A Villain's Will to Survive novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301: Name (1)

Thump—!

My heart throbbed as the demon's demonic energy, circulating through my veins, amplified all my attributes. With my Sharp Eyesight, I observed the Devourer, and in the darkness, its eyes locked onto mine, snarling and desiring my body—an ancient demon, its dark crimson eyes flickering like mist, a ferocious beast that had devoured innumerable souls over the ages.

However, the method to exterminate it proved unexpectedly straightforward, as demon annihilation was, from the outset, based on a fundamental principle encapsulated in the well-known saying—An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth...

... Up to this point, my thoughts were rational, but thereafter, I moved by instinct.

The surging demonic energy ignited loathing in my mind, and the Yukline bloodline incited me to be the quintessential Yukline mage, to the extent that even my peak mental strength, at this moment, merely served to distinguish friend from enemy—to control my hostility from turning on allies, or rather, I was deliberately refusing the purification of my mental strength.

Fwoooooosh—!

I first observed it with my Sharp Eyesight and pinpointed its coordinates before immediately releasing all the demonic energy within my body to freeze it while the Snowflower Stone's ultra-low temperature immobilized the gaseous creature in an instant.

Then...

Cruuuuuuch—

The sound of something tearing filled the air. In the very next instant, a torrent of demonic energy flowed into my mouth—the taste of something not human... yet undeniably alive.

Crunch—!

I swallowed a portion of it, and though it thrashed within my body, I paid it no mind as it was merely a mass of demonic energy running wild, therefore I only had to digest it, and the process continued undisturbed.

Once.

Twice.

Third time.

The more I digested it, the sound lessened, and my vision darkened to absolute black, seeing naught. My thoughts disconnected, and merely rage—a fury beyond measure—burst forth savagely from the Yukline heart.

Fwoooooooooosh—!

The demonic energy swirling within my body burst outward, my chest pounded as if to shatter, and the veins of my flesh pulsed like tentacles.

... I’m sensing hunger, I thought.

This primal desire, emerging in my mind and likely belonging to the Devourer, thrashed wildly within my body, forcing thoughts upon me and instigating me to feast.

... I’m sensing hunger.

Crunch—!

The chilling sound rising from the human body was, perhaps, the massacre I had perpetrated.

“Ah... Ahhhhhhh...”

The distant scream of a terrified human barely reached my ears.

— Professor! Professor!

Simultaneously, a shout calling my name faded away from my ears.

— Professor, no, Deculein!

However, the hunger within my body persisted, and I continued to seek something to devour.

... I’m sensing hunger.

At that moment, I barely realized that this was not the Devourer's desire, as it had already been devoured by me. It was merely the overloading demonic energy of the demon that remained was...

— ... Woo-Jin.

... In a world where time had decelerated and sound had become muted, the ripple of a single word—enough to arrest my heart and make my mind reel—was clearly nothing more than an auditory hallucination...

***

... It was a moment strangely brief, likely less than a minute—the time it took for Deculein to completely devour the Devourer.

Ria silently stared at Deculein, who was now lying on the ground, the veins across his entire body glowing with a dark crimson hue, making him appear as if dead, though he was undeniably still alive.

"... Count Yukline, are you okay?" Ria asked.

There was no response from Deculein.

However...

“Ahh, Ahhhhhhhh—!”

There was only a scream from an unseen individual echoing through the air.

"... Argh! Someone, a medic, a medic!"

It was Bell who was caught in Deculein's overload. He had lost an arm and a leg, was now gushing blood, and pleading for help. Of course, no one would assist him—not even Bell's own subordinate, who was trying to keep his distance.

"... That man was more of a demon than any demon," Lucy said, her face pale with a trace of dread as she watched Deculein. "A human devouring a demon."

Deculein froze the Devourer, materializing it, then proceeded to devour it whole, in a dreamlike spectacle that was not a sweet dream but a terrifying nightmare.

“Medic, medic—!”

"Oh, seriously, he is too loud," Ria muttered, activating Silence.

Meanwhile, Lucy looked down at Deculein, her face betraying what seemed to be contemplation.

"... Don't even think about it. I'm gonna protect the Professor!" Ria said, spreading her arms wide, gathering her mana as she noticed Lucy’s suspicious intentions.

"My mind holds no such thoughts. I am merely curious," Lucy replied, a chuckle escaping her lips.

“About what?”

"What was the meaning of those words that calmed Deculein? Woozing?" Lucy asked, her curiosity genuinely ignited.

Given that the South Korean name Kim Woo-Jin was rather unfamiliar in this world, Ria flinched as Lucy seemed to have understood it as a generic word rather than an actual name.

"... It's nothing, really," Ria replied, roughly brushing off the question before looking back at Deculein, who lay as though unconscious.

Was the ancient demon too much even for Deculein? Or perhaps, even if it wasn’t, did he have to kill the demon in an excessive way? Ria thought.

Regardless, Ria watched Deculein, and though the man seemed close to death, his face remained composed and peaceful.

When he's sleeping like this, he looks just like Woo-Jin...

Slap—!

Ria slapped her cheeks with both hands, instantly bringing herself back to her senses.

"... Count Yukline, are you okay?" Ria asked.

Deculein isn't Woo-Jin. His reaction to my words was likely pure coincidence.

"... Count Yukline?”

Ria, calling out Deculein's name, reached out to touch his forehead, only to have her wrist caught.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

Suddenly, Deculein awakened, his eyes snapping wide open.

"Y-You scared me!" Ria shouted.

***

... Within the Sanctuary of the Ages, Sophien was reading the diary.

Rustle— Rustle—

Page after page turned and piled up, each one falling into Sophien’s heart like white snow.

... Professor Deculein always prioritized me above all.

Though my own father was the architect of my undoing, the Professor shouldered that wrong as his own. He allowed me to hold my hatred for him.

To spare me further pain, he bore that burden himself.

The text contained Yulie's earnest heart, along with details of every sacrifice and devotion Deculein had made for her sake.

I failed to comprehend the Professor. Perhaps, in knowing, I refused to acknowledge.

Therefore, my current act of self-abandonment stems from the reality that I, as a human, am steeped in sin, fault, and misunderstanding. My flight, my failure to overcome these, is entirely for the Professor’s sake.

The diary felt cold to the touch, its pages scattered with frost specks—which must have been Yulie's tears.

When I open my eyes, I will forget all memories, yet I wish to remember this single memory.

Sophien's crimson eyes lowered, and a soft breath escaped her red lips.

My path remains that of a knight, and I declare my lord shall be Deculein...

... Only up to this point.

Tap—

Sophien closed the diary, gently set it down, rested her hand on her chin, and quietly watched Yulie within the cylinder. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Clink—

— Will you take no further action, Your Majesty?

— Yes, Your Majesty, that is correct.

— Yes, Your Majesty.

— No, Your Majesty.

— It is not unfair, Your Majesty.

— Your Majesty, Deculein has already offered his life in your service.

— It is offered continuously without end.

— Your Majesty, Deculein's heart bears internal injuries. Furthermore, scars likely remain on his body—wounds even his strong constitution could not overcome.

— Your Majesty, you are fated to kill those you love.

— Your Majesty, you were unequivocally meant to kill Deculein.

— In Your Majesty’s heart, love awakens the impulse to murder. You were, by your very nature, brought to life in such a way.

— Therefore, Your Majesty has, on numerous occasions, sought to kill Deculein not once, nor twice, nor thrice, nor four times—but numerous times over.

— Nevertheless, Deculein consistently withstood Your Majesty, made no flight, and stood his ground.

— Moreover, Deculein always sought Your Majesty out on nights when you were exhausted, embracing you in his arms, even as your nails threatened the very heart of his being.

Then Deculein, on all those innumerable nights... Sophien muttered.

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