long as he could achieve his goals, he would do it again if given the chance...

Also, there was no one to hear Miya's words and to think about whether it looked embarrassing or not.

Soon he noticed the ice surf board slowing down again, alerting him that it was time to repeat the process.

A few hand gestures and a daring jump later, Davies was back at top speed, tearing through the skies and defying gravity with every millimeter he gained.

He glanced upwards again at the tower, but this time, he shielded his eyes against the burning sun.

'I should be able to make it after the next jump,' he thought to himself after gauging the remaining distance between him and his destination.

Soon he had made the last ice surfboard switch and was rapidly approaching the top of the building.

"135,"

"136,"

"137,"

"138..." he counted as he approached the invaded the floors. He had to count from the ground floor as there weren't exactly written directions on the outer walls of the building about which floor it was.

He prepared himself to jump and just as the ice surfboard passed the 138th floor and almost reached the 139th floor, he jumped...

His target... The 138th floor.

It wasn't that he was scared of a fight immediately he landed on the floor, but because the 139th and 140th floors were heavily fortified and impossible to breakthrough from the outside unless continuously attacked by a fourth level mega for ten minutes...

He didn't have ten minutes to waste attacking a wall, not to mention, before the ten minutes ended, he would have already fallen to his death and his body would have already been taken by an ambulance with its destination none other than the mortuary... Unless he made moves to avoid his fall to death.

Hence his chosen destination was the 138th floor that while also heavily fortified, couldn't keep him out.

This he had jumped and in a spinning motion had conjured a huge ice spear in an instant with mana zone and threw it at the glass walls of the 138th floor, shattering it to pieces as he approached it. 

Closer... Closer... Closer... 

But he was too far away from building to make the jump.

That wasn't going to stop him though, he quickly conjured a platform and used it to as a ramp to jump even further, just barely making it into his office and crashing to the ground.

"Whooooo," he threw his hand up in exhilaration after making it to his targeted destination alive, but a sudden pain in his shoulder immediately reminded him that all was not well in his paradise of dangerous life on the line exhilarating moments.

"Ouch..." he muttered while using his other hand to grab the arm and with a sharp movement, the shoulder problem was gone, though there was still a slight lingering pain left behind, but Davies didn't care about this much pain and simply ignored it while getting to his feet as he had only just made it to the building and had not yet dealt with his problems.

"Now on to the 139th floor," he muttered while looking at the door of his office that led outwards into a corridor where he could find staircases that led to the next floor.