Transmigrated into a villain, I personally tore apart the shackles of fate.

Chapter 46 Proxy Organizations

Da da da—

I'm sitting in my room, typing on the keyboard in front of me. As for what I'm doing, I'm looking for something worth investing in.

Although I planned to invest in Emily and her guild, I clearly underestimated the money I could make by entering dungeons and selling monster corpses.

That bracelet saved me more money than I expected. Therefore, I have far more savings than I would have spent on Emily. And it's understandable that she probably wouldn't accept money from a stranger.

So I started looking at the stock prices of some companies and guilds online. Although I don't know much about the stock market in the game, knowing some future events might help me find a guild or something similar that will rise to prominence in the future.

Da da da—

I continued searching and investigating online.

"There are a few names that I think might become popular in the future, but I'm not sure."

There are indeed some names I recognize from the game, but interpreting stock market prices and translating that information into actual performance is still quite difficult.

Some guild stocks may not be as high as I expected, but that doesn't necessarily mean they will appreciate in the future. After all, the stock market doesn't fully reflect a guild's ranking or how well their hunter work is progressing. There are other factors that influence it, which is precisely where the real world differs from the game.

As I was browsing the guilds, another option caught my attention.

They work for agencies, as mercenaries, and as freelancers.

"Oh right, there's this setting too," I thought to myself. In the game, people can not only become hunters and join guilds, but also become mercenaries who take on commissions, or freelancers who join other guilds and participate in their missions.

"Now that I think about it, is the proxy organization that Ethan will discover here?" I wondered, and started investigating under the "proxy organization" tag.

Because Ethan is a diligent individual focused on improving his strength, he naturally explores the world. Thanks to a brilliant proxy organization, he has found a wealth of resources. As players, this makes finding monsters in rifts, dungeons, or wilderness much easier.

"However, their unique past has also caused Ethan a lot of trouble."

Sitting in front of my laptop, I stared at the screen, wondering if it was worth investing in this project.

“Those people… their computer knowledge and related talents are really useful.”

This hacker group could indeed be helpful, especially for my goals. However, the fact that not everyone in the world will necessarily follow someone who wants to kill all evil and erase its existence puts me in a dilemma.

"Either make them absolutely loyal to me, or don't reveal my purpose." That was my conclusion.

"However, this is still a matter for the future, and there's no point in thinking about it now." I thought to myself, but I still made a mental note about the future.

But that doesn’t mean I can’t invest in their small agencies right now.

"Let's invest 20,000 walers. I don't need the money urgently right now."

Since I also went to the dungeons in the black market, I now have about 70,000 walers in my bank account, and I still have a whole year left to pay off my college tuition debt, so I don't have to worry for now.

However, when making the investment, I used a small portion of the money to hire a broker on the black market to ensure my identity remained anonymous, even though those people would eventually track me down.

"Let me show you a little about this world."

With that in mind, I invested 25,000 walers in them.

Ding--

Just then, my watch sent me a message, which I checked.

ding ding-

Then, two more came.

"It should be a notification from the club."

I thought for a moment and then opened the panel.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Adventure Club

Thank you for joining our club!

We're thrilled you've joined us. Don't forget the welcome trip next Sunday—a great opportunity to meet new members and embark on an adventure. See you there!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

History and Art Society

Hello, welcome to the History and Art Society!

We are thrilled to have you join us. Our club meetings are always full of interest and ideas. Get ready to explore the fascinating world of history and art together! We look forward to seeing you at our next meeting. We are delighted to have a new student interested in art and history, and we are happy to have you join us.

The welcome event will be held on Saturday morning, starting with a small picnic in the forest.

You can bring any food you like if you wish, but it's not mandatory. Have a great week!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Archery Club

Welcome to the archery club.

If you join us, make sure you're serious about improving your skills. We don't have time for lazy people. Training is mandatory, so be prepared to prove yourself.

The orientation event will be held on Friday evening.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Looking at the information in front of me, I could almost feel the atmosphere of different clubs from the tone of the messages.

The Adventurers' Club's messages were brief, yet polite and warm; while the Archery Club's were filled with arrogance and seriousness.

Even their information is arrogant, which explains the source of the archery club's conceited reputation.

As for the History and Art Society, its tone perfectly reflected the characteristics of that dazzling senior student—the society's president.

"That woman is just too dazzling... I'd better stay away from her." With that thought, I closed my laptop.

Night has fallen, and it's time for me to go to sleep.

......

"Hey Sylvie, which clubs have you joined?"

The three girls were heading towards their respective rooms when one of them asked Sylvie, who was walking in the middle, a question. Sylvie looked exhausted, as if she might collapse and fall asleep at any moment.

"Sylvie?" When there was no response, the girl asked again, her gaze falling on her friend.

"..."

"Ahem, Sylvie!" Seeing that continuing like this was pointless, she cleared her throat and raised her voice.

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"What? What happened?" Sylvie looked at her friend as she woke up from her dream.

"What clubs have you joined?" her friend repeated, looking directly at her.

"Huh? Didn't we talk about this before?" Sylvie asked, tilting her head.

"Uh... I forgot." Her friend scratched the back of her head, looking a little embarrassed, but Sylvie had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Her friend's mood... seemed off. She had some doubts, but thinking that perhaps her friend was just in a bad mood for some reason, she decided to ignore it.

After all, the emotions she felt weren't intense; it was just a slight darkness, perhaps caused by stress.

“I only joined the History and Art Club,” she replied, but her body trembled slightly at that moment, unsure if she had made the right choice. “That senior was absolutely terrifying.”

Even she, who is usually cheerful and happy, felt that the senior was too intimidating, like a dazzling star in the night sky that illuminated everything but blinded those who got close.

“I understand.” Her friend lowered her gaze, but Sylvie was still thinking about the senior and her overwhelming attitude, so she neither heard nor saw the expression on her friend’s face.

"What a stupid woman."

Her friend, Daniela, wore a cold smile. Though she appeared to be the same girl, her heart was no longer the same.

Unaware of her surroundings, Sylvie has unwittingly put herself in danger.

"Hey, what are you going to do with him?" Just then, another voice rang out. It was the third girl; she had been tapping her watch.

"Who are you referring to?" Sylvie asked, tilting her head.

"I'm talking about that bastard, he made you cry. Want me to teach him a lesson?"

Upon hearing this, Sylvie's body stiffened slightly, and the words he had said to her back then resurfaced in her mind.

The words she tried so hard to forget.

"If you can't face your weaknesses, maybe you should reconsider whether you're suited to stay in college."

But Sylvie, already exhausted, didn't want to talk about him anymore. She didn't want to feel uncomfortable anymore. She had been studying all day, and her head was about to explode.

"Why bring him up now?" Sylvie asked. Her friend knew she didn't want to talk about it, so why bring it up now of all times?

“I’m just annoyed by his attitude,” the girl confided. “He acts so pretentious, it irritates me every time I see him. Does he think we’ll find him cool because of his mannerisms? I hate guys who deliberately act aloof and cool to attract girls’ attention.”

Hearing this, Sylvie felt she could understand that feeling. But at the same time, she also knew that Morse was always like that. It was basically his personality—cold, not intentional. He never consciously tried to attract others through his attitude.

But it is precisely this indifference that makes him even more infuriating.

"Couldn't you be a little gentler?" Sylvie asked herself inwardly.

However, at that moment, she remembered a scene from the club exhibition.

She saw Morse and decided to hide because she didn't want to talk to him. She knew in her heart that this was running away, but she still chose to avoid him.

However, when she overheard Morse talking to the senior student, his words made her nervous. He also wanted to join the History and Art Society. She even reconsidered her decision to join the society.

But when she saw the senior talking to him, she felt a strange emotion. The senior kept trying to force him to accept the potato chips and was putting pressure on him.

Morse felt uncomfortable about this, and Sylvie could sense it. But in some corner of his heart, there was a warm feeling, as if he somewhat enjoyed this interaction.

"Is he enjoying it?"

This made her angry. He was always so cold whenever he spoke to me. And not just to her, but to everyone else. Sylvie had been watching him; she knew it. But why did he seem to be enjoying it now?

I even forgot the sincere gratitude he expressed at the time because of his harsh words.

Why do you enjoy it?

Even Morse himself didn't realize that he actually enjoyed the presence of that senior, but Sylvie could tell through her own abilities.

Because of her inexplicable anger, she went to find that senior student in a depressed mood.

However, she now wishes she had never done so, because she ended up getting caught up in a tough "battle" where even potato chips became weapons.

"Sylvie!"

Just then, a shout interrupted her thoughts, and she looked at her friend in front of her.

"what?"

Why are you spacing out again?

"Ah... I'm sorry."

"It's nothing, she's probably just tired. Why are you bringing this up now? Don't you know she doesn't want to talk about it?"

"I know, but every time I see that guy, I get angry... Never mind. I'll do something else."

"Yes, forget about it."

"is it?"

"Ah."

"Whatever you say."

And so, the three of them walked into the dormitory, chatting as they went...