Double Trouble: The Villain's Glitch Chapter 2

The next day, I opened my eyes with satisfaction.

A dreamless night, I was just about to ask the System when I could go back.

But found something wrong.

A figure was standing by my bed.

I turned my head blankly.

The features were basically identical to Caleb's, just more mature.

I called out dumbly:

"Caleb?"

The man didn't respond, just hooked the corner of his mouth slightly, a hint of interest surfacing in his eyes.

Just as he was about to speak, the door was pushed open.

Eighteen-year-old Caleb pushed open the door, face full of smiles:

"Brother! Wake..."

I clearly saw the smile on his face drop rapidly, running over with a wary look.

Blocking between me and the mature Caleb.

"Who are you?"

Cold as ice.

That man was taller, his temperament more composed.

He stepped back slightly in his leather shoes.

"I am Caleb. And you? Little Caleb?"

Little Caleb's face showed a bit of disillusionment.

He turned to look at me, looking a bit fragile.

"Brother, what's going on?"

Watching him grow up since childhood, I felt his expression was a bit strange.

But I didn't think too much about it.

I was also freaking out right now, frantically pinging the System.

[System!! What's going on ahhh, where did this male lead come from ahhh!]

[Looks so scary! This is not the kid I can control at all!]

Half a moment later, the System's mechanical voice came:

[Host, this is the Caleb who ruined the male and female leads' families.]

[A bug appeared in the main world, bringing Caleb from another timeline over.]

[Be careful, this Caleb is very dangerous.]

I sat up immediately, reaching out to hold Little Caleb's hand.

Cold wind poured into my quilt, I shivered subconsciously.

Little Caleb immediately took a coat and draped it over me, staring covetously at the Blackened Version Caleb.

Blackened Caleb raised an eyebrow, looking at me strangely.

Suddenly bent down and touched my face.

"Where did you come from? I've never seen you."

Little Caleb slapped away the hand touching me like a wolf cub.

"Get lost, you're the one who came from nowhere."

The other Caleb wasn't in a hurry either, dragged a chair and sat down.

Watching Little Caleb dress me and put on my socks, he finally spoke:

"So... you haven't mastered the Helios network yet?"

Little Caleb paused.

This was originally the inevitable path for the blackened Caleb.

But I have been preventing him from contacting these dark things.

Caleb understands himself so well, he knew just by looking at his own expression.

"You mastered it... What? Don't want him to know?"

Saying this, he cast his gaze towards me.

I widened my eyes.

Looked at Little Caleb.

"Caleb! Didn't I say?"

Little Caleb lowered his eyes aggrievedly.

"You believe whatever he says."

The angry words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat, took a deep breath.

"So, did you do it or not, no lying."

Little Caleb didn't speak for a long time.

My chest felt tight with anger.

And Blackened Caleb was watching the show on the stool.

His expression was a bit strange yet amused.

"Caleb... let me talk to him. I am you, there are many things I think he doesn't want to know, right?"

Little Caleb was like an enraged lion.

"Impossible!"

"I'll talk to you."

I glared at him, stepped out the door, and said coldly to Little Caleb:

"Stay put obediently."

Then waved to the other Caleb.

"You come over."

I was also freaking out inside.

My grand retirement plan, ruined just like that.

Caleb followed behind me at a leisurely pace.

I could feel him sizing me up.

From top to bottom.

Like looking at some rare toy.

I turned around unhappily to meet his eyes.

Dark and deep, completely different from Little Caleb.

Twenty-six-year-old Caleb was already so tall, very oppressive.

I glared at him with a cold face, leading the way again.

Blackened Caleb touched his nose and smiled slightly.

Only then did I feel the gaze wasn't so obvious anymore.

I pushed open the study door and sat down.

Blackened Caleb sat opposite me with legs slightly apart.

"Kitten, what's your name?"

I ignored his teasing words, answering flatly:

"Adrian."

His finger tapped lightly on the table a few times, suddenly said:

"Adrian, let's play a game, okay?"

"I ask a question, then you ask one, how about it?"

"You go first."

I nodded in agreement; I came with the purpose of investigating him anyway.