Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

Chapter 263  [End] [He Who Shouldn't Exist] [5] [Shyamal]

CLANG!!!

Roen used the dagger in his hand to deflect the tens of blackish hands that threatened to grab Bradyn.

"Urgh!"

But before he could even balance himself, a hand punched his guts, sending him crashing against Bradyn.

Their bodies flew back before Roen balanced himself, landing on the ground.

"Hehehe."

Shyamal giggled as she played with her scythe.

Her smile looked inhuman, distorting her beautiful face.

"She is strong."

Roen commented, glancing at Bradyn, who glared at her.

"I can see that," he replied, steadying himself. "Do you need help?"

"No, she may be strong," Roen replied, walking towards her, "but not strong enough."

He took out another dagger as he rushed towards her.

As soon as he reached close, Shyamal swung her scythe horizontally in a wide arc.

Roen scoffed at her stupidity as he ducked before digging his feet deeper.

But his instincts kicked in as the ground below him turned pitch black, swallowing everything.

He jumped back, trying to evade it, but a hand conjured from the ground quickly grabbed his leg.

"Urghh!!"

He groaned in pain as his body slammed hard on the ground.

But...

...that wasn't the only pain he felt.

His gaze turned to look at his leg, which had become abnormally dry as if 'life' itself was sucked out of it.

Slick!! He quickly cut the hand grabbing his leg as he flew back.

Shyamal elegantly walked towards him with the same crazed smile on her face.

"It doesn't feel good, right?" She asked, noticing how he was having a hard time standing.

Shyamal always used to hold back her powers while fighting with Azariah.

But not now.

She could corrupt his life without limiting herself.

Roen roared in frustration as he rushed towards her once again, forcing his damaged leg to move.

His hand raised in front as he conjured two different magic circles overlapping one another.

A barrage of crimson fire fueled by the wind rushed towards Shyamal.

The crown on her head glowed softly, and the next instant, pitch-black fire engulfed her scythe.

She swung her scythe in a wide arc, tearing through the spell with ease.

Roen's amber eyes widened in fear.

He could vaugly see...

...The fire was corrupting the mana itself.

Shyamal raised the burning scythe over her head, her muscles aching as she swung it down with full force.

Roen raised his arms, crossing them around his face.

Boom!!

The blade came down, slicing through his hands.

The shockwave of her attack sent his body crashing to the ground.

"ARGHH!!!"

He screamed in pain, struggling to move back to his feet.

But before he could, Shyamal stepped on his chest, aligning her scythe close to his neck.

Roen's amber eyes only held fear now as the cold blade of her scythe touched his neck.

"...No."

Shyamal whispered, a hand materializing beside her, punching Bradyn away, who tried to sneak up on her.

"An easy death would be too good for you." She smiled softly as she bent a little.

"Urghh, move!"

Roen struggled but could only look helplessly as her finger touched his forehead.

"Live in insanity," she whispered before a blackish miasma entered his mind.

Roen's amber eyes turned black; his body turned limp.

His own mind got trapped in a corrupted world, forcing him to live with true horror for as long as his body remained alive.

"Sigh."

Shyamal sighed as she turned back towards Bradyn, who stood up coughing.

His eyes stared at Roen's limp body before shifting back to Shyamal.

"Fuck it."

Without thinking, he rushed towards Althea, who stood at the side, frozen.

"Argh!!"

Tens of hands emerged from the ground, grabbing him from different directions, restraining him while stretching his body.

"Bradyn, oh Bradyn," Shyamal chirped as she walked towards him, the blackish hands removing his clothes. "Where are you running?"

"Unhand me, bitch!"

He roared, glaring at her as she stood in front of him.

"Right, don't you like torturing people?" She asked with a smile as she raised her hand. "Let's see."

She conjured a magic circle in her hand.

A large chunk of water materialized in the air.

Her crown glowed softly once again, boiling the water.

And just as it started to vaporize...

"Ughhhh!!!"

Shyamal threw it at Bradyn.

His skin turned bright red, but it wasn't enough to cause fatal damage.

"Hmm~ hmm~."

Shyamal hummed in delight as the blackish hands grabbed Roen's dagger, bringing it towards her.

"W-what are you doing!?"

He screamed in fear, his face slowly moving closer to her.

"Scream more, Bradyn!" Shyamal yelled with a delightful laugh.

She grabbed his face, snapping it sideways as she gently sliced the skin from his forehead to his jaw.

"Ahhhh, stop! Stop!"

Bradyn's screams echoed as her hand gently dug into his sliced skin.

She grinned as she slowly started to peel off the skin from his face.

Bradyn's screams turned even more horrifying as the skin on his face was completely removed.

His facial muscles twitched violently as the wind collided with them.

"Ah, this is fun~," Shyamal whispered quietly as she dug the dagger into the center of his chest just below his neck. "I wonder if Az will praise me if I tell him about this."

Ignoring his screams, she made a shallow cut on his chest to his stomach.

Althea started to vomit at the gruesome sight as she turned away.

She grinned widely as she once again dug her fingers into his wound, slowly stretching the skin, peeling it off.

"...Help, no more."

His screams slowly started to die out, turning into desperate pleas.

Shyamal smiled sweetly. "Don't worry, we still have a lot of time."

She let his skin hang around his body without completely ripping it off.

She moved towards his side, inserting the blade into his collarbone.

"Hm?"

But she stopped as she felt a weird abnormality.

She looked around the place, noticing the changes in mana.

...They seemed to be playful, as if happy about something.

Like moths attracted to light, they moved towards the other side of the island.

"...Weird."

Shyamal mumbled before shrugging. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Her hand moved, returning to skinning Bradyn alive.

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"Huff...."

A cold mist escaped Esmeray as she looked down at the island from high above.

Her platinum hair flurted with the air while her lifeless grey eyes gazed clearly at the events unfolding below.

She hid her presence, ensuring no one could find her.

Her plan worked, and she could see everything going accordingly.

It would only be a matter of time before the empire learned about the missing students, but by then, it would already be too late.

...Everything would be done before that.

Her gaze moved towards the opposite side of the island, where a huge tree loomed closer to it.

"So you finally showed yourself, huh?" she mumbled as her gaze landed on the man sitting on the throne.

But her body turned around as she spoke coldly. "...And so did you, Sam."

The atmosphere blurred as a man appeared, hovering in the air, wearing a vintage black suit.

His dull black eyes stared at her, with midnight black hair hidden beneath his old hat.

"You got me," Sam said with a smile, clasping his hands behind him.

"Are you here to enjoy the show?" she asked coldly, looking at him.

"Frankly, yes," he replied, raising his hand. "I mean, how can I miss such a good show?"

"Return where you came from before I kill you," Esmeray ordered as she turned around.

"Is that how you talk to your elders?" Sam asked as he hovered beside her. "I am thousands of years older than you, remember?"

"Kill yourself, Sam," she whispered without looking at him.

Sam chuckled before he mumbled, "Though I must say, you won majestically against Elohim."

Esmeray quietly glanced at him.

"Elohim can only send 'them' once," he said with a smile. "...And now he has to choose whether to send 'them' to kill you or save his Avatar."

"He is foolish," Esmeray commented.

"No, you just forced him," Sam chuckled.

"By killing his Avatar before, you forced Elohim to use a huge chunk of his divinity to revive him while, at the same time, making him enemies of beings he was always wary of."

"..."

Esmeray ignored his words as her gaze landed on Azariah.

"It was so flawless that I couldn't help but wonder," Sam said, making her glance at him. "...Is this really the first time you're fighting against him?"

"...What are you trying to say?" Esmeray asked, without a speck of emotion.

"Nothing," Sam shrugged. "Oh, Sabaoth's Avatar is here as well—."

His words abruptly halted as the atmosphere around him twisted.

The wind transformed into thousands of purple spikes impaling his body from every direction.

They all yanked back at once, shredding his body into countless pieces.

"Haha, looks like you're not in a good mood," Sam's voice echoed around her before slowly trailing off. "...Well, I'll enjoy the show from somewhere else."

"Tch, annoying pest," Esmeray clicked her tongue as she took out her phone.

It rang once before the person picked it up.

"Everything ready?" she asked.

"Yes, my lady," Adaliah's voice echoed from the other side.

"Hm," she hummed in response before returning her gaze to the island.

"..."

But when she peered about, her sight fell on someone.

For a fleeting moment, she assumed it was a coincidence, but as time passed, her gaze did not shift.

The girl's blue hair fluttered as she gazed at Esmeray from thousands of meters away.

Christina's lips curled into a smile.

...Her lips moved slowly.

Esmeray read her lips.

"Come at me, you bitch."