I Woke Up In The Webtoon The Gamer As A Villain

I begin to type. The words flow from my mind to the keyboard like a torrent of pure logic, barely under my control. Each sentence is like a precise strike, visibly loaded with disdain.

["CharlesLustril"] "You've got to be kidding, Rick. I don't know if you've been hit by a meteor or if you're simply lacking oxygen, but HAN JEE-HAN IS NOT A GENIUS. He is, in fact, a complete piece of crap. I can't understand how you can see any trace of intelligence in him. Seriously, I'm furious here, my brain is hurting just thinking about that idiot."

I leave the keyboard almost breaking from how hard I am pressing the keys.

"Let's be clear. If I were transported to The Gamer universe, not only would I be much stronger than Han, but I would also create an army of clones of myself and still have a harem of women. Han was a waste of potential, a machine of lost opportunities. At the beginning of the story, he gets a skill book by KILLING THE ZOMBIE BOSS, and the bastard doesn't even use the skill, doesn't even read the book properly! And more, his player skill? TOTALLY MISUSED. How could someone who has played so many games not think of using the ability to create clones of himself? The simplest solution in the universe, and he doesn't even consider it."

The keys keep clicking with my fury.

"But seriously, the worst part is that in the first chapters, Han claims to have played several games, and yet doesn't think about learning super speed. How can someone with access to such an oppressive system not see what's within his grasp? Is this the 'perfect protagonist'? You have to be kidding."

I finish my response with one last burst of pure hatred and hit 'send'.

I sit there, staring at the screen. Every word, every sentence, was loaded with truth. Han Jee-han is the definition of wasted intelligence. I, Charles Lustril, would be an unstoppable force in any universe, and now anyone who dared defend Han was putting themselves at risk. So, with a malicious smile on my face, I go back to searching for more topics.

But before I could continue browsing, I see a notification. Rick_from_universeC3 responded. The anger begins to accumulate inside me again.

["Rick_from_universeC3"] "You must be exaggerating, Charles. Han did the best he could with what he had. Anyone with such an OP system would also make mistakes, but he's human, and making mistakes is part of growth. To me, that's what makes him more real and captivating."

My hands tremble. I can barely process what I'm reading. Growth? Reality? Does this guy even realize what he's saying? The concept of character evolution involves learning from mistakes, yes, but not when the mistakes are so obvious and avoidable!

I grit my teeth, my eyes flickering, with the rage becoming almost unbearable.

I was almost in control again, navigating through the forum and letting my mind calm after the outburst of anger. But then, something strange happened. Something I didn't expect. Something I never imagined seeing, no matter how logical my thoughts about systems, power, and intelligence were.

The notification from Rick appeared on the screen, and before I could even open the chat window to respond, the words materialized strangely. Something was different. The message was short, but carried a threatening tone that made my skin crawl instantly.

["Rick_from_universeC3"] "Well, you're making me mad, you Sula-American piece of crap. Goodbye, I hope you prove what you said."

The words were there, but something else seemed to be about to happen. The air around me grew denser, as if reality itself was warping... or maybe it was just my perception, influenced by the level of frustration I still felt from that ridiculous defense of Han Jee-han.

But then...

A rip in the air.

I saw it. It wasn't a hallucination. It wasn't an error in my eyes. I was sitting in my chair, staring at the computer screen, and beside me... a green, glowing portal, as if space-time itself were being torn apart. The green color was unusual, intense, and emitted an almost pulsating energy. A characteristic glow... almost familiar, yet still impossible to believe.

I straightened in my chair, my body stiff, my eyes wide in astonishment. My mind was processing the scene, but I couldn't believe what was happening. I was aware of it, I knew what it meant, but...

"Rick"... the name echoed in my mind with a chill. This can't be real. This can't...

The portal was unmistakable. The way it appeared before me could not be a coincidence. It was Rick's portal gun, the one that only existed in Rick and Morty. And I... was actually seeing it. The computer screen began to glow more intensely, as if becoming irrelevant in the face of what was unfolding right before me.

No. It can't be. I was on a forum. Just a simple forum discussing anime. What is happening?

Then, as if my thoughts no longer mattered, something emerged from the portal. A hand. Rick's hand.

The hand appeared quickly, and soon a strange weapon, seemingly a mix of alien technology with an insane and chaotic design, appeared, aimed directly at me. There was no time to think. No time to react. Everything happened too fast. Rick's finger pulled the trigger.

"Zossuhhh~~"

The beam that came from the gun was like pure energy, a force that seemed to be breaking every atom of my being. It wasn't physical pain in the traditional sense... but a deep, overwhelming sensation, as if my body was being disintegrated and rebuilt in an instant, in a single shot. A strange tingling and a sense of disorientation took over me as the world around me disappeared.

The room disintegrated before my eyes. The walls, the computer, everything breaking apart as if it were made of burning paper. The sound of my own scream was lost before it even left my mouth.

Darkness.

Everything went dark.

I felt nothing more. No perception, no pain. Just an emptiness, absolute and eternal.

And in that moment, I realized something I could never have predicted: the line between the world I knew, with its logical formulas and obsession with characters and systems, and the universes I had only heard of, had disappeared.

Was I attacked by a Rick? I'm fucked....

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