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Translator: Goku

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◈ I Became a Villain Perfect for Leveling Up

Chapter 008

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A Curse to Someone (1)

In a world not yet fallen into ruin, there were no proper monsters.

Occasionally, I encountered wild animals, but they were non-threatening herbivores like deer or rabbits.

If there was one noteworthy point.

It was that despite never having eaten since being possessed here, I didn't feel hungry.

It seemed the desire for appetite had been completely erased from my brain, having experienced death too many times.

So, for several days, I ran without rest, only looking forward.

It was also a psychotic obsession, hoping that a portal might appear somewhere and send me back to Earth.

As someone who got possessed to this world after everything before my eyes turned into data, at times I felt a fear that I myself might be mere data.

I wanted to show my situation to the past philosophers who sought to prove their own existence.

If they were to observe my existence, they might have gone mad on the spot and committed suicide.

But because I was an existence not even permitted death.

I began to go mad in order not to go mad within this endless, brain-gnawing cycle.

To run endlessly for three days without sleep, food, or rest was an eccentricity that, in one’s right mind… no, it was something one wouldn’t even attempt in one’s right mind.

My throat, which had been desperately supplying oxygen, was dry and cracked, emitting only a metallic, bloody scent.

My bare feet, which had run across a dirt path full of twigs and stones, were so severely scraped that the bone was visible.

Thud—

Then, my foot caught on an unseen tree root, and I tumbled forward.

“Guhk!!”

Falling on a slope, my twisted balance didn't easily return.

I rolled, and rolled.

And rolled again.

I crashed into trees, was pricked by twigs, and the skin on my back, caught on stones, was terribly torn.

My body, having unintentionally begun its descent by rolling down the steep slope, rolled for almost four more minutes before finally stopping upon reaching a gentle slope.

“....”

No groans escaped me due to the pain of fractures throughout my body.

This was because my parched throat was too painful to let out a sound.

Death was clearly approaching, but now I wasn't afraid at all.

Anyway, I would just come back to life if I died, and the vessel of my existence was too vast to care about such feelings.

I deeply envied the five NPCs who had fully inherited memories and stats.

Unlike them, I had plummeted from level 999 to level 10 and was brought here without a single one of my numerous pieces of equipment.

The hierarchy, where no one could oppose me in the 1st Playthrough, had been reversed, and my teeth grinded at this damned reality where I had to live at the bottom of the food chain.

“....”

Equipment.

If only I had at least some equipment....

If there had been equipment that could at least block a single blade strike, my fate would have been different.

Instead of being a level-up shuttle, killed at every opportunity.

In that situation, I quietly recalled some useful pieces of equipment.

Thanks to living as a heinous murderer in the 1st Playthrough and collecting all the equipment, weapons suitable for the situation quickly came to mind.

‘To deal with multiple mobs, the Beast’s Hammer…, to catch fast-moving mobs, the Vagabond’s Dagger.’

I narrowed down the list in my head as much as possible, selecting the weapons commonly known as overpowered.

However, I needed a weapon that had an overwhelming advantage in dealing with people, not equipment for fighting monsters.

‘…For one-on-one combat against people….’

While there were so many good pieces of equipment for fighting monsters that even players debated over them.

For combat against people, everyone universally called one weapon the strongest, without such debate.

‘Freud’s Fang.’

A dagger obtainable by defeating Freud, the giant serpent guarding the Labyrinth of Fissures.

Just hearing its name, one might ask how a mere dagger could be used for combat against people.

But Freud’s Fang had a special gimmick.

A gimmick where, if the weapon was fed the player’s blood, it would react to the owner’s power and transform from a fang into a long, segmented whip-sword.

Of course, that gimmick alone didn't mean it possessed overwhelming anti-personnel combat ability.

The reason Freud's Fang became the undisputed top-tier in anti-personnel combat was due to its cheat-like paralysis stat that appeared after weapon transformation.

Its high paralysis stat, capable of inflicting paralysis status effect with just two casual hits on humanoid enemies, showed performance worthy of attracting the attention of hardcore PVP players within just one day of release.

For this reason, I remember easily paralyzing and killing several troublesome NPCs with this weapon in the 1st Playthrough.

With Freud’s Fang, I wouldn’t have to worry about dying anymore.

…It’s funny that I’m still thinking about killing NPCs, even now.

Even though they, who were clearly just codes different from reality, have now become living, breathing humans.

“…Haa.”

A hollow laugh escaped me, pitiful at myself for thinking of killing people even in a dying state.

“Kuhk…. Kuh-heheheut….”

It's ironic that after being here and enduring all sorts of pain, I must paradoxically accept to escape this world.

《 Eirene, Carmen, Maeve, Altair, Sigrun 》

If I want to return home, I'll definitely have to kill these five who block my path.

Their stories, whatever they might be, were none of my concern.

Aren't they, after all, people who try to kill me without even listening to a word?

If, no matter what I think of myself, I am merely perceived as a villain by them.

“…Alright. I’ll give them what they want.”

I fully intend to live up to their belief.

Raising my head, I looked at the sky, and a vast, cloudless, clear paradise unfolded.

It was truly beautiful, a sky so blue, unlike anything seen anywhere on Earth.

* * *

“....”

That damned message window, announcing my clearly deserved resurrection, didn't appear.

Opening my eyes in confusion and checking my entire body, most of the injuries sustained while rolling down the mountain had been healed.

My arm, whose bones had been shattered into dozens of pieces, was reattached, and my leg, which had bent in places it shouldn't, was perfectly fine.

“…Who on earth.”

It seems someone found me dying in the forest and treated me.

…Rather than bothering with this kind of treatment, dying would have been a much faster cure.

“…Haa.”

Exhaling a sigh at the chilling realization that my way of thinking was diverging from ordinary people, I looked around.

A cabin.

It was a small wooden house, exactly the size one would call a cabin.

Beside the bed I was lying on, there was a wooden chair, still warm, as if someone had just been sitting there.

There was nothing more noteworthy inside the cabin.

‘…Is this the home of someone with no connection to me?’

The tension that had been tightly wound eased a little at the fact that it was a reassuring hideout.

On the bed, which was hard but provided enough support for my injured body, I carefully moved myself.

Creak—

At that moment, the cabin door opened, and someone was seen entering, holding a bowl of porridge in their hand.

“...!!”

With fear constricting my entire body, I pressed my back against the wall as if in a seizure.

My breathing, which had been steady, suddenly hitched, and I couldn't properly draw breath.

“Why, why are you here…?”

Light blue bobbed hair.

And those distinctive, faded, hazy eyes.

The one who had saved me was none other than Eirene.

The woman who had cruelly killed me countless times at the Abandoned Academy.

Why is this woman here?

My questioning lasted only a moment, then Eirene casually approached me and thrust the bowl of porridge forward.

Surely she didn’t poison the porridge?

As soon as that thought struck me, I swatted the bowl away with my hand.

The bowl of still-warm porridge spilled onto the floor with a soft plop, echoing quietly in the cabin.

“....”

Eirene, who had quietly watched the bowl fall from her hand, then looked at me and began to freeze everything around her.

“…I saved you because you were pitifully dying.”

“Who asked you to save me…?! Cough!!”

I never asked to be saved.

Why would I, who resurrects after death, bother to beg for my life?

It would be utter nonsense, like trying to attach a prosthetic limb to someone with perfectly healthy arms and legs.

Just as Eirene’s chill began to spread from my neck, and my breathing gradually started to cease.

“Lick it up.”

She pointed with her finger at the spilled bowl of porridge on the floor.

That…, she wants me to eat it?

“If you don’t eat it, I’ll kill you.”

“…Just kill me.”

Since the window indicating a checkpoint change hadn't appeared, Eirene would be at a disadvantage if she killed me now.

Thus, I smiled viciously and raised my middle finger at her.

“You’re… not much different from me now, are you?”

Just as I was about to close my eyes, mocking Eirene, who had changed to be not much different from me in the 1st Playthrough.

“No…, no, no….”

The menacing chill receded, and Eirene began to mutter something like a madwoman, clutching her head.

“I’m like you…? Me!! That can’t be!!”

“Kuhk!!”

She then shouted, shoving my shoulder, and we tumbled onto the bed together.

“You’re a murderer…! There’s no way you and I are the same!!”

Eirene, who had mounted my stomach and subdued me with monstrous strength, placed her hand on my face and pressed her thumb into my left eyeball.

“Kuaaak!!!”

Her fingernail, aimed precisely at my pupil, began to tear my eyeball, and I couldn't even resist as my left eye completely lost its function.

“Haa…. Hahahahahahat…!”

As my entire left eyelid writhed and groaned in horrific, burning pain, Eirene, watching the sight, laughed like a madwoman.

Originally, she disliked seeing blood and always used the mild method of freezing me to death whenever she killed me.

But the Eirene now….

“It hurts, doesn’t it…? Because of me?”

…something was vastly different.

After finishing gouging out my eyeball, she withdrew her hand and naturally looked at the clotted blood smeared on it.

Eirene, tightly clenching her fist as if to hide the fact that her hand was trembling, then sprayed ice energy onto my eye socket, from which blood was gurgling.

“Kkeuheuk!! Aaaaargh!!”

I grabbed my left eye and screamed at the intense pain of the suddenly heightened sensory cells freezing.

Perhaps finding the sound extremely annoying, Eirene pulled out the shattered dagger tied to her waist and thrust it at my neck.

“Shut up. You don’t even have the right to scream.”

“…Kkeuhp.”

I bit my lips until they bled, desperately cutting off my scream, and only then did she seem to breathe freely, removing the dagger and leaning her backside onto my stomach.

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