It Is Fate To Be Loved by the Villains chapter 59

59. boy king (5)

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“It’s eaten!”

Elijah said as he clenched his fists.

It must have been because it was a blow that looked like a single shot to anyone.

“…”

Instead of responding to it, they silently prepare for the ‘next’.

-!

Nearby, golden magic gins wriggled.

The body of Balkasus did not collapse and stood as it was.

“…!”

And then.

YuRia, seeing the magical light emanating from the camp, whose momentum had not died at all compared to before, opened her eyes wide and stepped back.

Both Elijah and Lucien were looking at them with a dumbfounded expression.

“yet…”

A low voice echoed across the top floor of the ruined clock tower.

“…it’s far. With this, no.”

To agree.

The bondage you have is not something that can be removed simply by stabbing a sword through your heart.

In the first place, the restriction placed on that human was ‘will die in battle in a 1:1 situation’.

It is said that if three people beat one person, they will not die.

And maybe.

Even if I could die, I would refuse.

If one’s own life is extinguished before the restriction is satisfied, the sorcery is forever bound to that body.

“I can’t go alone. My kingdom… yet…!”

So, even with the fatal wound that pierced the heart.

desperately holding out

The gins surrounding it radiate light as if exploding. Yuria’s body bounces out with a short scream.

“…Doesn’t he die after this? What the hell are you doing…!”

“Hey.”

Elijah, who was about to spit out something, cut the sentence with a sigh.

“Go down the clock tower. take the lady If you don’t go down from now on, you will be swept away.”

“…Yes?”

“From now on, I will do it alone.”

Not only Elijah, but even Lucien’s eyes widened.

Looking at it, the condition of Balcasus is more serious than before. It can be seen that he is in a rush.

If I heard that I would deal with it alone, I would have the same reaction.

“Please stop talking crazy…! Teacher, how can you do that alone…!”

“I’m not crazy.”

but.

You guys did everything you could.

In the first place, pushing that person over there, and inflicting a blow to his ‘heart’ did a lot for him.

It’s something I could never have done alone.

“…”

Even so.

From here on, I have to do it alone.

[ ‘Skill: Reign of Evil’ is activated. ]

[Exercise command authority to target ‘Elijah’ and ‘Lucien’! ]

[ The target will absolutely obey your words! ]

“go. Better to do it alone saintess. Take Yuria too.”

“…”

“…”

If you don’t use something like this, it’s likely that both of you won’t listen even if you die.

Lucien nodded her head even after thinking a little about whether she had heard that well.

But, Elijah.

He is looking at me as if he had been hit in the back of the head with a hammer.

Those eyeballs shake. Like a bit shocked.

＜System Message＞

[ Subject ‘Elijah’ is very shocked by your remarks! ]

[Confidence plummets! ]

[ Negative effects are imprinted! ]

[3 stacks of negative imprints! ]

[ Significant changes in personality occur. ]

[A change in behavior occurs! ]

[ Your dominance over the target increases! ]

[ Receiveable rewards are given! ]

[Skill: Dominion of Evil is activated. You get 1 command right that can be used on the target! ]

“…”

I don’t know why he always gets a refill every time he uses the command right.

no, more than that.

The message that comes to mind is a bit unusual.

Are you experiencing a sudden drop in confidence?

Increased dominance?

“teacher.”

“go.”

To the guy who said that with a slightly watery voice, he only said that for now.

Let’s take care of this later. Right now, it’s Balcasus.

It wasn’t until after Lucien, Yuria, and even Elijah, who had been hesitant all along, disappeared down the stairs to the bottom of the clock tower.

“…then.”

I look at Balcasus, where the darkness pours out of my heart.

I brought the essence of evil I took out from my chest to the Soul Linker as it is.

From the point of view of Caliban, who was already on the inside and served as the Guardian, the proof of the highest peak among the Paladins, it would be a feeling of being scared.

[…Hmm.]

From inside the amulet, only snoring could be heard.

[What else are you decorating, you?]

“What are you talking about like you’ve seen it before? Normally, you just sleep all day.”

[Even though he always looks like he’s sleeping, he’s watching everything he sees, dude. That there is a reason for everything you do.]

yes. Then you saw it correctly.

[Do you want to combine ‘Evil Essence’ with the item ‘Soul Linker’? ] [ Y/N ]

Touch Y immediately.

[ Soul Linker ] [ Exclusive Equipment ]

[ Enchantment: Epic ]

[ ‘Fragments of Heroes’ fusion ] [ ‘Essence of Evil’ fusion]

#One

[ Spirit: Caliban – Guardian, Knight of Dawn ]

[Currently charged mana rate: 0%]

[ Current synchronization rate: 12% ]

＜ Additional Features ＞

[ ■ Skill: Imaginary World ]

That kind of message comes to my mind all the time, and then.

＜ System Message ＞

[ New features are added by combining the ‘Essence of Evil’! ]

[ A slot dedicated to evil spirits is open to Soul Linkers! ]

[Only evil spirits can be added to slots! ]

I look up to that window and nod my head.

yes.

This is the only way to bring down Balcasus by ‘battle’.

“Prepare to receive a neighbor, Caliban.”

[…Really crazy, this.]

Caliban laughed and said.

[Are you trying to bind the soul of ‘that’?]

The sentence that even the guardian uttered with the feeling that it was terrible was, of course, pointing to Balcasus in front of him.

A hideous aura was pouring from the hole in the chest.

Millions of taboos are embedded in the body, but what controls them is the heart, the representative medium of taboos.

What Yuria did was open a way for me to pass through.

“…Nope.”

It’s not bondage.

“I want to save it.”

If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t have gone this far.

Check your watch.

2 minutes remaining.

“Caliban.”

[Well?]

“Still, since he was one of the most advanced personnel in your empire, I’m asking because I think he knows for some reason.”

[What?]

“How do you put up with the pain?”

The answer came back with a laugh.

[Guts.]

“…I will never take advice from you again.”

at the same time saying that.

[ ‘Skill: Proof of Faith’ is activated. ]

[All stat additions are converted to ‘endurance’ and ‘divine power’. ]

[ ‘Skill: Stigma’ is activated. ]

I fling my body toward Balcasus.

-!

-!!!!

An uncountable number of vicious spells are simultaneously pouring down on me.

In the past, the four of us shared the responsibility, but now I’m doing it all by myself.

Even though the EX-level enhanced desperate crisis is turned into durability and divine power through the skill, and there is even a shield that is affected by it.

The whole body is rotten and sore. Skin necrosis, blood vessels burst, and muscle fibers melt and tear.

“…dog, fuck…!”

Pain runs through my body like sparks flying in front of my eyes. Ignore it anyway and move on. The remaining time is at most 2 minutes. There is no time to delay.

Even in the pain of being torn apart. Keep moving your body.

The whole body felt like it was being burned with pain. It seems that even the internal organs are burning.

Still, one step.

It’s as if you stop in the middle of exhaling and squeeze your lungs. I open my mouth, but my breathing is empty. can’t breathe air

Still, one step.

I feel a terrible pressure on my chest. The muscles in the limbs don’t listen.

Still, one step.

“…”

Beyond the pain of losing consciousness over and over again.

Finally.

My hand touches this man’s chest.

A soul linker that can ‘contain’ a soul.

It touches the heart, the most essential part that makes up this person’s soul.

If I hadn’t stabbed YuRia beforehand, I wouldn’t have been able to stick my hand in.

“…”

At this point, the boss battle is already over.

Even if I forcefully ‘bind’ this person to the Soul Linker with the essence of evil, it’s my victory.

It’s an epic item. No matter how boss it is, that is possible at the point of contact to the core of the soul. To forcibly break consciousness and imprison it in an item.

But, I don’t like to do that.

At least to someone who doesn’t think I’m cheap, I don’t want to do that.

That’s why he dared to say ‘save’ to Caliban.

“…”

so.

Prepare for action to follow.

As you can see from the ‘death’ condition of this person with all kinds of restrictions, Balcasus is not a boss that was made to be defeated by fighting in the first place.

Even the battles I’ve fought so far don’t reach this person’s ‘strength’ at all.

Nonetheless, there is one trick that only I know of, who pierced the battle route with this person for the first time.

The ‘curse’ placed on this person is, as far as I know, the curse imposed by the strongest ‘speaker’ in this game.

But, nonetheless.

There is a limit due to the nature of the ability of the language.

for example.

If you just match the ‘assortment’, you can somehow fit the sentence into the situation.

Under the condition of being cursed that you can only die in a 1:1 duel with all your might in a fair situation.

“It’s a 1:1 duel under fair conditions, boy king.”

It can be satisfied in this way.

The only way to ‘save’ this person that I came up with, which was absolutely impossible in the game.

“I am just as hurt as you. The pain you feel, I feel the same. The conditions are fair.”

A completely quiet voice came out.

By matching my ‘injury’ with this person, I made the conditions equal.

That alone breaks through the first prohibition of Unryeong.

“In this situation.”

And, the second ban.

“If I ‘submit’ your soul to me, it’s my victory. Defeat is not being able to do that. I risk my life in return.”

A one-on-one duel with all your might.

but.

The ‘method’ and ‘place’ are determined by me.

The heart of Balkasus emitted a black light.

It means that the linguistic master’s prohibition within it judged my words to be ‘reasonable’.

A duel is, in fact, conceptually not a big deal.

All you have to do is designate ‘win or lose’ in some way.

The golden arts, which made even the outline of Balcasus melt and flow down, passed through my hand that touched the heart and penetrated into my body all at once.

“So, it’s a duel.”

My eyesight was darkened.

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walking in the dark space

It feels familiar. This is the sensation I experienced when I entered a certain space with the Reverse Angel before.

This place is inside the mind of Balkasus.

What I see from now on is not my memory.

“…”

The first kill in the first battle seems to be the most memorable. because it was the clearest.

He was a fighter rumored to be the strongest in the area. He was also a human trash who would beat up anyone he met, even if he made up a reason for not having one.

hear that rumour.

In order to die in the ‘duel’, Balkasus deliberately challenged him. The man who jumped at him courageously died without being able to withstand three golden drinks.

However, what was not included in the rumors.

It was that he was a man raising a three-year-old daughter and a nursing son alone. It was evident that they did not even fully understand their father’s death.

That day, Balcassus vomited for the first time in his life.

Because through his first murder, he had an intuition about what path he should take in the future.

“…”

Memories continued to flow.

The journey continues to liberate the people who have been stabbed in the body with gold magic due to the disaster he caused by the linguist.

Looking for more strong players. Go through more battlefields, pile up more corpses.

Memories of countless murders continued endlessly along the space.

wear out humanity is being eroded

“…”

Still, the boy walks.

A lot of time goes by. I hoped countless times, but lost countless times. Even if all that comes into my hands is crumbled ashes, I stand up once more.

They do not give up even at the moment when everything is faded in the timeless and heartless time.

In a far-off journey where you will lose even your own existence. Just like finding a spark in an extinguished flame, if you look back at your own mind that has withered as soon as it withers away, even the certainty of your own existence fades.

The sense of loss that sprouts between broken bodies can break down any iron will.

I move forward, feeling all the emotions accumulated over thousands of years, all the thoughts that touch my skin.

Beyond the endless memories.

Finally.

I face a boy sitting in a dark space.

“Balchus.”

“…”

“Balchus.”

“You really are out of your mind.”

I hear that a lot.

While smiling wryly, the other person continued talking while shaking his head.

“…The mental space is reputed to be the most complex and dangerous of all the spaces that can be contacted with supernatural powers. To come to such a place voluntarily. It would have been better to die in the material world.”

“Is that so.”

“If I did it wrong, I could have been swept away in my memory and drifted here forever. Did you come in knowing?”

I knew it was such a setup.

still.

“…I just thought of it because it seemed like it would happen a while ago.”

This is a plan I came up with after entering mental space with the reverse angel earlier, and getting a rough ‘feeling’.

I haven’t done much on the inside, but a look into my mental space gave me an idea of how it works.

So, I was pretty sure I would never get caught up in this.

“Because I understand you.”

It was a thought that came to my mind from the first time I saw this person in the scenario.

This guy is pretty similar to me.

“…What?”

“No matter how important it is for important people, it’s like being forced to do shit jobs. Do I know what that feels like?”

“…”

“Of course, in terms of duration, you have been much longer than I have been.”

Valcassus looks at me with a blank expression, but instead of explaining anything, I only shed a wry smile.

I just want you to know that I had some pretty rough times too.

“And.”

Above all.

“You were lonely. you.”

being left alone

All the precious people are leaving, and being left in a world full of pain.

I know what it feels like. at least for me

There is no one to shed tears for me, no one to shed tears for me.

I remember the evenings when I had to stare blankly at the walls of an empty house where even the wallpaper was torn off.

I remember the days when I looked up at the sky for hours to find a destination I wanted to fly away from, away from reality.

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Just like this person always watches the sunset because he wants to be free from pain.

As if remembering the last time surrounded by the only precious people.

“So, there was something I wanted to do for you.”

You could call it surrogate satisfaction.

I couldn’t do that, so there were things I wanted to present to this person.

“…I want to return my revenge.”

What I gave up in the past.

This person, too, was put off until a distant future in order to free the people of the kingdom who were bound to their bodies.

I only thought about it when I existed as a player outside of the game.

Now, this is reality for me. If it’s a real person, it’s not impossible.

“I will return my revenge.”

“You must have taken something unfairly.”

mother. father. family. sibling. friend. close friend the people.

whole kingdom.

All the precious things that this person swore to protect.

“I am still alive. The linguistic sorcerer who shoved your kingdom into your body.”

“…”

I know the pain of being taken away.

Then, at least, it would be okay to return the legitimate rights to this person.

A chance to punish those who arbitrarily took it away.

The Sorcerer who cursed Balcasus appears as a boss in the second half of the scenario.

at that time.

I, along with this man, will smash the bastard’s head.

“I give you the right to avenge him. I swear.”

“In return, do you want my soul to be subordinated to you?”

“Isn’t that a fair trade? I even promised to become a subordinate at first.”

Balkasus grinned.

“…Not at the level of a fair trade.”

Saying so, he gets up from his seat.

Place your hands where your heart is, and kneel.

Even as an ignorant of etiquette, I understand.

“Just by accepting this, the forbidden arts bound to my body will be released immediately and return to the circle of reincarnation. Because you broke through all the prohibitions of the language.”

“…”

“Dowd Campbell. I swear by the blood of Armada.”

This is the maximum example that this boy king can express.

“My heart, my pride, and my soul are all yours.”

“…”

I only scratch my cheeks in shame at the plain declaration.

“…I’m a baron, so I don’t know what to do in a situation like this.”

“Is there even a need for that? Now you are in a position where you can beckon me.”

“…”

Is this person also Caliban?

They adapt too easily to the fact that they have become someone else’s subordinate.

“…Rather than that, can I ask you one question?”

“What?”

Valcassus silently shook his head.

After being silent for a moment, he opened his mouth again.

“You must really know a lot. It makes me feel like I don’t know anything.”

“Yes?”

“I’ll ask if Are you suggesting that you bring me to him, knowing what kind of hardships await you against it?”

“…”

That necromancer was someone I would encounter anyway, so I was just setting up insurance.

Balcassus will be a very useful ally.

If you subjugate that soul to a soul linker, all sorts of utilities will come out.

Again, this person is one of the strongest among all the bosses in the game. Even if only that soul is subordinated to me, it is certain that it will be of great help in clearing it.

“…Well, like an opportunist, a petit bourgeois, and an egoist, this decision was made under the calculation that everything would benefit me.”

“no.”

Balcassus laughed.

“The option of ignoring or passing by is always open.”

Such a voice continued meaningfully.

“If I knew that much, I could have chosen to survive on my own, ignoring everyone else. It is your choice to give up and jump on the hard road. It’s just like what you’ve given me.”

“…”

“Dowd Campbell. You just can’t see the person in front of you suffering. I am not an opportunist, nor a petit bourgeois, nor an egoist.”

It’s just that it’s so good that a normal person can’t even comprehend it.

Those words echoed through the dark space.

“…nothing comes out even if I praise you. Are you flattering me that you and I are superior or inferior now?”

“Oh, did you catch it?”

“…”

I feel it again.

This guy has Caliban overdose.

Even if you adapt quickly, it’s too fast.

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