How to Survive as a Villain in a Novel

52 – Wound

The Heavenly Demon hardened his face.

“… Do you want me to know the location of those monsters?”

Huh.

She looked at me with puzzled eyes along with her sigh.

‘Did I ask too directly?’

From her perspective, it was embarrassing.

What I asked her about was the location of the monster sticking out of the crack near her.

“The strange beings that protrude from the cracks are difficult for humans to deal with. “The rules of our world do not apply to beings of the demon world.”

Cheonma asked worriedly.

The strength of the Demon World is a well-known story.

The ‘blackened’ person I dealt with at the academy was a representative example. Even though the Black Demon had not fully undergone demon transformation, its destructive power was significantly ahead of that of humans. In particular, the use of a force field that seems to ignore the laws of physics is so difficult that even a stranger would not be able to understand it.

“I know very well.”

At my answer, the Cheonma laughed for a moment as if she was dumbfounded. But it wasn’t long before her pretty brows furrowed.

It was because of worry.

“They are monsters.”

“Yes.”

“Excessive bluntness is poison.”

“But it can also be helpful when you have to do something that doesn’t work.”

“Rather than lose your life, live with only an eye missing. “I guess I gave you vain hope for no reason.”

“That’s not true.”

I firmly shook my head at Cheonma’s words.

“I had to be a villain forever.”

“……”

“The Heavenly Demon gave me the possibility not to do that.”

I don’t know how these damn ‘Fate of the Villains’ series penalties apply to me or anything like that. It must have been caused by some god with bad tastes or some unknown entity right now.

But I was able to know because of the Heavenly Demon. ‘Penalties’ are not absolute, but there are ways to overcome them.

This damn system and penalty are not absolute. Even though it may be the same possibility as finding a grain of sand on the beach, that grain of possibility is so precious to me right now.

In other words, it is not simply a struggle to restore sight. It means taking a step toward receiving what is rightfully due.

Has my will been conveyed?

The Heavenly Demon swallowed her drink in one gulp as if it were bitter.

I poured the remaining drink into her empty glass without saying anything.

Her mouth opens slowly.

“It is not easy to even deal with the beings that protrude from the gaps in space. Among them, there was one that was particularly strong. “I did my best, but I had to be satisfied with tying its feet.”

“……”

“You seem confident.”

“Yes.”

Huh!

Cheonma sighed and looked down at me as if she was looking at me like a monster.

But in my opinion, Cheonma is more of a monster.

What she saw was clearly a high-level monster from the demon world.

It, no, its existence is closer to a disaster than a living thing. People who see it either go crazy with fear or come to worship it. So much so that you have to choose between the two.

You destroyed half of such a being with pure force, without even knowing how to attack it?

‘…To catch that one, you would need at least six or seven top-level talents.’

It’s not for nothing that he’s given the title Heavenly Demon.

I paid my respects to the Heavenly Demon in my heart.

The more this happens, the more doubts grow in the back of my mind.

Why on earth did she disappear without much influence on her story?

The worries disappeared in the Heavenly Demon’s voice filled with agony.

“There is one thing that is causing trouble for me.”

The Heavenly Demon’s eyes darkened as he continued his explanation. Fortunately, its location seemed to be around here.

She ends her general explanation on a bitter note.

“It’s a difficult situation to apply for.”

“I know. “You must protect this place.”

“You really don’t know anything.”

It was just a guess.

The fact that a being like the Heavenly Demon is not visible at the forefront of her story is only possible if she is tied up here.

“You are like a prophet.”

“…Is it a prophecy?”

“Someone came to see me not long ago. “Like you, he knew my childhood name.”

Oh, you mean that prophet?

I had a rough idea of who it was.

By the way, even though I said I knew the name, was that why Cheonma’s reaction was so calm?

“You would have noticed.”

The Heavenly Demon suddenly turned around.

Sigh.

With the sound of fabric rubbing, her clothes fell.

Her pure white back.

“It’s been like this since I was hit by a monster. It’s an unidentified Takgi.”

A black scar was pulsing across it.

A wound of an unusual shape.

… It was a sign of blackening.

“I tried my best to get it out of the place, but it just couldn’t be done.”

The original blackening cannot be reversed.

“That’s why I’m just suppressing that Takgi with my inner strength. It’s because my training is lacking.”

Also, it is known that progress cannot be stopped.

But Cheonma is doing it.

She is fighting the dark energy of black painting with her own inner strength.

‘…How on earth.’

How strong is this person?

It was a moment when the existence before my eyes became even more amazing.

At the same time, one possibility came into my mind and then disappeared.

“The prophet said: The continent is already polluted, so leave this place. Otherwise, a bad future will come.”

If the prophet said so, he was probably right. Because it makes sense in terms of the original story.

“Then why don’t you leave?”

“Even if I don’t have much time left to live.”

Cheonma smiled and continued speaking.

“I will protect as much of the world as I can protect.”

Her eyes shine brightly in the moonlight.

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A picture-like appearance.

From the first time I saw her, I could see why she was so overwhelmed.

* · * *

The next day.

Lee Han woke up and was worried for a moment.

I thought I would need an assistant to conquer the monsters.

Well. It’s obvious who the assistant is that could be useful right now.

“Han Chae-yoon.”

I was muttering to myself in the guest room, when suddenly I heard an answer outside the door.

“Yes?”

?

What is it?

Lee Han opened the door.

Standing outside was the presence of Han Chae-yoon.

Han Chae-yoon was very embarrassed, even his face was turning red.

Because she was protecting her mind, she couldn’t even check her facial expressions, which were rare.

“I-I wasn’t spying on you, I was waiting to ask you for a favor.”

“Hmm.”

Well. Because I’m used to being watched by Han Chae-yoon.

“It’s true! Come on, follow me for a moment!”

The place where Han Chae-yoon held Lee Han’s hand and led him to a small garden was.

In fact, it is close to the forest attached to the Magyo building, but it is a beautiful enough place that it cannot be called a garden because it has been consistently maintained as the only green space in the area.

It was a place full of flowers in the spring, and a cool breeze blowing under the shade of the fresh green grass and trees in the summer.

Since Han Chae-yoon, who had no one to rely on as a child, was taken in as her Cheonma’s disciple, it has also been her favorite place.

As they walked through the garden, the sunlight shining through the leaves of the trees illuminated the vibrant flowers blooming around them. The air was filled with the fragrant scent of flowers and the sound of rippling water.

As Han Chae-yoon walked through the winding paths of her garden, she pointed out different types of flowers to Lee Han.

Different from the appearance she originally showed at the Academy, she looked much more like a girl.

Even though she didn’t see with her mind’s eye, she couldn’t help but notice that her laughter sounded like music to her ears.

But as they went deeper into her garden, Han Chae-yoon’s attitude changed.

She became quiet and gloomy and fixed her eyes on the wildflower bushes in the distance.

There, once beautiful flowers were now withering and dying.

“A virus is infecting the garden and killing the plants one by one.”

Han Chae-yoon’s voice as she stroked the withered flower was almost a whisper.

“It’s like watching a tragedy unfold before my eyes.”

She looked back at Lee Han with tearful eyes.

“I know. Master is infected. And like this flower, he will wither and eventually turn black…”

Her voice was choked with emotion.

“… Master will protect this place, and when he reaches the point where he can no longer stop the blackening with his own strength, he will kill himself.”

As Han Chae-yoon approached Lee Han, she held back tears and spoke in a soft voice.

“I respect and love her as a disciple of the Heavenly Demon, so I don’t want her to die. But I can’t stand watching her suffer like this.”

Han Chae-yoon plucked the diseased flower with her own hands.

“The reason I called you here. I’ll tell you now.”

She took a deep breath.

Lee Han could guess what Han Chae-yoon was going to say.

For her martial arts people, taking one’s own life is an extremely shabby end to one’s life.

Even more so if it is a being like the Heavenly Demon.

However, Han Chae-yoon’s mouth could not be opened in the end.

Is it because I feel sorry?

Lee Han opened her mouth on her behalf.

“When the time comes, you will ask me to dance with Heavenly Demon, right?”

Because that would be the best euthanasia for the martial arts people.

I also understood why Han Chae-yoon couldn’t cut down the Heavenly Horse on her own.

Even though she was born as the child of the leader of the Black Cat, she is virtually an outcast thanks to her natural constitution.

It’s her thousand miles that have brought her to this point. Han Chae-yoon’s girlish side that was hidden in the original work.

Because it was hidden here with the Heavenly Demon.

Han Chae-yoon bowed her head in silence.

“I guess that’s too much. I’m sorry.”

And it’s unfortunate.

“Yes. It’s impossible.”

Lee Han answered.

Han Chae-yoon collapses in her seat.

It is natural that it is unreasonable.

I am not a martial artist who lives that way.

More than anything.

Another side of Han Chae-yoon.

Han Chae-yoon, who is shedding tears like that right now, is her support and Jun cannot tear down the world.

“Instead.”

One possibility appeared.

Lee Han bit his lip.

‘I was so obsessed with the original work.’

The black painting, the demon world, and an even greater rule that she thought were absolutely impossible.

I realized this when I saw the Heavenly Demon opposing it.

“There is a way to save the Heavenly Demon.”

There is a way to save it.

It is not just the Heavenly Demon.

Both my lost eyesight and this damn novel.

And the stupid guy trapped in that novel.

“So, you help me too.”

I grabbed Han Chae-yoon and got her up.

It’s time to go catch the monster.