Chapter 3: Who Says Doing Good Deeds Means You Can't Be a Dark Lord?

Tom stood before Levi, feeling as if his entire body was being pricked by countless needles.

Levi’s psychological pressure was simply overwhelming!

Cautiously, Tom glanced at Levi’s expression. “Perhaps it’s because my name is too common. Many people are called Tom, so maybe that’s why my name sounds familiar to you…”

As he spoke, a flicker of disgust crossed his eyes. In this, he was not lying; he truly detested his own mediocre name.

He had always believed that his special talents made him extraordinary, unlike those dull, mediocre men who also bore the name Tom.

Just the thought of sharing the same name as those foolish men made him feel sick.

“A common name is nothing to worry about, Tom. If you become strong enough, terrifying enough, then your name itself will become forbidden. A name no one dares speak—can it still be common?”

Tom watched as Levi shifted his hand off his shoulder and swallowed hard.

In Levi’s presence, he felt utterly exposed, as if stripped bare. The ease with which Levi saw through him filled him with both fear and anger…

Yet… to make one’s name a taboo?

Tom savored Levi’s words carefully, his pupils narrowing, his breath growing slightly hurried.

“Could it really be done?”

Undoubtedly, Levi’s words stirred something deep within him.

Suddenly, Tom realized that using his rare talents to bully ordinary people was beneath him, no wonder Levi despised him so deeply…

But if Levi could train to enhance his abilities, why couldn’t he?

In Tom’s mind, losing face today in front of Levi was simply because he had never seriously practiced his powers.

If he trained properly, he refused to believe he was inferior to this pretentious fellow standing before him!

“Just wait, when the time comes, I will surely…”

Tom lowered his head slightly, his eyes flickering.

He was already plotting how to deal with Levi, cautiously sneaking a glance at him—but happened to catch Levi’s half-smile. His heart skipped a beat!

“Damn it! What does that look mean? It’s like he knows exactly what I’m thinking! No… impossible!”

Little did Tom know, Levi, as a traveler from another world, knew his life story better than he did himself. Understanding his thoughts was the easiest thing in the world for him.

Levi’s face softened into a gentle smile. “My name is also quite common. I’m Levi. Oh, according to your custom, it should be Wade Levi. Of course, I don’t mind if you just call me Wade.”

“But I very much mind if you call me Tom!” Tom raged silently, struggling to maintain a submissive expression.

He seemed naturally gifted at masking his true feelings.

“Today was a misunderstanding, Wa… I mean, sir.” Ultimately, Tom dared not call Levi by his name.

Though he always thought Levi was putting on airs, the oppressive aura emanating from him left Tom feeling utterly powerless.

At the same time, a faint realization dawned on him.

It turned out that if one were strong enough, terrifying enough, no one would dare even mention your name!

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