The Crazy Villain Regains His Sanity - Chapter 100

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Chapter 100

Twenty-four hours had passed since Tsuyoshi left on reconnaissance. Still, he hadn’t returned.
It wasn’t difficult to guess what that meant.

……

The atmosphere in the room had already grown heavy before I even opened my mouth. No contact for twenty-four hours—it was enough to piece together that something had happened to Tsuyoshi.
A shame.
He was the most conversable Superhuman in Japan. Quick to assess situations, courteous, decent enough of a fellow, or so I’d thought.
Dead just like that. It was unfortunate.
Not that I cared about losing the Immovable Heart.
The silence blanketing the room soon erupted into commotion, and Gunji rose from her seat.

“I’ll go myself! I’ll go directly!”
“Please, remain calm!”
“We don’t know the enemy’s strength! This is the time for caution.”
“I need to go save Tsuyoshi! Prepare at once!”

Park Young-hoo provided the interpretation, but even without his words, I could tell from nuance alone what they were arguing about.
A close friend disappears—of course there’s an uproar.
Especially when he’d gone rogue trying to make a name for himself.
Of course, that was the perspective of the Japanese Awakened Ones.
Whether they faced punishment in their cabinet or not—that wasn’t my concern. I only needed to accomplish what I came here to do.

“I’ll go and be back.”

Once Park Young-hoo relayed my words, the atmosphere shifted entirely. The Japanese Awakened Ones who’d been restraining Gunji faltered, unsure what to do.
If Gunji went into enemy territory and died, that would be problematic. Me, though—it wouldn’t be.

“You’re going yourself?”
“Tsuyoshi was someone I knew. It’s hard to believe he fell easily. I can’t rule out the possibility that he’s alive—held captive, perhaps.”

Hope flickered across the Japanese faces at my words—faint, thread-thin hope.
There was a small chance he might be imprisoned alive.
If so, I’d retrieve him. He’s a man who understands gratitude; he’d accept it without resistance when I take his Gift, just as with Berserker.
Though he’d never believe me if I called it a simple heart massage. Regardless, I should try.
If he’s dead, well, at least I come back with certain information.

“If he’s alive, I’ll bring him back. If he’s dead, I’ll bring you certain information.”
……
“I’m not asking permission. This is notification.”
“Understood.”

Gunji stood and bowed her head to me.

“I’m asking this of you. Bring back word of Tsuyoshi. Even if he’s dead, I beg you—bring back his body.”
“Understood.”

She should have shown this respect from the start. Superhumans these days only come to their senses when they’re hit.
With every obstruction cleared, I stepped outside. Park Young-hoo followed, but I told him to make his report first since he’d be doing it anyway.

“Let’s go then.”

I locked the enemy’s hideout location into my mind, then departed at once.

* * *

The League’s hideout was a nondescript coastal factory—the kind of place you’d overlook at first glance.
Prefabricated buildings stood scattered across the sprawling grounds. I slipped in through the gathering dusk.

“Perfect hunting ground for Villains.”

A textbook safe house. They could pour out from every angle, and I’d have a hard time eliminating them all without letting someone slip through. Blade Storm would serve me better than Mine here.
As I moved deeper toward the buildings, I sensed a ripple of Force and stopped short.

“A barrier?”

No—this was different. An alien presence wrapped around the factory. This wasn’t a barrier so much as a Detection Trap.
Rather than bar entry, it allowed it—but promised to sound an alarm the moment an intruder crossed the threshold.
Arrogant. So confident they could catch anyone who dared enter. Was this the Twelve Zodiac’s Witch Doctor? I found myself curious to see the face behind such certainty.
I channeled a Mine through my palm and tore the Detection Trap apart.

Crack!

I didn’t know if they’d noticed, but it made no difference. I moved in anyway. Let them know.
According to the intelligence from the Japan side, the Warehouse on the outer perimeter housed supplies and equipment, while the League’s Villains gathered in a large structure deeper inside.
They’d chosen to defend what mattered rather than spread themselves thin.

“Nothing here.”

The Warehouse stood empty. I pressed deeper.
The intelligence proved accurate—the outer grounds held nothing. Not even a shadow of a man.
Then, at some point, I felt eyes on me. Hunting eyes.
I’d dismantled the barrier remarkably fast, or so I’d thought. Had I been deceived?

“Show yourself.”
“Hello there. Lovely to meet you.”

A dark silhouette materialized against the moonlight.
A woman in her late thirties, bearing an exotic, sultry charm. Was she the seduction type, like Anna Christine or Bellus? In any case, the face matched the image of the Witch Doctor I’d been given.
Constantina wore a black suit that did nothing to conceal her lithe figure. Her eyes sparkled when she saw me, and she smiled—a crescent moon—before offering her greeting.

“You’re the Head Breaker?”

English. I could understand it, but speaking it remained beyond my reach.
There was no reason to accommodate her.

“Are you the Witch Doctor?”
“Korean! I only understand it—I can’t speak it.”

So our conversation unfolded in an odd exchange—me in Korean, the Witch Doctor in English.

“Let me introduce myself. I’m Constantina Stanil, the one they call the Witch Doctor.”

Standing face to face with my enemy and still playing at grace? I’d never understand the twisted logic of Villains.
When you meet an opponent, you strike first—it’s that simple.
There’s an old saying: seize the initiative and you’ve already won half the battle.
A surprise attack on top of that? All the better.

“What became of Tsuyoshi?”
“That man? I wonder. He was quite strong…….”

Constantina never finished the sentence. The Blade Storm I’d unleashed through Nuri swept through her.
I’d seized the moment of absolute surprise; her response came a heartbeat too late.
She threw up her hands and conjured a Force Barrier, but her pristine suit was shredded to rags in an instant.
I was aiming to blow off at least one of his limbs, but it didn’t have the effect I expected.
Constantina’s expression, which had been smiling just moments before, vanished.

“…Argos was right about you. You’re quite rude.”
“So what happened to Tsuyoshi?”
“He paid the price for standing against the strong.”
“A shame.”
“You’re not thinking he might still be alive?”
“I don’t leave survivors.”

I felt a genuine pang of regret. If I’d had the Immovable Heart, it would have paired perfectly with Man Dok Bul Chim—a complete insurance package ensuring I’d never lose myself no matter what happened.
My mouth tasted bitter.
Beyond ten minutes after death, Gift copying via Blood Consumption becomes impossible.

“I’ve answered your question, so now I’d like to hear what I want to hear.”
“What is it.”
“Head Breaker, won’t you join us in the League?”

I saw this coming.
They still hadn’t given up. The League was certainly persistent—or maybe it was Argos who was persistent. Either way, it was remarkable.
Have I lost my mind? I’m not a Villain and I have no intention of becoming one, so why would I ever join a Villain organization?

“Did Argos say more nonsense?”
“No.”
“Then?”
“He said you’re a Villain too difficult even for the League to handle. But I think differently. I believe we could work together quite well. There might be benefits if you join?”

She smiled with her eyes and ran her tongue across her lips.
Whether I was deficient in magnesium or simply hungry, my thoughts had drifted elsewhere entirely.

“…That lunatic said that about me?”

He’d praised me lavishly, saying I was born to be a Villain, urging me to join the League.
Now he’s saying I’m too much of a Villain to handle?
That irritates me greatly.
I never wanted to join the League in the first place. Of course not—I’m not a Villain.
But now that the League won’t accept me, that irritates me too.
How absurd.

“That was harsh language.”
“What was.”
“What you just said.”

Constantina’s expression, which had remained smiling even when I deployed the Blade Storm, turned cold.

“Argos isn’t someone you should speak to that way.”
“And?”

He’s at the pinnacle among Villains, so he’s certainly the most insane of them all.
The curious thing is that a lesser lunatic takes offense when you call his superior lunatic exactly what he is.
In crude terms, that means he’s not quite as mad. He’s in denial about his own nature.
A truly insane one like Berserker just laughs it off when you call him mad.

“It seems your confidence in your own abilities is excessive. I should teach you your proper place.”

It’s the most common thing the ones who died by my hand used to say.

“Realize your true level, then die.”

I smiled and reached out my hand.

* * *

‘He said it as if testing me, but… he’s strong.’

Constantina narrowly dodged Choi Jun-ho’s hand and felt her chest go cold. The composure she’d had moments ago evaporated without a trace. She was focused entirely on evasion.
Even as Choi Jun-ho remained composed, his attacks were utterly merciless.
He wielded the crackling Lightning in his palm as naturally as his own body, and this too diverged from the intelligence reports. It wasn’t confined to close range—he could cover a radius of five meters or more.
The attack called Mine, which relentlessly destroyed the body from within, was identical to Franz’s Blitz and just as brutal.
Constantina had encountered Franz during her time in Europe. That man, who commanded lightning in his hands as if they were extensions of himself, had shown her why she was among the Top 10 Awakeners.
The memory of that terrifyingly powerful encounter left a bitter taste.
And then there were dozens of Force Blades unleashed in a confined space.
He was armed with Gifts optimized for killing.

Crack!

She barely evaded the latest strike, but her hair scattered as it grazed her head.
One more inch and her head would have been cleaved clean off.

“I heard his direct combat power was low. It seems the intelligence can’t be trusted after all.”
“…….”

Constantina didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled herself into sharper focus.
Combat was one thing, but the crucial element was her Curse. It was the cornerstone of her fighting style—she could slash an opponent’s combat strength dramatically. The greatest problem was the need to be at close range, and the stronger the curse, the more intricate its activation conditions became.
Drawing Choi Jun-ho into the domain where the curse could take hold, buying time for an already-activated curse to properly designate its target—each curse had its own varied requirements.
The more powerful the curse, the more conditions it demanded. The simpler the curse, the fewer conditions it needed.
When facing a Superhuman, Constantina preferred curses that subtly disrupted their senses.
A Superhuman was a being composed of thousands upon thousands of precision parts. Knock one out of place, and the crack spreads rapidly through the whole system.
She activated a curse she’d prepared beforehand to throw Choi Jun-ho’s nerves off balance.
A curse that warped the air currents around him and slightly dulled his hearing—this would affect his Force manipulation and his sense of balance.

Whine!

“A trivial trick.”

The curse hadn’t taken hold.
This wasn’t innate resistance on the Superhuman’s part. It was a Gift. He possessed a Gift that prevented even the smallest ripple from disturbing his vast reserve of Force.

‘Now I understand why Argos said what he did.’

She had to admit it.
If left unchecked, Choi Jun-ho wouldn’t just become the world’s strongest—he would block the League’s very path forward.
Perhaps, as Argos suggested, he would bring about the League’s destruction.
Any Superhuman who crossed Black Hound or Hell Master was finished.
But Head Breaker was different. He had already risen to their rank.
A Superhuman who crushes skulls without mercy.
There was no epithet more fitting for a Villain.
Even as she thought he should join the League, she narrowly dodged another strike, and the thought vanished like morning mist.
She understood Argos’s intention now—why he’d sent her, a wielder of the Curse Gift.
He was a Superhuman who couldn’t be killed any other way. That’s why she resolved to deploy her curses in earnest.
He was blocking them for now, but just as she’d found a way to break through Tsuyoshi’s Immovable Heart, there existed a method to break through his defensive Gift.

Boom!

She stomped the ground, Force clouds billowed forth, and the curse activated. As it shattered his balance, Choi Jun-ho’s assault slackened for just a moment. In exchange, Constantina’s shoulder collapsed inward.

“Ugh!”
“Not bad.”

She’d lost her shoulder and managed to block him for only an instant. But having created an opening, Constantina’s eyes blazed with renewed determination.
Defeating a defensive Gift is simple. Slow down its activation speed and accelerate the pace at which the Curse erodes it.
He straightened his sagging shoulders and stumbled backward, but Choi Jun-ho pressed forward faster still.

Crack! Crunch! Snap!

Her arm shattered, her wrist twisted. Staggering, Constantina layered three successive Curses in rapid succession, her eyes blazing with fierce light.

“It’s over.”

A Curse that summoned every despicable act he had committed in his lifetime all at once, collapsing his mental defenses—Disgust. Even Tsuyoshi, who possessed the Immovable Heart, could not endure it and had no choice but to slit his own throat.
Choi Jun-ho’s footsteps stopped.
In that moment, Constantina rushed forward, her broken and twisted arm already mending itself.
Her aim was to shatter Choi Jun-ho’s defensive Gift. But the instant she drew close, she saw his outstretched hand and recoiled in shock.

Had his reaction been even slightly slower, her neck would have snapped, not her arm.

“Not falling for it. I figured if I faked being caught, you’d reel me right in.”

“It’s nothing. You just blame it all on some madman.”
“…….”

It was unbelievable. This was not a Curse so light that a few words could dispel it.

Even if Choi Jun-ho was young, considering what he had done, his years of life were few and his mind should be fragile—yet the karmic weight crashing down should have been devastating.
And yet he had endured it.

“Blame it on a madman—yeah, that works fine. Though I’ll admit, Curses like this are something new.”

Choi Jun-ho’s eyes gleamed with that fierce light again.

“Not finished yet!”

The moment he lunged forward, Constantina bit down on her lip, drawing blood, and activated a Curse using herself as the offering. As she extended her hand, a metaphysical circle drawn in crimson blood manifested at the spot where Choi Jun-ho stood.

To activate this Curse required two components.

One was the caster’s blood and life force.
The other was a Superhuman’s heart and blood.

An ultimate Curse that amplified all negative emotions at once, destroying the very self.

Any being with a self, with desires, could never withstand this Curse.

“A bluff—”

She had believed that even the Three Evil Ones of the League, Hazard level 9, would have their selves shattered by this Curse in a single blow.

And you’re telling me you can endure this?
Constantina shuddered, her life force drained so completely that she had aged more than twenty years beyond her years.

“This monster!”

She gritted her teeth against the pain radiating through her barely-aligned arms and hurled herself at Choi Jun-ho.
But what came back was a Mine.

Thwack!

The impact was slower than before as he fought to resist the Curse, yet the devastation remained absolute.
Constantina coughed blood as she flew backward, the Mine erupting against her abdomen.
The only mercy was that Choi Jun-ho, struggling against the Curse, didn’t pursue.
She couldn’t believe it.
…Was he even human?
Constantina’s gaze fixed on Choi Jun-ho, trembling beyond her control.
No human could do this. He was an incarnation of malice wearing a human skin.
Then it happened.

“This bastard’s Unbending Mind isn’t working right….”

Choi Jun-ho’s eyes, which had blazed with terrible intensity, suddenly went dull.
The Curse had swallowed him whole!
Joy bloomed across Constantina’s face.

“…It’s over!”

She was thinking that impossible thought—that she had felled this monster—when
In less than 0.1 seconds, his eyes erupted with blazing crimson light, and a Blade Storm tore toward her with explosive force.

“Aagh!”

Caught completely defenseless, Constantina’s left shoulder was torn away. She stared at Choi Jun-ho in blank confusion. She’d thought the Curse had fractured his mind—but he’d recovered?

“Th-this can’t be real!”

What kind of monster was he?
Could the League really be expected to stand against something like this?
Just as the last thread of hope drained from her life,

“The world gets interesting when impossible things happen. Thanks to your Curse, I got to borrow something for a while.”

Choi Jun-ho’s facial muscles twisted grotesquely.
He was smiling—a derisive sneer.
As if he were mocking the world itself.
A different blood scent wafted through the air than before.
Similar, yet different. This wasn’t Choi Jun-ho.
Constantina realized that an entirely different entity had seized his body.

“You’re a funny one. Come back from the past without leaving a trace, yet you throw a tantrum at my appearance? Do you know how pathetic it is for me—stuck in this cramped space, watching every second of every hour for a chance?”

Choi Jun-ho muttered bitterly to himself.

“And anyone listening would think I just fell from the sky, some autonomous consciousness. I was born from someone else, but he acts like he’s different. Trash is trash no matter how you arrange it. Feel proud if you want, Choi Jun-ho. You’re the lunatic your Lineage acknowledged. But anyway… whoops.”

Having said this much, Choi Jun-ho clicked his tongue and turned his head toward Constantina.
When their eyes met—his burning with madness that had cooled into something far worse—Constantina felt her skin crawl.

“I’m only borrowing this body for a short while, so I don’t have much time, you see?”

Another Choi Jun-ho pulled his mouth into a smile.
His voice was like blood dripping, one drop after another.

“So come play with me.”

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