How to Play a Villainous Boss 65

Chapter 65 – Ah~ It’s Ruined~ (7)

“…Finally, finally found.”

Violens felt her heart swell so much that she could hardly breathe. It was a sensation she felt for the second time in her life. The first was when she usurped her throne with the power she received from a sealed demon. It was more intense now than then, if not less. The remains of the former warrior he so desperately searched for, the strongest puppet that can deal with that man. She had finally found it.

A hill with countless weapons instead of a cemetery, a warrior’s grave. Among them, the remains she was looking for were buried under the most shabby and inconspicuous sword. It was not difficult to tell whether a remains found in this graveyard, where numerous bodies were buried, belonged to a warrior or not. That would be too…

Because the remains were not rotten at all.

“Hurry up and move these remains to the prepared place. I will be ready quickly and go there.”

“I’ll follow your orders!”

The body of the person who saved the world, lifted from a dark mound of dirt. It was as it appeared in the old story, with no place to rot, even after hundreds of years had passed.

“What she said was true. Then… You can really get it. Absolute power that no one dares to surpass. The power to completely rule the world…”

Her eyes, intoxicated by the power she was about to get her hands on, were more, never less, than those of a lunatic addicted to a dangerous drug she was forbidden to touch. After a while, Violence finished her preparations and reached the center of the warrior’s tomb, where the ceremony was to take place. There was a stone altar prepared by her loyal servants, the Royal Knights. At the center of the altar, the pale remains of a warrior who had been living in their last moments for a long time were neatly placed. And in front of the altar, a knight sat on his knees with his head bowed.

Violence met her eyes with the knight. There was no fear in the knight’s eyes. Under the influence of her powers, her knights were already fully subservient to her. Her words are enough for her to use her own life as if it were expendable for her sake. Of course, this guy was a loyal guy who was loyal even before he got that power.

Although it was very regrettable that he had to kill the few loyalists with his own hands, Violence made a calm decision. In chess terms, she is promoting a ‘pawn’ to a ‘queen’. A loyal knight is good for her, but what she needs most now is a puppet with her strongest weapon.

Violence held her prepared object in her hand. She said that the curved blade of her ceremonial dagger she held was reminiscent of her crescent moon. Violence focused her own power on the dagger she held in her hand. Concentrating her power to obey and dominate others into her dagger, she raised her arms holding her sword high above her head. A strange dark blue light shimmered from the cool blade of the dagger, leaving an afterimage. A chilling wind from somewhere began to dance around her and around her altar.

“Violence, stop being stupid right now.”

And just in time, the man she had been waiting for the most had arrived. Her Royal Knights stood in her way, but her man shouted at her as if they didn’t care.

“You’re just being used by them! The bitch who said she would rule over everyone and reign as the one and only ruler, are you going to act as a puppet for the Transcendentalists! Is that the power you really want!”

Sounds funny. What he says is a lie to deceive me. I was afraid of the power I would gain in the future, so I was just saying anything. But to no avail. I will no longer be afraid of you, but you will be afraid of me.

The whispers of the dead, inaudible to the ears of the living, were transmitted through the wind, and the coldness of death and the heat of hell pounded the ground alternately. The man, Ragnar Armageddon, wanted to disrupt this noble ceremony, but loyal knights devoted themselves to stopping it. Soon, without any warning, at that moment when the moon covered the sun rising in the sky and the world was instantly engulfed in darkness, Violence shot down with the blade in his hand with determination.

“No!!”

Violence’s dagger pierced the knight’s heart. Red hot blood gushing out of the knight’s armor was scattered over the body, which had already stopped all biological activities.

The moment of only 10 minutes when the goddess in charge of light cannot see the world without power. The moment when the world is engulfed in darkness. The boundary between life and death is blurring, and the dead who fell asleep in the distant past will gain a new life.

With the life of the living as a sacrifice, the dead will return to this world again, crossing the blurred boundary of death.

The blood pouring out of the knight’s body like a fountain dyed the former warrior’s remains red for a while, and the warrior’s corpse began to absorb the red blood that poured over it like a sponge absorbing water. At the same time, black blood poured out of the corpse’s mouth. The fire of life of the living burned the hottest for the last time at the moment it was dying out, and the heat warmed and melted the hardened blood in the body of the lion. Then, the dead blood was vomited out, and the blood that poured out of the body of the knight began to flow instead of the remains of the empty hero.

“Gee, goddamn… Stupid bitch, do you know what you’ve done?!”

“Of course I know. I made the strongest warrior, the hero, who can’t be defeated by anyone in this world, as my puppet.”

“…Damn it. As expected, it must have been so blinded that it couldn’t see properly.”

Whatever he said, Violence didn’t care. The knight’s life had already been extinguished, and the spark of a new life had begun to burn. The body, which had not moved for hundreds of years, finally regained its vitality and began to move. Finally, the hero lying on the altar opened his eyes.

“Finally…!”

Violence immediately poured her power into the revived hero. At the moment when the hero has just revived and is unconscious, in order to control his mind with his own ability and make him obey it absolutely. As long as it wasn’t the person with the fragment, he sent a gaze that could completely dominate the opponent as it was, and Violence met the hero’s eyes. This is the end. Violence was so sure.

“…What else are you?”

“Uh?”

Until, instead of kneeling or bowing to him, the revived warrior stares straight at him with eyes that do not hide his displeasure and contempt, as if he were watching a pesky beggar grabbing him and begging in passing, and muttering annoyedly:

“What, what? How the hell…”

“Violence, you asshole…”

Ragnar Armageddon, who had bound her feet to her royal knights, threw her rebuke at her in a voice that sounded like she was truly pitiful.

“We got the power we had from the immortal dragon in the first place! And if the immortal dragon was able to subdue the warrior with its ruling ability, would it have been beaten so badly and sealed in an underground temple?!”

“…”

If you think about it, it’s a simple story that anyone can come up with with just a little thought. However, she hadn’t realized it until a moment ago. Because of her arrogance in thinking that she was a great being that everyone should be proud of? Or is it because of her hopes that Ragnar will be able to get her hands on a hand that can put pressure on Armageddon? No, no. No matter how normal she is, even if her abilities are stronger than she is, even a man who isn’t as smart as her is not a reason not to notice her quick-witted fact until just now.

[Find the remains of the buried hero. It should be easy to tell if it belongs to the hero or not. Because it wouldn’t have rotted in the slightest. And if you follow the rituals I have said, you will be able to obtain stronger power than anyone else.]

She is her Violence had a hunch. She is the woman who informed herself of this plan, what she did to herself. I don’t know what it is, but it’s probably a power that manipulates the human mind, similar to her own mastery. The fact that she had been taken by a force similar to the one she wielded, the fact that she had been thoroughly used by a woman who didn’t know what her purpose was, Violence pierced her ears and ears. I wanted to pluck out my tongue.

What is the strongest puppet? What is the ultimate unshakable power? In the first place, it was not a power that he could obtain.

And the price of coveting the territory that humans should not cross

“I just woke up, so I don’t know what’s going on, but she won’t be able to go back to sleep without feeding her properly. So, don’t blame me too much. On the contrary, you’ll be grateful to me.”

She was inflicted on her.

A burning pain in the abdomen. The hero stabbed her in the stomach without hesitation with the ceremonial dagger he snatched from her hand. Rather than being a hero, it was a miracle that only a seasoned assassin would show. A blade soaked in the blood of a knight easily pierced the skin of a fragile woman who had never been cut, and her luxurious clothes were stained bright red. Violence subconsciously looked for her own knight, but he wasn’t there.

Violence’s most faithful knight. A knight who gave her allegiance to her even before she gained her powers. She was a loyalist who never left her side under any circumstances. When her other knights swear allegiance to her kingdom, she is the one and only knight who owes her allegiance to only one of her.

Her black knight, she had already killed with her own hands.

Violence’s vision darkened after the figure of the black knight collapsed on the floor with a hole in her chest behind the hero who had risen from the altar.

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“Damn it…”

As soon as I reached my destination, I quickly realized that I was one step behind. A simple ceremonial simple altar created in a warrior’s tomb, which was filled with only weapons. And someone on the altar and Violence with a weapon. And the unusual air that drifts around. The ceremony had already begun.

It’s too early. The protagonist, the hero, hadn’t arrived yet, but Violence was already starting the ritual to end everything. I shouted to Violence to stop immediately, pushing away the royal knights who were blocking me, saying that you were being deceived, but she didn’t even pretend to hear. That dog is really…!

From the warrior who couldn’t even see what he was doing even though it was time to arrive, to Violence who did the stupid thing of strangling me even though I prayed for him to stay still… I don’t like everything from one to ten. There is nothing to be thought of. Her only way to stop her consciousness now is to kill her, but that doesn’t change anything that ruins this play. So while I couldn’t do anything, Violence thrust a sword into her loyalist’s chest and revived the dead warrior by sacrificing her black knight’s life.

It’s… A form of black magic.

Magic in this world means borrowing and wielding the power of beings from other worlds in exchange for mana. And the difference between black magic and magic is the presence or absence of sacrifice. By sacrificing what they have and offering it as a sacrifice, in exchange for it, they receive more power from beings in the other world. That’s all. However, the difference is quite large. The effect of black magic varies greatly depending on the weight of the sacrifice. And the value of this offering is of course based on the caster’s relative value.

Among these offerings, the most effective ones are those closest to people, typically family, friends, and lovers. In this way, if one truly casts magic as a sacrifice to the person he or she loves, it transcends the limits of magic and becomes truly miraculous.

The ritual of reviving the lion performed by Violence is also a type of recovery magic if you look closely at its structure. However, general recovery magic is all about healing wounds, but Violence maximizes the effect of magic by using the life of the person most precious to her as a sacrifice, not just healing the wound, but also causing the target’s body to die. It is returned to its previous state.

Eventually, the former warrior opened his eyes. According to the setup, the strongest person in this world who could never win unless he was a luminous goddess came back from the threshold of death. And…

“I just woke up, so I don’t know what’s going on, but she won’t be able to go back to sleep without feeding her properly. So, don’t blame me too much. On the contrary, you’ll be grateful to me.”

After the former hero said that, she was surprised and took the dagger used in her ritual from Violence’s hand with natural and quick movements like ours and stabbed her in the stomach. Violence, who allowed a fatal blow in a defenseless state, soon stumbled and collapsed.

“What the fuck…! Get out of the way, you idiots!”

Kwaduk! Not knowing what had happened to my master, I followed Violence’s last command and approached the fallen Violence, throwing the Royal Knights to the sides who were trying to stop me. Upon closer examination, Violence’s lower abdomen had a wound that was so serious that even a country without medical knowledge could tell that it was a serious problem. I hurriedly tore off Violence’s cloth and wrapped it around her wound to try to stop her bleeding. It was only a temporary measure learned in the army, but it was clear that he would die for real if he did not do this.

Violence is a bitch who doesn’t like me for everything she does, from how she looks, but this guy shouldn’t die here. She is tasked with meeting her death at the hands of her Luke and further completing him as her champion. So she couldn’t let her die here.

“You, too, use the same power as him.”

Cooong!

The magic in the voice is too heavy. In the meantime, I have been able to boast that I have become quite strong by acquiring this and that, but in front of the author, all of them are useless. Even if you fight here, you can never win. I felt that fact all over my body.

“She’s the same power that her goddamn lizard used. It seems that cunning snake guy gave her and you that power. Of course, even that must be playing in her grasp.”

Clink! Deuddeudeuk.

The former hero dropped the dagger that stabbed Violence in the stomach. And the former warrior… Drew her worn-out sword, which served as her tomb, which Violence had laid beside her altar where she had laid her. The weapon, which was in a form close to a blunt weapon, with its blade dull and rusted due to not being able to withstand the wind and waves of the years, regained its original shape in the hands of the hero. The dazzling sword of light that shone brilliantly became a lighthouse that illuminated the surroundings in a dark world where the sun had disappeared.

“Everyone is so pitiful. He’s being played at the hands of a woman, and nobody notices that he’s being taken advantage of. On the contrary, some even praise her. Seriously, it’s so ridiculous and disgusting that I can’t stand it.”

The overwhelming divine power emanating from the (former) warrior’s sword stung my skin. It wasn’t that I was hit directly, but that I could feel this kind of pain just being nearby. Even if this difference in power is great, it is too much. If the divine power Luke uses is the light of a small flashlight that can be held in one hand, then the light in front of her is the light of a flashbang. The difference in power was too great.

“Even if everyone is alive, she’ll only suffer. So, rather, I’ll make everyone feel better. Rather than suffer while being swayed by her, I’d rather her hold everyone’s eternal rest with my own hands.”

In a world that has lost its light, her dazzling blonde hair fluttering, her figure holding a sword made of light in her hand is resentful, but she is many times more like a goddess than the luminous goddess. If it wasn’t for the damned bullshit that came out of her mouth.

“Fuck you, crazy bitch.”

At the raw profanity that came out of her mouth, she frowned. But after a while, she resumed her terrible story with a gentle expression, like an adult accepting a child’s prank.

“You are like a pitiful lamb. But I understand you. You can say such things because you know nothing. You do not know that this world is played by a goddess, so you can dismiss my mercy as madman’s nonsense. “And I envy your ignorance so much. I wish I hadn’t known. But now that I know, there’s no turning back. Now, I’ll make it easy for you too.”

Listening to the story coming out of her mouth, I felt like I knew something. At that moment, her mouth moved almost automatically.

“What if I knew everything?”

“…What?”

“For example, the god of this world is manipulating the fate of countless people in order to get the one result he wants…”

The move I threw was a very risky gamble. But at the same time it was the only way. I looked at her as she distorted her face horribly, giving her now quite adept evil villain smile.

“Old warrior, Celestial Arcania. Your acquaintances called you Selena? Aren’t you curious? Why did you have to suffer like that, and why did the goddess make that choice?”

“…You.”

“You hate her, you hate her and you want to get revenge. But at the same time you want to know how it happened. I can tell you why? I’m not… I’m not of this world.”