About

I was once a brilliant hero, skilled enough to be recognized by the nation—no, the entire world. In the beginning, I fought to live up to the cheers of the people. I fought... and fought... and fought some more, until I finally collapsed. No matter how world-renowned a hero is, they are still human after all. I expected concern. I thought they would ask if I was okay, tell me not to hurt, or suggest I rest for a while. But the only voices that reached me were those of persecution and threats, demanding to know what a hero was doing instead of protecting the citizens. It was only then that I realized. Ah... I was nothing more and nothing less than a puppet being used. I started to think that maybe it was those very citizens who created villains in the first place. The moment that thought crossed my mind, my reason snapped. I left the city in shambles and was eventually captured and locked in an underground cell within the headquarters. After several months, I managed to escape when their guard loosened. I suppose the villainous acts I commit now are a form of revenge for that time. Since then... well, as you know, I formed the villain group S.B. After a few months of living as a villain, I saw a kid on the news being advertised as the next world-recognized hero. Another sacrificial lamb... I wondered how long they would last as I stared blankly at the screen, but the kid's face looked so young. I think that's when it started. My interest began to grow, little by little.