A World Where You All Are The Villains - Chapter 36

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36.

“Gack, gack…!”
I had never known that the inability to breathe could be such exquisite agony.
My chest felt as though it might burst, vertigo crashed over me in waves, and my vision alternated between white and darkness.
Without thinking, I raked my nails across my throat in desperate scratching, yet he remained utterly composed even as he observed my pathetic struggle.
“The Princess has always despised and tormented The Purifier. You acknowledge this, don’t you?”
Blink… blink.
I trembled violently, forcing my eyes to flutter open with tremendous effort.
‘Please, let me live…!’
My eyelids were drenched.
Tears streamed down my face without my knowledge.
“And you’ve already kidnapped The Purifier once before, dragging him all the way to Tollen.”
“Gah, gasp….”
“Yet when I heard The Purifier had gone missing and came to investigate, I found him truly vanished, the room in complete disarray, and the Princess hiding in the wardrobe?”
“Hah….”
“Is it reasonable for me to suspect the Princess as the instigator of this kidnapping, or not? Hmm?”
Eeeeeee―
Whatever he was saying was drowned out by the ringing in my ears.
My legs gave way beneath me.
Yet even that seemed to be held in check by his telekinetic power—I could not fall.
I had reached my limit.
I sensed with absolute certainty that within seconds, I would lose consciousness or death would claim me.
“I will ask one final time, Princess. This time, you must answer with great care.”
“Hah, gack…!”
“Are you truly uninvolved in this incident?”
Blood rushed to my eyes, and capillaries burst with soft popping sounds.
My body went limp as I felt the sickening sensation of all my blood draining away from my extremities.
The fingers clawing at my throat lost their strength as well.
They say that before death, one’s life usually flashes before their eyes in rapid succession, don’t they?
Yet when the moment of death actually arrives, it is nothing like that.
‘…I don’t want to die.’
In that fleeting instant, only malice and obsession remained in my mind.
‘I clawed my way out of that hellhole. I climbed all the way to become the Director of the Research Institute! I won’t die so pathetically!’
It could not end this way.
Even as my vision darkened to black and my breath caught in my throat, I gritted my teeth and reached out with one hand.
Tap! Tap, tap!
After several fumbling attempts, I managed to strike the body of the man standing before me.
It wasn’t as though I intended to land one final blow and call it a day.
“What?”
“Ugh… I, I want… to… gack!”
“You want?”
As I desperately worked my mouth open, Serge’s expression shifted to one of bewilderment.
“You have something to say?”
By some miracle, he understood what I was trying to convey.
Blink, blink, blink, blink.
I blinked frantically in affirmation, my eyes snapping open and shut like a madwoman.
It was half a gamble.
There was nothing stopping him from simply snapping my neck if he deemed me unworthy of his curiosity.
But the novel, and the male lead I’d experienced firsthand, possessed a weakness for intrigue.
Perhaps he’d grown careless, assuming I was merely an unawakened human.
“…Gasp! Cough, cough, cough!”
In an instant, the invisible force that had been crushing my windpipe released with a sharp snap.
A violent fit of coughing erupted immediately after.
My airway had finally opened, yet breathing remained agonizingly difficult.
Still, I clawed desperately for oxygen, determined to survive.
“Haaah, ugh! Gasp….”
Braced on my knees and gasping like someone who’d just sprinted a hundred meters, I couldn’t help but notice his impatience as he urged me forward.
“Well then, go ahead. Speak, Princess.”
“Haa, ugh… The, The Purifier….”
Forcing words from my ravaged throat, my voice emerged in ragged, fragmented whispers like metal scraping against stone.
The taste of blood filled my mouth, and tears, mucus, and every other bodily fluid streamed down my face.
And that made me furious.
“Right, The Purifier. And?”
“Instead of… ugh, instead of worrying about….”
“Hmm? Worrying?”
“Your own damn body… worry about… that, damn it, gasp….”
I raised one trembling hand to wipe my face haphazardly, then forced my quaking upper body upright.
Thump!
And with that same hand, I reached out and gripped his garment with all my strength, as though I might tear it to shreds.
At least now I had something to anchor myself to—a lifeline of sorts.
“Instead of worrying about The Purifier, worry about your own damn body, damn it…?”
He seemed too preoccupied deciphering my meaning to immediately brush my hand away.
“Hmm. Are you saying that to me, Princess?”

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Not knowing the state I was in, his bewildered expression was absolutely ridiculous.
He hardly frightened me anymore.
Perhaps it was because I couldn’t see straight.
“Huh.”
“What?”
“Your nose is bleeding, you bastard!”
“What….”
“Purify!”
There was no time to explain to this fool. I had only one chance.
Kyaaaaaaah―!
As I cried out, a brilliant green light exploded from my hand gripping his garment.
A crisp, refreshing scent reminiscent of phytoncide swiftly enveloped the entire chamber.
“…!”
Serge’s eyes widened in shock.
He seemed to have something to say, his lips parting slightly.
But only for a moment—soon his pupils lost all focus.
Gooooooo….
A shimmering black miasma seeped from Serge’s body.
It intertwined with the green light pouring from my hand, swirling around him like a vortex.
‘So all I can do is purify….’
How lamentable.
For the first time, I resented the ability granted to me.
Some people strangled with telekinesis, yet here I was, actually helping that damned bastard!
But there was no choice.
This was the only way to escape without being killed by him….
‘Why does he always just fall asleep after purification? Would it be better if it hurt like hell?’
As the purification neared completion, Serge’s eyes slowly closed.
His expression looked far too peaceful, and fury erupted within me.
Whether from rage or from using my ability in this wretched physical state, my stomach churned violently.
“Ugh….”
I retched, glaring down at his head.

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The rapidly decreasing rampage meter had now reached the leading digit of ‘6’.
‘Damn it, I gave too much.’
Whoosh—!
I clicked my tongue and released my grip on his garment without hesitation.
Slip… Thud!
The moment the green light that had been enveloping him vanished, Serge’s massive body crumpled like a puppet with its strings cut.
I had no intention of being crushed beneath that enormous frame, so I quickly stepped back.
Boom—!
His face slammed directly into the marble floor.
“Ugh, that must hurt… serves him right.”
My throat throbbed and began to swell, but I had to admit there was a certain satisfaction in it.
I stretched out my foot and casually turned his head with the tip of my shoe.
And immediately frowned.
“Tsk, not a scratch.”
Despite the force of the impact, his pristine face remained utterly unmarked.
‘Damn awakened ones and their bodies.’
Awakened ones were already far more resilient than ordinary people, and as an S-rank awakened one, his skin must be impossibly tough.
I had expected it, but it was still disappointing.
‘No help for it. I’ll have to do this myself.’
I crouched down immediately and unfastened the cravat tied around his neck.
Part of me wanted to strangle him as he had done to me, but that risked waking him, so I had to restrain myself.
Instead, I claimed the ruby brooch that had been securing the cravat.
‘The stone is quite lustrous—this should fetch a decent price.’
I hope he dies of a stomachache when he realizes it’s gone.
Muttering curses, I carelessly wiped the underside of his nose with the unfastened cravat.
The pristine white fabric was quickly stained with thick, dark blood.
It was less than what I’d gotten from Eston, but still sufficient as evidence of a rampage.
Riiip—!
I held up the soiled cravat and tore it forcefully in half.
The fabric was so thin and delicate that it wasn’t difficult at all.
I placed one of the two torn pieces in my dress pocket and the other in his trousers pocket.
“There.”
I straightened up from my crouch.
As I headed toward the vanity at the far end of the room, my throat throbbed painfully, and my anger flared anew.
“Bastard.”
Scrape—
I barely reached the vanity, dragged the stool sitting before it, and returned to where the male lead lay sprawled.
The stool was made of iron and quite heavy.
All the better.
This should be enough to leave a mark on the steel-like body of an awakened one.
“Ugh…!”
I squeezed every ounce of remaining strength into my body and hoisted the chair above my head with a sharp motion.
Both my arms trembled pitifully, and I felt as though I might topple backward at any moment.
Yet the burning desire for vengeance, the exhilaration of it all—
granted me superhuman power.
In that state, I looked down at him and smiled broadly, so very broadly.
“…Serge Belnak.”
“…”
“You were shamefully knocked unconscious by a mysterious assailant.”
But you won’t be able to catch and kill the perpetrator.
Because there will be evidence that you went berserk against that perpetrator.
“So you should have let me leave quietly when I said I was going.”
“…”
“This is all of your own making.”
So if you’re going to blame someone, blame yourself.
With those words still lingering on my lips, I brought the stool down with all my force upon his head.
Crack—!
A pristine streak of crimson blood arced through the air.

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