The Villain Who Robbed the Heroines chapter 117

The Villain Who Robbed the Heroines 117

The summer rain at night, which was supposed to end soon, continued to fall until early morning.

However, seeing that the rain has become much thinner, it will probably stop around noon or morning.

The current time is 5 am.

As he got up too quickly, Ferzen approached the window and sat on a chair there and opened the window slightly.

tracking tracking.

The sound of rain pouring down the street is very sweet.

Ferzen, who fell into a strange feeling for a moment, slowly opened the book he was holding in his hand… …

cuddle.

I gently folded the first page.

“… … ”

However, the discomfort caused by the intolerable asymmetry fills the mind.

A compulsive thought that may have a higher priority than the survival instinct engraved in the genes.

Knowing better than anyone that there is no act as foolish as resisting it, with the help of digitization, Ferzen also folded the side pages in the same way and closed the book.

Then, at the comfort that came naturally, Ferzen let out a bitter laugh and sighed.

Perhaps it could be said that Lizzy and herself had something in common to be captivated by the experiences they had within the Hwanmong Realm.

‘Come to think of it… … ‘

Two questions come to mind that I can look back on when I have time.

The Hwanmong barrier distorts all cognitive elements so that when the subject first enters, they do not notice that the inside is not real… …

Why had his appearance changed so that he could see it openly?

In addition, fragments of unknown memories that exuded an unfamiliar yet intense familiarity.

The monsters embodied through it were afraid of themselves and wanted to worship them.

‘In Brutein’s library… … They were monsters that were never recorded.’

Of course, since the number is huge, they may simply be monsters on the 3rd floor with no record of being summoned.

Pronounced in a language that does not exist in this world, the discomfort felt from the true names of those monsters.

It was clearly telling them that they were not living on the third floor or anything like that.

Then maybe, you… …

Wasn’t it a high-ranking monster living in the far-off depths of the underworld?

It was an absurd family, but from that point of view, it makes sense that he had Severe Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder from birth.

It wouldn’t be a price that a human body could handle, so it would be strange that there were no side effects.

It could be said that it was fortunate that only one severe obsessive-compulsive disorder was manifested.

Without realizing it, Ferzen, who was gradually adding flesh to the hypothesis he had put forward, suddenly tightened his tie in a sense of pity.

“ね… … !”

The feeling of suffocation in my breath clears my hazy mind.

‘Come now… … ‘

What is the meaning of doubting and trying to dig out the root that forms the basis of a species?

It is a leap that is nothing more than a hypothesis, created on the basis of insufficient evidence anyway.

However, even though I knew it.

The moment I fell deeply and focused… …

It must have been because it was an opportunity to add an additional reason, not severe obsessive compulsive disorder, to the evil deeds he committed.

If there is a clear reason or story, it will feel as if an indulgence has been given.

‘Have you become weak?’

Even if the roots were a monster, nothing would change.

Wasn’t the origin of words like demons and monsters human in the first place?

In that sense, the type of root is meaningless.

percussion.

Close the window.

Where the dripping rainwater clings to one another, his face is reflected translucently.

After staring at it for a long time without saying a word, moisture came up as if from a breath, and Ferzen took out a handkerchief and wiped it clean.

It’s been like that in the past too.

It was also in the present.

as in the future.

The fact that he is a villain and that he is a human being will be an unchanging factor.

There was no need for absurd hypocrisy and no excuses for wanting to be seen as victims.

Because once you step on the path of life, you can never go back.

* * * * *

8:30 in the morning.

After waiting for the awakened students to bathe, Ferzen entered the private room on the first floor.

As I said in advance last night, this is to proceed with the final exam through a reversed method.

Originally, I wanted to see the level of self-control, but the way I changed it was to simply check the realization rate of the body.

It was the easiest method, but there was a high possibility that a lot of inquiries about grade correction would come instead.

Compared to digitization, the error range is within ±5%, so how much difference is there in the numerical value perceived by a person?

‘… … I will have no choice but to lower the cutoff for each grade level.’

This will prevent the department office from being crowded with students in the future.

When it was 9:00 am after getting ready, Ferzen got up and opened the door.

“Come in.”

“Yes Yes… … !”

The student who was waiting in the front row gets up and takes a stride.

I could feel just how nervous I was.

When the student who entered the room turned his stiff neck to look at him, Ferzen closed the door.

No, before closing the door, I glanced at the waiting students with a light squint.

Then, at the very end, where it would be the last turn, Lizzy, sitting quietly in a wheelchair, caught my eye.

‘It’s my last turn… … ‘

That means you want to postpone meeting with yourself as much as possible.

With a small smile at him, Ferzen closed the door.

And belatedly, behind the closed door, Lizzy’s purple eyes chased after him with an anxious look.

* * * * *

one two… …

As time passed, Lizzie closed her eyes as the number of students sitting in front of her gradually decreased.

It was natural, though.

To Lizzie, the lanterns that lit the hallway went out one after another, and it seemed like a dark darkness of unknown depth came over.

No, I’d be more than happy if that was the case.

Without the option of escaping, he had to take his own steps towards the darkness.

Bump.

Eventually, the student who completed the evaluation in the 13th turn opens the door and comes out.

He seemed to think he had done well in his own test, and a happy expression was evident on his face, and his steps were exhilarating.

And through the unclosed, half-open door.

When she saw Ferzen sitting without an inch of confusion, Lizzy squeezed her slender hands tightly.

The tremor that started from the fingertips spreads throughout the body without hearing the control of reason.

After trying hard to fix his gaze on the back of his feet, he constantly revisits the logic that there are so many people outside the door that Ferzen cannot harm him… …

Kirik.

Kick… …

As the outstretched wheelchair drew closer to his room, Lizzie’s breathing began to tighten, as if breathing from the top of a tall mountain.

Cold sweat drips down his soft cheeks.

… … Aww!

Like a warning sign not to get too close, crawling over that door.

As she heard the screams in her nightmare, which she couldn’t forget, Lizzy was able to understand clearly.

That he could never go into that room.

“I, I… … ”

Finally, he stopped the wheelchair and bowed his head.

It was Lizzie who had made up her mind to give up the exam.

“ah… … ”

The high concentration of magical power that was holding the wheelchair and digging into his own body made his complexion pale.

There would be no need to reason about who the owner of this magical power with a clear qualitative difference was.

He tried desperately to resist, but his control was taken away in an instant as much as it was insignificant.

Kirik.

Regardless of his will, the wheelchair began to move forward.

Yes, because darkness does not approach.

It wasn’t that he didn’t come.

“Be strong. You seem very nervous.”

The knight with a pure heart, who looked down at Lizzy, who had reached the door, and praised her courage, opened the door with a smile.

And at that voice full of good intentions, Lizzy tried to raise her bowed head with all her might.

After showing his expression stained with fear and fear, he tries to ask for help.

“Lizzie.”

Startle!

But when he was already halfway in, when he heard his voice calling out his name, Lizzie couldn’t take any action.

Took.

Only the tears that welled up in the corners of my eyes broke the bondage and fell on the backs of my hands painfully.

Perhaps this is the last and the last, her mournful rescue signal.

percussion!

However, the knight next to him did not notice it, and after checking Lizzie who had entered, he closed the door.

Perhaps he will never know.

To a girl who praised herself for her courage.

You opened the door to hell.

“You are the last.”

“iced coffee… … Ha, uh… … !”

At the same time, the way to escape to this world was also blocked.

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