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Translator: Goku

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◈ I Became a Villain Perfect for Leveling Up

Chapter 009

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A Curse to Someone (2)

“Now you look a bit like a villain…, huh?”

Eirene smiled harmlessly, as if pleased by my appearance, now a cyclops with one eye gone.

“Dean, you always have to be like a villain…. Or else I’ll be the same….”

Startled for a moment by the voice that had unconsciously slipped out, Eirene pressed her lips together and glanced at me repeatedly.

The contempt that had regarded me like a murderer just moments ago vanished from her eyes, leaving only pity.

“Don’t look at me with those eyes!!”

As her emotions were completely read by me, Eirene slapped my cheek.

As my head was knocked to the side, the frozen eyelid slightly cracked, and blood seeped out.

Noticing the stark white frost slowly turning crimson, she trembled at the shoulders.

Soon, she repeatedly performed the strange action of cautiously bringing her trembling hand to the wound, then flinching and pulling it away.

She then sprayed ice magic onto my eye area to stop the bleeding again.

As if raising a chick bought from in front of the school as a child, Eirene’s gaze towards me was twisted.

She acted without hesitation when inflicting pain, but like a sad child when death approached….

The confusion of not knowing what perspective to view the existence of Dean from seemed to be conveyed to me as well.

“You… crazy bitch….”

A perfect word to describe Eirene came to mind, and I unconsciously blurted it out.

“…What?”

I rolled my still intact right eye and glared at her.

My vision slowly focused, meeting her gaze.

“I said, you crazy bitch….”

In case she hadn't heard, I put strength into my parched throat and made sure to convey it to her.

“…….”

What must Eirene have thought, hearing herself called crazy by a crazy person?

Seeing her shoulders and pupils tremble simultaneously, it was clear she couldn't just laugh it off.

“Shut up…! Shut up!!”

Soon, her greatly enraged half-dagger was about to plunge into my neck.

“….”

It stopped dead just before the blade precisely pierced my skin.

A tiny blood drop formed on my neck, where it had barely touched.

“…Why aren’t you killing me?”

Feeling the chilling cold of the dagger, I asked why she had stopped, my tension still high.

“Before, you’d kill me at the drop of a hat, but now something’s not working out for you?”

I gently raised my hand and caressed Eirene’s cheek.

As a lover would, with affection.

Then, my hand slowly moved down, gently taking Eirene’s hand that held the dagger.

“Plunge it in.”

Simultaneously, I pulled her hand strongly, trying to stab the dagger into my neck to commit suicide, but her grip tightened, thwarting my attempt.

“…No.”

Eirene uttered a word entirely unfitting for the situation, and pulled my arm.

Weak as I was, I couldn't resist and was pulled up, my face drawing close enough to feel her breath.

“…!”

Her eyes, unfocused and hazy.

Her long eyelashes, so sharp they seemed to hurt if pricked.

Her lips were chapped and dark circles hung beneath her eyes, as if from severe emotional distress, but even that only added to Eirene’s decadent beauty.

Just as I was mesmerized by her beauty, enough to forget the fact that Eirene had killed me.

“…Dean, you mustn’t die. You must live to pay for your sins.”

Eirene’s sharp declaration rang out.

“If you die, you’ll just disappear somewhere, won’t you?”

As sharp as her voice, her judgment was equally keen.

Eirene, who had already known I was provoking her to die, gazed at my left eyelid, frozen and stained with blood.

In that lingering gaze, I felt a sense of fear and an indescribable excitement.

The precarious thrill of not having my life taken by a predator.

A thrill one might feel only when watching a horror movie.

Just as Eirene’s lips approached.

I was about to close my eyes, but belatedly came to my senses and pulled my face back.

“!!!”

As the distance grew, Eirene, who had been staring blankly at me, belatedly realized what she had been about to do and hastily pushed me away.

It made no sense why Eirene would try to kiss someone she ought to hate at all times.

It was a situation one might see in a romantic comedy, yet in contrast, both had experienced killing each other.

“You…. You’re crazy, Eirene.”

Flustered by her sudden action, I scolded Eirene, my tongue getting twisted.

“….”

She, who had been sending a subtle gaze whose emotions were utterly unpredictable, eventually dismounted from my stomach and silently cleaned up the porridge spilled on the floor with a lack of energy.

While wiping away the traces of the spilled porridge on the floor, she dry-heaved repeatedly.

After cleaning up all the porridge, she took the bowl and left the cabin, then returned with the bowl refilled with porridge.

“…Nom.”

Simultaneously, as if to show me, she scooped some porridge with a wooden spoon, put it into her own mouth, and swallowed it.

It seemed like an action meant to convey, ‘See? There’s no poison, is there?’

Walking softly, Eirene sat on the bed, scooped a spoonful of porridge, and held it to my mouth.

“Eat.”

“…….”

“Please.”

But I tightly shut my mouth and absolutely refused to eat the porridge.

It wasn't a matter of whether it contained poison or not.

Who would want to eat porridge made by a murderer who had cruelly slaughtered me?

Thinking that a mere ordinary food had passed through her hands, instead of stimulating my appetite with its sweet aroma, it made me want to vomit.

“Eat it!!”

Eirene, her hands trembling as if she hated herself for feeding me, strongly yelled at me.

Instinctively fearing that voice, I slowly opened my mouth.

Soon, porridge of neither hot nor cold temperature squeezed into my mouth.

It had been so long since I’d had proper food; the stinging sensation that vibrated throughout my jaw strongly activated my parched salivary glands.

Only then did I realize how incredibly hungry I was.

Unconsciously, tears streamed from my eyes, and I could no longer refuse the porridge Eirene offered.

I was immortal, but I wasn't immortal until just before death.

Not to the extent of surviving even by completely forgoing food and drink.

…I was merely one who returned from death.

With the simple act of merely accepting a single serving of food, I profoundly felt how small and pathetic an existence I was.

“…Well done.”

As I endlessly accepted the porridge like a baby bird until the bowl was nearly empty, Eirene wiped the porridge from the corner of my mouth with her thumb and patted me.

At that action, I wanted to curse immediately, but following the proverb that the calm before the storm is the most terrifying, I didn't utter a single word.

After acting like a crazy bitch, now she acted so normally that I felt a fear akin to having a ticking time bomb by my side.

Eirene put the bowl down on the floor, then climbed onto the bed, pinned me down, and fiddled with my eye area.

Her light blue bobbed hair fell loosely, drawing a curtain over our faces.

The subtle distance in a relationship devoid of love didn't seem inclined to close further.

“…I don’t know.”

Then, Eirene, who had been silently meeting my gaze, mouthed something.

Her voice was so faint, barely audible unless one concentrated, even with our close proximity.

“I… I don’t know if you’re truly a bad person.”

Eirene seemed to harbor a great question about my existence.

“Dean, are you… truly the murderer I know…?”

The Dean she knew was a slaughter-demon who killed people without hesitation.

But the Dean now was merely a powerless and fragile human.

Even his personality was completely different.

Could the Dean of the past and the Dean of the present be called the same person?

My face was reflected in her pale, snow-mountain-like eyes.

“Even if I tell you, you won’t believe me.”

I indifferently replied to the question Eirene posed.

“Besides, we’re not the type to share such things, are we?”

“…….”

The existence you see in me is probably nothing more than a prized possession that should never change, like a parrot in a cage.

We’re probably just like a master and a parrot, exchanging words that don’t truly reach each other.

And so, I.

Crunch-

bit my tongue.

After diligently chewing the base of my tongue with my molars until the tip was sufficiently mangled.

“Wait! Stop!!”

Before Eirene, who had noticed my self-harm, could intervene, I shoved my hand into my mouth and tore off the injured part of my tongue.

With a grotesque tearing sensation, my eyes rolled back from the instantaneous pain that felt like my brain was being pulled out, but I forced myself to stay conscious.

However, despite enduring such pain, despair settled over me at the fact that the severed piece of my tongue wasn't very large.

At this rate…, it would probably just stop at a slightly severe bleeding.

I pushed Eirene away, who was hastily trying to stop the bleeding from my tongue, and threw the piece of tongue flesh at her.

“Don’t come closer….”

I had tried to say 'Don’t come close,' but my tongue couldn’t function properly, resulting in a bizarre pronunciation.

I think it was like this with Carmen, too.

“Ptui.”

I spat out the metallic-tasting blood that had begun to spread in my mouth, and then plunged my finger directly into my left eyeball.

“Guh…. Aaaargh!!!”

It hurts.

But if biting my tongue couldn’t kill me, then this was the only method left.

Breaking the ice of the frozen eyeball Eirene had created, I pushed my finger into a place where foreign objects absolutely shouldn't go.

“Haaak… Guh-aaack!!”

As I pushed my finger further into the thin bone felt at the back, a cracking sensation accompanied an intense pain, as if something that should never open had opened.

I’m dying.

If things continue like this, I will surely die.

“No… no, no!!!”

Eirene, who only came to her senses as the end approached, hastily froze my eye area and tongue, attempting emergency treatment.

But my lifeline was already aflame, fiercely burning towards death.

…I shouldn’t attempt such a suicide again from now on.

It’s too painful, and not even efficient.

“…Goodbye, Eirene.”

The life flashing before my eyes, generated by my convulsing brain, was not a welcome sight for me.

《 Perk ‘Addicted to Defeat’ activation failed!

- Target not found. 》

《 Resurrecting at checkpoint. LOADING… 》

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