The Villain's Story



I hurriedly took a step back. The knight that was guarding the palace rushed at me with its twin blades, now covered in a tapestry of vile shadows that seemed to cut through the air itself.

Whatever It is, I can conclude that it is dangerous, and I don't want it to come into contact with me. Even If I had skin as hard as steel and mana supporting me all around, It is better to avoid taking the risk.

I parried his swords with the Ame-No-Sakahoko and just when I was about to counterattack, the mage from the sky fired a deadly bolt of shadow at me. I dodged it at a hair's breadth and jumped away from the horde.

How troublesome.

When I attack I am attacked and When I defend I am attacked…from all sides.

Truly, this is annoying.

The twin sword knight leads the charge, the golden knight supports him and the Mage protects them.

A perfect trio, which is why it is all quite troublesome.

[Frost spikes have been cast.]

I cast a spell. Frost spikes erupted from my figure and lodged themselves into the hordes of undead. However, I only managed to kill a few hundred of the lesser ones.

The greater ones are still alive and are causing trouble for me.

The knight with two swords…I should take care of him first. But How?

He is relentless, he charges at me provided any chance he gets. He is protected by the endless horde, the golden knight, and the mage in the skies.

All empowered by the shadow energy that is as dense as water in this city now.

However…that is not the thing that unsettles me most.

The Shadow Borne has disappeared.

I cannot locate him in the skies and that is what troubles me. And that too significantly.

In this entire city, filled to the brim with undead. His disappearance is eerie.

I dodged the attack of the Golden Knight. He swung his large sword vertically. The ground beneath me shattered like it was glass, debris flew everywhere.

Although it did more damage to the undead, I'm afraid to say.

My sense of balance has been disturbed.

The places I can run to in the city are also limited…And I am afraid to go into the skies.

Who knows…That shadow-borne could jump me out of nowhere, and these things can also spew acid. If I am in the skies that will only be detrimental to me.

Fighting the mage, the possible appearance of the Shadowborn as well as dodging the thousands of bullets of acid.

I don't want to be forced into that situation. Thankfully, the situation on the ground is better for me. It is very crowded. Only a few can fire that damn acid at me.

I blocked the sword of the knight that guarded the palace.

'Eh?'

I thought. One?

Where is the other?

Before I could pinpoint it, the golden knight had tackled me. Like a ferocious bull he drove me into some buildings and they all crashed.

Although this is not painful…Why is the Golden Knight doing this?

I wondered As I threw him away and focused my attacks on him.

He barely managed to block my spear, and the support from the rest of the Undead would come later.

Why would he do this? Does chivalry still remain in his bones or is he just brain dead?

Why isolate me? Why make it so that Only he and I are here? Far from the undead.

I used mana sense and scanned the surroundings, and found it odd.

The undead have stopped.

No, it would be more correct to say that they have been obstructed. The knight had tackled me and turned the buildings, which were already rotting away and were not in the best condition into rubble.

The rubble acted as a sort of…Barrier I suppose one could say. It would be quite difficult to get past it. Especially for the normal undead.

"Why?"

I said, trying to see if the knight actually had even a speck of consciousness left or not.

But that was just a pipe dream it seems.

The golden knight charged at me relentlessly, having lost all his magnificent techniques and just resorting to brute strength.

Of course, because of the empowerment from the shadow, even those attempts at swordsmanship were terrifying.

The sheer brute strength possessed by him was incredibly strong.

"Huh?"

I kicked the knight away when I found an opening. My kick was strong enough to cause his armor to cave in and crush his chest. But even then the power of shadows controlled his body like a puppet and forced him to fight.

I hurriedly dodged the sword of the guardian knight and stabbed him with the Ame-No-Sakahko.

[Heavenly Sky Spear.]

-|First movement|-

~Heavenly Thrust~

The impact was so powerful it bypassed the power of shadows, nay, it destroyed it completely and the spear pierced his body.

But it was then I realized my fatal mistake.

I had pierced him, the ame-no-sakahoko had completely pierced him.

And that was what my mistake was.

These are undead…they will not die if I do not kill the shadow borne.

"Fuck."

I cursed, regretting my actions. The rashness had truly put me in a 'difficult' spot.

The guardian knight grabbed the body of the Ame-No-Sakahoko and began to walk towards me.

The strength it possessed made it difficult for me to let go of the spear.

Sensing another attack approaching, I quickly covered my hands with a layer of ice and caught the sword of the golden knight.

The sheer size of the sword, coupled with the strength of the Golden Knight proved highly problematic. The ground beneath me caved in as a result of the sheer force.

The guardian knight attacked me with his bare fists, and even sprayed some acid on me. Thankfully, I moved my head to avoid the majority of the acid.

'The undead will regenerate…'

I thought. If the undead regenerates no matter what…What will happen if I completely turn their bodies to dust? To atoms?

Will the power of shadows still save them or will it be useless to recover?

No harm in testing it out!

I channeled my mana into the Ame-No-Sakahoko…and let it run amok.

Simply put, I released it from the spear all at once. And the Guardian knight exploded.

Reduced to Atoms, Would that fit?

Anyway, My conclusion was correct. The body did not regenerate, instead the power of shadow that had enhanced its body moved toward the Golden Knight,

But I can't just let it do that, Now Can I?

I set up a gravity field and pinned the lump of shadow to the ground.

And then the tower's voice resounded in my mind.

[You shouldn't have done that…You are not the only one who dabbled in space.]

Eh?

Ah…fuck.

The mana signatures of the undead surrounding me disappeared…and appeared right above me.

And because of the gravity field, they all catapulted towards me.

Pretty soon, I was drowning in a sea of Undead.

[This is a magnificent play! The hero who wrecked through everything now learns his lesson!]

The tower's voice echoed throughout the city.

[I look forward to seeing what kind of end awa-]

𝕲𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑...

[What?]

A chilling atmosphere came upon the city in an instant as the tower expressed its confusion at Alan's words...then it dawned upon it.

[So you still had something up your sleeve huh…]

It said…as it marveled at the sight before it.

The ground beneath the sea of Undead trembled in response to the mana of frost, that even overpowered the shadow energy for some time.

A large, intricate magic circle, resembling an exquisitely detailed snowflake, materialized beneath the feet of the undead. It stretched outwards, its crystalline patterns etching themselves into the ground like frozen lace. Each facet of the snowflake glowed with an ethereal blue light, casting an eerie, frosty radiance upon the city. It created a truly splendid combination with the ominous purple of Shadow already plaguing the city.

But that changed. The frost overpowered the shadows.

Above the magic circle, dark clouds gathered in a swirling vortex, their ominous shadows contrasting starkly against the pristine whiteness of the snow. The temperature plummeted dramatically, causing the very air to crystallize.

The undead stopped. Everything stopped. One may even think time itself has been frozen.

And then it resumed once again, but it was devastating.

𝕮𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖆𝖕𝖘𝖊!

From the center of the magic circle, from Alan Peccator, a cataclysmic force erupted. A colossal pillar of glacial energy surged skyward, encapsulating everything in its path. The very city quaked as the power of winter was harnessed, and the surrounding landscape was transformed into a frozen tableau of destruction. Even the Shadow borne felt a chill run down its spine.

The icy torrent swept forth with a relentless fury, freezing all in its wake. The buildings were encased in glittering ice, their forms locked in a frozen embrace. The ground itself cracked and shattered, unable to withstand the raw, elemental power. What could the undead do when the world was unable to do anything?

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙂𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝘾𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙥𝙨𝙚.

𝙏𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙯𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙪𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙!