I Am The Game's Villain

"What did you say…?"

"Do I need to repeat it, Alfred?" I sighed. "I'm parting with the group. I need to check on my sister."

"Is that supposed to be a joke, Edward?" Alfred narrowed his eyes. "If that's the case, then you should revise your sense of humor."

"Why the hell would I want to joke with you?" I grimaced at Alfred's words. "I'm just worried that John might awaken his inner self and try to assault my sister out of pure desire."

"Pffft-" Eric stifled a laugh at my lame excuse. 

My bad, John, I have to sacrifice your dignity.

Layla was staring at me and didn't say anything. Usually she would have intervened to retort me but since she decided to quarantine me, she's staying silent.

"John?" Alfred frowned in confusion. "Assaulting Elona?"

[He is probably thinking that you are the one likely to assault someone.]

YOU are thinking that!

Useless system.

"Yeah, you sure didn't see his heated gaze back then huh. Anyway if Aurora was in danger, you would have gone right? It's the same for me. I will try to beat some Disaster Beast if I see one but I count on you guys." I waved my hand and walked away.

****

"What do we do, Your Highness?"

"Lord Edward was strong though…"

"If another group chose to attack us, we would be outnumbered…"

Alfred sighed hearing his teammates. They were right they would be outnumbered but more than that losing especially Edward for even a few hours was dangerous for them. Alfred fought Edward so he knew how strong the latter was. He couldn't even be sure to win against him. Moreover if they bump into a strong group like John's group or Aurora's group…

"We will change our plan a little until Edward comes back."

"..." Layla nodded but she was staring at Edward's back with a hard to read expression.

****

[Was there at least an ounce of truth in your words?]

'Well, I can't say that I'm not worried about Elona but she is with Milleia, Jayden and John so it should be alright.'

I mean, she was literally with the Protagonist with his plot armor and Milleia who was the most protected Heroine. John was just a bonus. 

[Where are you going now?]

'Ain't that obvious? I'm going toward that freaking suction force.'

It was taking a toll on my body and I could feel my mana getting depleted slowly. If I didn't stop that, forget about trying to get out of this Event alive. 

Is he here?

I stealthily looked around me and didn't feel Liart's presence. 

In the case; the Group was split, the overseer had to remain with the majority of the group or with the said leader. There were teachers here and there anyway so it wasn't like they were going to let me alone. There had also been several check-ups of the ten floors from the fortieth to fiftieth as well but…only I and Eric know that it wouldn't be enough to prevent what was going to happen.

….

….

"It's here."

I was on the 43th floor and surprisingly enough I didn't encounter any Disaster-Beasts.

Were they that rare?

Huh?

Suddenly I noticed a few stones shining white on the walls on either side of me but as I got closer, I found out that they weren't stones. They were…

"Seems like something is written…"

The white things were letters from another language.

Wait.

I saw those letters before.

I grasped the pendant around my neck and as expected on the black coin were similar letters engraved in golden. On the pendant was engraved my other name Amael. It was a gift of my mother.

Unfortunately I couldn't read them. 

'Cleenah?'

She knows how to read right.

"..."

But she didn't answer me.

"How long is she gonna sulk?"

[Goddess Cleenah is not sulking. She used most of her lifeforce when she entered Baphomet's dimension to get you out of there. She is completely exhausted.]

Hah?

'You're telling me that now?!'

I thought this whole time that she was sulking because of my reckless behavior!

[You did not ask me.]

I will beat you up.

"Sigh…it's my fault then…"

My guilt crept up even more knowing why Cleenah couldn't speak. She forcefully entered Baphomet's Dimension for me and ended up in that state.

Shaking my head, I continued toward a massive wall.

I stood before the massive wall of the cavern, its rough surface looming over me like an ancient sentinel. My eyes were drawn to obviously the series of mysterious letters engraved upon its surface. The script was like nothing I had ever seen before, twisting and curling in a language unknown to me. Intrigued and compelled by an inexplicable force, I traced my fingers gently over the intricate carvings.

"Wow!"

As my fingertips grazed the first letter, a jolt of energy surged through me. The letter flickered momentarily, as if acknowledging my touch. 

"Shit…" A shiver ran down my spine, both exhilarating and unnerving. Curiosity consumed me, driving me to continue along the path of these enigmatic symbols.

With each subsequent letter, the interaction intensified. The air around me crackled with an otherworldly energy, sending tiny sparks dancing through the cavern's dimly lit atmosphere. The letters seemed to respond to my presence, their luminescence growing brighter as I traced their delicate curves.

"What is that…"

A deep rumble resonated through the chamber, and I felt an invisible force tugging at my very being. It was as if the letters had taken on a life of their own, coaxing me forward with an irresistible pull. I hesitated, the growing suction filling me with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Yet, an insatiable desire to uncover the secrets they held urged me to press on. I really couldn't help myself to understand it.

"Whatever."

As I advanced, the gravitational force intensified. It felt as though an invisible vortex was drawing me closer, its power increasing with each step. The letters, now freed from their confines, swirled and danced around me in a mesmerizing display. They formed a brilliant, intricate magic circle, pulsating with an ethereal glow.

My amber eyes were absorbed by such a scene. It was really beautiful.

I stood at the epicenter of this mystical cyclone, unable to resist its captivating allure. The pull was overwhelming, the enchantment undeniable. And then, with a surge of energy, the magic circle engulfed me entirely. I was surrounded by a whirlwind of letters, their vibrant hues spinning in a mesmerizing kaleidoscope.

"A-Actually, I will refrein…" I muttered trying to escape that place!

[Coward.]

You ain't the one getting sucked!

Time seemed to stand still as I was transported to a realm beyond comprehension. The air crackled with ancient power, and the very fabric of reality seemed to shift around me. It was a moment of breathtaking beauty and indescribable awe.

Am I going to die?!

My heartbeat rose in a full stroke but I couldn't help but marvel at the profound mystery unfolding before my eyes. The unknown language that had intrigued me now became a conduit for an extraordinary experience. As the letters floated and swirled, I felt an indescribable connection to something far greater than myself.

"Is it connected to me? It really has something to do with me.

The magic circle pulsed with an intense energy, drawing me deeper into its enigmatic embrace.

….

….

When I opened my eyes I saw again an enclosed space. 

It was a small room and yet it was filled with an almost divine energy. 

Again on the four walls enclosing me were engraved the same complex letters.

How am I supposed to get out?

[Behind you.]

I turned around and gasped.

A magnificent white blade hung in mid-air, blazing with a brilliance that appeared to transcend the mundane universe. Its flawless blade sparkled with a brilliance that projected an ethereal sheen on the surroundings, like newly fallen snow.

No.

It was definitely a Divine sword even though I have never seen one.

Intricate white runes adorned the length of the blade, their script mysterious and arcane. They glimmered and shifted, as if alive, weaving a mesmerizing dance that drew me closer with each flicker. The air itself seemed charged with an otherworldly energy, crackling with the magic infused within this celestial artifact.

The sword emitted a strange sound as if it was pulsating. At each pulsation, a wave of energy grazed my face.

My gaze followed the spiraling pattern of the sword's handle, fashioned from the same celestial white material as the blade. Its pristine surface seemed to spiral endlessly, a mesmerizing symbol of timeless perfection. With each turn, I felt an inexplicable connection to the divine, as if the very essence of the heavens flowed through my fingertips.

I really had that impression that I could wield it despite its power and pressure surpassing my white staff from miles away.

I approached cautiously, in awe of this magnificent manifestation of celestial craftsmanship. As I extended my hand towards the floating sword, an invisible force gently guided my touch.

At the same time, all the runes engraved on the walls around me disappeared and their rays of light shone upon the sword.

With a hard breath, I intertwined my fingers on the handle of the sword. I felt something snapping or breaking in the void around me. Without minding that, I pulled out the sword.

***

Inside a white hall that stood in all its splendor, adorned with elegant pillars reaching towards the heavens. Bathed in a radiant luminescence, the marble floor reflected the ethereal light that filled the space. At the heart of the hall, a magnificent throne of purest white sat in regal magnificence.

Upon the throne, a young woman in a sublime white dress and of unparalleled beauty graced the seat. Her lustrous pure white hair cascaded down in waves, framing a face that surpassed even the divine.

As if sensing something, her cold eyes flickered. 

"The time of your downfall draws near, Michael, Zeus."