A World Where You All Are The Villains - Chapter 202

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202.

Clang! Clatter!
Large and small black masses littered the ground everywhere.
Having fallen from such heights, intact specimens were rare.
Most shattered into fragments upon impact, or plummeted straight down the cliff face.
But the real problem was twofold: their numbers kept multiplying, and I had no immediate way to deal with them.
From the Gate that had seized the sky, clusters of human forms fell endlessly.
Unless someone took action in that other world, people would continue being sucked into the Gate.
And they would tumble down here in grotesque forms, haphazardly fused together.
Since even I had never encountered Monsters composed of human bodies before, I was completely at a loss for how to strategize against them.
“Kekeke, kik-kik-kik-kik….”
“Grruk, grruk-ruk….”
Monsters assembled from human bodies in haphazard fashion emitted bizarre cries as they writhed sluggishly.
With dozens of limbs, they clung to everything nearby and tore indiscriminately.
Fortunately, the Awakeners had already retreated to the rear, so their targets were entirely Monsters.
Before long, a rare spectacle unfolded—Monsters and the grotesque amalgamations of human flesh tangled together, thrashing about.
“Kyeeeeek!”
A Kentaur—a Monster with a crocodile’s head and a horse’s body—shrieked as it bit at the mass clinging to its form.
Squelch—
Part of the mass tore away easily.
Yet the main body clung on with leech-like tenacity.
Regardless of how wildly the Monster thrashed, dozens of blunt fingers savagely raked across the horse’s body.
And chunks of flesh torn away were greedily shoved into mouths scattered across its form.
Kentaur was not alone—the other Monsters suffered similarly.
Even as pieces of their bodies were torn away, even as they were raked by sharp claws into tatters, even as they melted from poison, the creatures showed no concern.
As if devouring was their sole objective, they clung with grim determination, tearing through flesh.
“Kyeeeeeek!”
“Kyaaaaaaak!”
The Monsters that the Awakeners had struggled against moments ago now shrieked in agony, writhing.
It was a sight too brutal to witness with open eyes.
Though one might rejoice that the number of targets to eliminate had decreased, all the Awakeners simply stared with pale, troubled expressions.
They were all thinking the same thing I was.
‘If that mass of flesh had latched onto a human instead of this Monster….’
Even the massive Monster that had given multiple Awakeners trouble when they tried to behead it was now being torn apart without a chance to resist.
Humans would be utterly defenseless—barely a mouthful.
What’s more, even the fragments that had broken apart during the fall, and pieces that Monsters had torn away, began to writhe and move as time passed. Like planarians.
And even those I thought had plummeted into the depths of the Gorge were crawling back up the cliff face.
Dozens of limbs, arranged like a centipede’s legs, were the true culprit.
“That… that thing… can it even be killed?”
I muttered the words in a voice that trembled without my consent.
“Yes.”
A flat response came back.
I lifted my head with a start.

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While my attention was consumed by the atrocities wrought by the mass of humans, his Magi reading had spiked sharply upward.
Unlike me, he didn’t seem particularly surprised—his expression remained blank.
Yet cold sweat glistened across his forehead and temples.
Even now, he stood unmoved, bearing the weight of the building alone with unwavering resolve.
One would have thought to demand he purify it immediately, yet he answered my curiosity with remarkable composure.
“Either disassemble each of those appendages one by one until they can’t move, or dissolve them with fire or acid.”
“How would you even…?”
I started to ask how, then stopped myself.
He’d clearly encountered these monsters before and already knew how to neutralize them—there was no point asking.
As I stared at him with somewhat dazed eyes, he smiled faintly and added:
“The problem is that black mass holding them all together. No matter what I do, I can’t remove it.”
“…”
“No matter how much I disassemble and destroy those appendages, as long as that mass exists, they’ll just clump back together again.”
I suppressed my revulsion at his words and observed the monster more carefully.
Looking again at the black heaps of fragmented human bodies woven together like tangled threads, something about them felt oddly familiar.
Apart from Monsters themselves, Gates only spewed out one thing: Magi.
It was clear that Magi exerted some influence during the process where souls and bodies became indiscriminately intertwined.
I had just begun to conceive of a method to destroy those human masses.
“Everyone, fall back!”
An urgent shout rang out from somewhere.
At the same moment, Serge seized my waist urgently.
“Hup!”
With me tucked against his side, he leaped and reached the slope below where the Awakeners had evacuated in an instant.
And simultaneously—WHOOOOSH!
A scorching gale swept through.
The dim world suddenly blazed bright, and in that instant, dozens of massive fireballs materialized in the empty air.
Whoosh!
They plummeted toward the ground.
And struck precisely at the writhing masses clinging to the Monster.
I spotted Dylan at the head of the Awakeners, arriving just a moment too late.

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The Magi reading spiked dramatically.
It seemed he had unleashed a wide-area attack.
“Those fools managed to pull off something decent after all.”
Serge, still gripping my waist with an iron hold, muttered with a sneer.
Thanks to his steadfast grip, I didn’t stumble again as the ground trembled beneath us, so I remained pressed against him in silence.
As dozens of fireballs fell from the sky like meteors, ability users who wielded poison and acid moved frantically across the ground.
Ssssshhhhh….
They poured their powers onto the fragmented debris and wreckage.
In response, Vincent also conjured a blade storm, slaughtering the chunks newly falling from the Gate.
Because they kept their distance from the front lines, launching only ranged attacks, it would take longer, but the casualties remained minimal.
Just as I was beginning to breathe easier, thinking the situation was coming under control.
“Theo―!”
A sharp cry suddenly pierced the air, and a semicircular defensive formation materialized at the cliff’s edge.
Someone emerged silently from within it, as though rising from the earth itself.
I widened my eyes at the sight of that familiar deer mask.
“Sephiroth…!”
Sephiroth, who had been hiding somewhere in the gorge, had revealed herself of her own accord.
But the shock didn’t end there.
The Cult Leader, who appeared without warning, was gathering up several corpse fragments that lay scattered about, half-charred by Dylan’s flames.
“Theo, no! What have I done to reclaim you…!”
She kneaded those collected pieces together frantically.
As Serge had said, the black chunks seemed to serve as a medium—the corpse fragments adhered haphazardly according to her touch.
In less than a few minutes, something roughly resembling a human torso had taken shape before Sephiroth.
Though it lacked the lower half, half of the head, and one arm, so whether it could truly be called “complete” was debatable….
What horrified me wasn’t Sephiroth’s madness.
‘…She really did all this just to find her husband?’
Without batting an eye, she had drained Awakeners’ blood, opened all these Gates, and pushed countless people toward death—all for this reason alone. I couldn’t believe it.
To find her husband, who had died centuries ago and been reincarnated in another dimension.
To bring him back to life….
“Ha….”
A hollow laugh escaped me, beyond mere despair.
“Attack! Attack now!”
In that moment, the Awakeners, who had hesitated at the sudden appearance of the culprit, immediately launched their assault on Sephiroth.
Boom―! Crash! Thud!
All manner of abilities were unleashed upon her as she stood at the cliff’s edge.
But it was futile.
Just as on Equinox Island, the opaque barrier surrounding her didn’t budge an inch against the Awakeners’ fierce bombardment.
Sephiroth, cradling the upper half of what was presumed to be her husband’s corpse, slowly rose to her feet.
For an instant, our eyes met.
I immediately moved to ignite the purifying flames.
But then—a sharp crack!
Whatever she was thinking, she didn’t counterattack or gather more corpse fragments; she simply vanished as she was.
By the time the brilliant light flickered and faded, the cliff’s edge where she had stood was empty.

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