A Villain's Will to Survive novel Chapter 255

Chapter 255: Event (2)

Endlessly swimming through the sea of the Voice, I gained more than just the blossoming of my mental strength. In simplest terms, my body—enhanced by the Iron Man attribute—bore a likeness to that of a whale. Of course, in a world where men broke stones and cast magic, thinking of a whale as nothing more than a whale would have been to miss the point entirely.

However, just as the tiger of the continent reigned over the mountain, the whale remained the sovereign of the sea.

Therefore, no matter the era or place—be it the distant modern world or the continent I now live on—humans have always felt the same before the whale. Faced with that noble form, we can’t help but feel a quiet awe, shrinking into small, humble beings beneath the immensity of nature.

“... Hmm.”

That wasn’t to say my body held the same overwhelming presence—after all, I was still no larger than any other human.

However, this Iron Man body of mine had grown tougher than most armor, its skin like that of a whale. Though it lacked a whale’s mana capacity, every magical ability I possessed—Telekinesis foremost among them—had evolved. Advanced Telekinesis, a skill I once thought would take five years to reach, I had mastered in the sea.

"The time has come," I said.

Tick—!

As the minute hand of my wristwatch struck ten, I took a step forward—and in that instant, the ground beneath me gave way.

Cruuuuuuumble...

The earth, trees, and grass crumbled piece by piece, falling away in whole, while the magical trap beneath swallowed them into swirling darkness. Yet, I stood suspended in midair, my feet touching nothing.

It was the simplest application of Advanced Telekinesis—delicate strands of force applied to every fiber of my clothing, carrying my body effortlessly into flight. And because the levitation was so seamless, not a shred of my dignity was disturbed.

Boooooooooom—!

At that moment, dozens of massive pillars came rushing toward me from the distance—they were siege rams.

With nothing more than a glance, I dismantled them.

Shhhhhhhhh...

Each siege ram that met my eyes shattered midair, its trajectory crumbling into nothing but falling stones.

Thwwiiiiiiiiiiip—!

The second wave followed—archers. Hundreds of iron arrows tore through the air, only to be caught mid-flight by Telekinesis and sent whirling back toward their attackers, while the faint cries of those struck down reached my ears.

Then came the third wave—magic. A mass of mana descended from the sky like a falling meteor, while tendrils of water wrapped themselves around my ankles.

Then came the fourth wave—warriors. Before the meteor could descend, dozens of Vigilantes charged toward me, storming forward like men with nothing left to lose.

“... How foolish.”

They brought their full might—land, sea, and sky alike arrayed against me—and yet, despite it all, a quiet sigh slipped from my lips.

They don’t even know the road that leads to survival. Then again... with so many Intelligence Agency operatives nearby, I couldn’t tell them even if I tried to, I thought.

“Tch.”

I dismantled their magic, wrapping the warriors in strands of Duct Tape and leaving them suspended in the air, while the earth itself rose around them.

Ruuuuumble—!

Then, I raised a great dome over the entire area, sealing Padahal completely—closing off even the slightest chance of escape.

“Ah!”

Forty-three warriors charged at me—some tangled midair in Duct Tape, others watching their weapons and mana dissolve into particles under Telekinesis. As they turned their heads back, every face was locked in rigid silence.

Of course, it was their plan to buy time—to get the remaining Scarletborn to escape.

"How shortsighted," I said, brushing the loose buttons on my sleeve. "The Scarletborn never thinks beyond the moment."

I floated forward, meeting the eyes of one among them, and they held my eyes without flinching or looking away.

“Hmm.”

I couldn't yet tell if they were men or women, but my Sharp Eyesight saw it clearly—the rare resolve, the raw talent burning beneath those eyes—and so I moved toward them.

“... Not a bad eye.”

Hummmmm...

I raised the Wood Steel from my inner pocket, letting it hover at my side with Telekinesis.

"I like it. That conviction—hold onto it for as long as you can," I said, smiling slightly as I gestured, sending Wood Steel straight into their eyes.

“Arghhhhhhhhh!”

Crunch—!

I heard the wet crunch of crushed eyes and the screams that followed—but paid them little mind as I reached for the radio.

***

Over three thousand four hundred from the Scarletborn village of Padahal—everyone confined to Roharlak concentration camps.

Stamp—!

I stamped the seal that would send the Scarletborn into confinement.

However, sitting across from me, Bethan's expression held a hint of dissatisfaction.

“... Will that be alright, Professor? There are already an overflowing number of Scarletborn in Roharlak,” Bethan asked, his lips pressed into a wary line.

"If you're referring to the detention allowance, I will place the full sum in your hands," I replied.

"No, Professor," Bethan said, shaking his head. "It's just that I wonder what might happen if so many Scarletborn are pressed together..."

"Then we will kill them."

Like Bethan said, Roharlak was the only concentration camp that had never once activated its gas chamber—which meant more Scarletborn were held there than anywhere else.

“You’re right, of course... Yes, Professor—you’re always right. But what will you do about Primien?” Bethan asked, sliding the official document into its file.

"I heard she passed the blood test," I replied, nodding.

"Yes, Professor. But even so, I cannot shake the doubt. There's something in her that leans toward the Scarletborn."

Primien, whom I’d sent away under the excuse of the Voice, had recently undergone a direct blood test from Bethan. I didn’t know how she managed it, but she passed—though Bethan’s eyes, and the nobles’, hadn’t softened.

"It doesn't matter. Primien will be brought down from the ministry soon enough."

"Oh, is that so? May I ask where you plan to send her?"

“To Roharlak.”

"Haha!" Bethan murmured, a chuckle escaping him.

Moving from Deputy Director of the Ministry of Public Safety to assistant administrator of Roharlak was a staggering demotion. But for Primien, it was the only chance she had to survive.

"Whether Primien is a Scarletborn or a daughter of the Empire sympathetic to them, she will reveal herself there through some sign or act. The agents in Roharlak will be watching—every hour, every moment."

"As expected... Professor, no one compares. But lately, I've noticed strange shadows gathering around you."

I nodded.

Whether it was the Intelligence Agency of the Empire, the Shade reporting directly to the Empress, or both—or neither—I couldn’t be sure, but many hands were digging into my past.

"I have no idea who would dare follow the Professor's footsteps—"

“It’s none of your concern.”

"Yes, yes, of course. More importantly, how would you have us set the schedule for the core harvest?" Bethan asked, opening the names on Padahal’s list.

"Erase this one from the list," I said, my eyes gliding across the list, scanning the names and faces before pointing to one.

Lucy—I had my suspicions even back then, and sure enough, she was a Scarletborn named character, whose role was written for the latter parts of the scenario.

"Pardon? This one is a member of the Vigilante. If we confine her without harvesting her core..." Bethan said, his brow furrowing in uncertainty.

“It violates the Scarletborn Law,” I said.

“Scarletborn Law...?”

“All Scarletborn, upon being confined, are to have their core—or an organ of equal worth—harvested.”

Either the core, or an organ close enough to stand in its place—just one, not both, taken for the process.

“I have already extracted her retina.”

"... Oh, so that's the Scarletborn who dared to glare at you, Professor. However, I doubt anyone would speak against it if we harvested her core too—"

"It’s Her Majesty’s law, written by her own hand, and I am bound not to break it."

Of course, it wouldn't matter either way, but Deculein's pathological commitment to principle was infamous across the Empire.

"Yes, Professor—your loyalty is beyond reproach. I, too, would not wish to transgress the law. I will see this Scarletborn treated only with a light touch of drug treatment," Bethan replied, his smile returning as he nodded in agreement.

"Oh, she's here," Yeriel said, waving from the gates of the Roharlak Concentration Camp, sunglasses gleaming on her face as she issued orders to the prisoners, as if they were little more than slaves.

No, they’re dying. Or are they living? Primien thought.

... Lucy.

"Oh—that one? Apparently she challenged Lord Deculein and ended up like that. But in exchange, her core will be spared," Yeriel replied, throwing a glance her way.

"In other words, her eyes were harvested in place of her core, Deputy Director. Oh, but adding that title is a bit too much. I’ll just drop the formality from now on."

Looks way younger than me. What a little bitch, Primien thought, glancing over Yeriel from head to toe.

“Hmm, who is it?”

“Hmm? Deputy Director Primien... or is it assistant administrator now? Either way, what’s with that face?”

Could he be thinking something else? A damn fool's mercy, seeking to spare the Scarletborn? Sophien thought.