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Translator: Goku
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◈ I Became a Villain Perfect for Leveling Up
Chapter 011
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A Curse to Someone (4)
From the moment the thought of simply wanting to rest dominated my entire being, all the colors of the world appeared hazy.
I couldn't even tell if the leaves of the tree stretching high into the sky were gray, green, or blue.
Did the concept of color even exist in the first place?
I couldn't even tell if I myself was a living person.
When I was possessed, I saw myself floundering in a sea of countless data; could I truly be called human?
Regardless of what happened, anyone could tell that my life was ruined.
The five NPCs targeting me.
And even the reward of +10 levels that someone could gain if they killed me.
It would have been great if all of this applied in reverse, but such a thing would never happen.
“…Let’s not think about it.”
The thought crossed my mind to return to the academy this time.
I hadn't been expelled or officially removed from the student roster.
I wondered if I should just quietly enjoy my school life there.
As the saying goes, if you want to hide a person, hide them in a city, not a forest; I felt that if I went there, no one would be able to find me.
If I brazenly showed my face at the academy, people who thought I was dead would probably be surprised, but I planned to somehow spin a story about being revived by resurrection magic.
If that doesn't work…, I guess I'll have to go find Eirene.
Whether I was tortured or had my limbs severed there, living with a woman who quietly served me didn't seem so bad.
As my thoughts kept spiraling, the puzzles in my head crumpled and burned against each other, and at some point, my thoughts ceased.
I understood why those whose spirits were broken in the ruined world became the walking dead.
Upon giving up on living, my movements became so bizarre.
I couldn't properly remember how to walk, and sometimes the world appeared to be turned upside down.
『St. Liberta Academy』
“…Ah.”
When I came to my senses, I had already arrived at the academy.
‘…So the academy's name wasn't Abandoned, but St. Liberta.’
Trudging towards the main gate with this useless knowledge.
“Hmm…? Who on earth during class time… Huh?! Isn’t that Dean!”
The guard at the main gate seemed to recognize my face, startled, and approached.
“They clearly said you, Dean, died at the academy….”
“…Since I'm clearly alive, will you let me go?”
“M-my apologies.”
When I answered, frowning because the bulky guard was grabbing my shoulder and shaking me, he immediately let go of my shoulder and cleared his throat.
Having an impression that truly looks like a villain seems to be helpful in moments like these.
“Wait a minute…! You’ve already been expelled from school and cannot enter!”
“Move.”
Being expelled due to death can be rectified again.
Such a brilliant academy surely wouldn't lack that kind of system.
And so, pushing the guard's shoulder, I entered the academy.
Seeing him, despite his large build, get pushed back so naturally, he seemed to be a lower level than me, who was Level 10.
I don't know how much time had passed, but the academy had such a lively atmosphere that it was hard to believe someone had been murdered here.
Students laughing and chatting with each other, couples shyly holding hands and walking.
I even saw idle male students lying on picnic mats in the park, relaxing.
As someone completely unpeaceful passed through such a peaceful space, gazes naturally gravitated towards them.
Dull eyes, sharp gaze.
Overall, an intimidating face that was difficult to approach.
Academy student Dean, who shouldn't be alive.
My mere appearance instantly cast a pall over the peaceful academy atmosphere.
“What are you looking at, you bastards.”
Feeling like panic would set in from the students' furtive glances, I muttered a low curse, and the students hurriedly left, avoided my gaze, and held their breath.
At being treated no differently than a scoundrel, the right corner of my mouth twisted into an unintentionally wicked smirk.
…It seems this isn't a safe haven for me either.
Having somewhat anticipated this situation, I thought I should at least change clothes before leaving, and approached a male student sleeping ignorantly in the park.
His height and build were roughly similar to mine, making him seem suitable for swapping clothes.
…Did I originally swap clothes like this?
No, there’s no reason to care about consideration for NPCs.
They're just things that drop items when they die, so what does it matter?
“Wake up.”
“Cough…! What bastard…! H-huh!!”
When I grabbed the collar of the lying male student and pulled him up, the student, forcibly woken against his will, glared angrily, but.
The moment our eyes met, he immediately lowered his gaze.
“P-please, save me….”
“I won't kill you, so hand over your clothes.”
“Y-yes, yes!! I'll give them to you!!”
Just from the intimidation felt in my gaze, the male student docilely handed over his clothes.
Leaving the male student who had his clothes taken right before his eyes, I changed into the new uniform.
“H-huh!!”
The moment I glanced away to check if there was any ill-fitting part, the male student, his face pale with fear, hastily fled.
Paying no attention to such a situation, I dazedly straightened my clothes. Then, from behind, I heard sounds as if someone was rushing over.
“Surrender peacefully, Dean!!”
“You are under arrest for trespassing at Liberta Academy!!”
Upon closer inspection, they seemed to be guards.
My vision was blurry for some unknown reason, so I couldn't see them clearly, but they were all targeting me with their own weapons.
…I'm envious. I don't have any weapons.
“Kuk… Huhuhuhuht.”
As I let out a shallow, mocking laugh like a madman, the guards, overwhelmed by the sudden intimidation, gripped their weapons even tighter.
Who would surrender if threatened in such a gentle manner?
They should just stab me in the side with that spear; that would be proper intimidation.
“S-stop!”
“Try stabbing me.”
“I told you to stop…!”
“I said, try stabbing.”
Just then, I gently grabbed the spearhead, which was aimed at a distance within reach, and pulled it towards my neck.
As that felt a bit insufficient, I pushed my neck against the spear blade to draw blood myself, and the guard flinched in surprise and pulled the spear back.
“…Tsk.”
Those who haven’t experienced ruin are all too soft.
If the person holding the spear hadn't been a guard, but Eirene or Carmen, they would have stabbed me with the spear without hesitation.
“Move. I have nothing more to do here.”
“Stop…! If you don’t stop… H-huh!”
When I dazedly met the warning guard’s eyes for the last time, he, facing an inner darkness, startled and fell on his butt.
Too annoyed to wrangle with the guard who had completely lost his will to fight, I naturally walked past them and left St. Liberta Academy.
Unless something extraordinary happens, I likely won't ever return here.
And so, I exited the academy's main gate and began walking endlessly along the paved road.
In the rustling forest path I tramped along, the sound of the bushes seemed to echo softly in my ears.
The sound of wild animals passing, the chirping of crickets, the rustling of leaves in the wind.
It was all beautiful.
The peace that had come after a long time gently comforted my heart, which felt hated by the world.
“…Hmph.”
It was my first time experiencing comfort from nature, but the fact that no one was pushing me away felt like it was healing my emotional wounds.
Embraced in the arms of Mother Nature, I walked the path, weeping sorrowfully.
Like a lost child, hoping someone would find my unmasked, pure self.
However, my peace did not last long.
Click-
Because a black-haired woman suddenly appeared from the bushes and pointed a gun at me.
A pistol-sized musket, something that might have been used in Baroque-era Europe.
Its distinctive feature was a well-maintained blade attached to the end of the barrel.
Seeing her aim the gun at me without any movement to extort money, it seemed she was one of Maeve, Altair, or Sigrun, whom I hadn't met yet.
However, her eyes held a gaze closer to apathy than the vengefulness of Eirene or Carmen.
“…How boring.”
Perhaps finding it boring that I showed no reaction even though she had precisely aimed the gun at my head, she re-holstered her musket at her waist.
Her attire, somewhere between a soldier and a poet, outdated for the times, was too stylish to be called unfashionable.
In particular, the black coat covering her entire body held a fatal beauty, like a black rose in a flower garden.
As I was lost in thought at such an intensely striking image, wondering if such an NPC had existed.
“Dean. Right?”
She seemed to have already known my name and sought me out, staring piercingly at me with eyes full of abyss, opening the conversation.
For reasons unknown, unlike with Eirene or Carmen, I felt no murderous intent from her.
Even though I had killed her, she seemed to have no intention of seeking revenge, so I nodded faintly.
“You've come to the right person. I am Maeve. Maeve, the Poet and Hunter.”
Introducing herself as Maeve, she held the hem of her coat, bowed at the waist, and performed a noble's kneeling.
After her greeting, Maeve then retrieved the musket she had holstered at her waist, aimed the muzzle at me, and then.
“I have a request, Dean.”
With a voice devoid of emotion, she delivered a shocking request to me.
“Kill me.”
Just as her index finger, resting on the trigger, was gradually pulling back. The direction of the muzzle abruptly shifted, pointing precisely at Maeve’s own temple.
Bang-!
The moment the hammer struck, the musket spewed fire.
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