The Crazy Villain Regains His Sanity - Chapter 62

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Episode 62

“So you’re Head Breaker after all.”

The woman’s eyes curved as she looked at me. There was something entrancing about her. Once you started looking, you couldn’t tear your gaze away. She wasn’t exceptionally beautiful, nor could you call her the pinnacle of loveliness—yet something held you.
Was it a mental Gift? I cycled Force through myself lightly, but felt nothing. Some other variety of Gift then. If it was colorless and odorless yet still held such sway over me, it had to be considerable.
I could be certain now that this woman was Belus, the one Heart Walker had mentioned.

“Head Breaker coming all the way here means our Jong-hyun must be dead.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Not at all.”

The kind of thing Heart Walker would wail about in hell. Before he died, he’d shown lingering attachment, saying Belus seemed deeply infatuated with him.

“I don’t hold onto the dead. But I do find myself interested in other people.”

A subtle gaze turned toward me.
I felt it again—that pull on my eyes. It wasn’t mental-type, but I could be certain her Gift had activated.
Belus. A name I’d never heard in my past life.
That I don’t know her doesn’t mean she isn’t famous. The fact that even I felt drawn to her means she must have orchestrated countless schemes from the shadows.

“Are you League too?”
“Direct guess? Or was it Jong-hyun? I gave you a few hints, after all. I thought you were an idiot, but you’ve got a head on your shoulders after all.”

Her flat voice carried subtle admiration. I wanted to fill that blank space inside her with my own emotions.
…Most men would’ve thought exactly that.
I approached Belus. Her eyes widened the moment I was right before her.

“So.”
“Hmm?”
“Are you done with your final words?”

I twisted Belus’s neck. Through my hand came the touch of her cold skin.
Her face drained of color as breathing became difficult. Yet her expression remained serene.

“You’re going to kill me too?”

Her face showed no attachment to life whatsoever.
Was she certain I wouldn’t kill her? I couldn’t tell what thoughts ran through her mind or what intention lay behind such actions.
The simplest method in a situation like this was to kill first and think later.

“Die.”
……!

I clenched my left hand around Belus’s heart and crushed it where it beat. Shock flashed across her eyes before the light faded, and she went limp.
I threw the corpse to the ground and licked the blood from my left hand.
Blood Absorption activated, and Belus’s Gift began copying itself into me.
A moment later, Belus’s Gift revealed its true nature.

[Absolute Male Attraction]

…Garbage.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I deleted the Gift and made for the Harbor.

* * *

The harbor, which should have been shrouded in darkness, blazed with artificial light.
A babel of foreign tongues filled the air—English, Russian, Mandarin, Japanese, Spanish and more. The polyglot chorus announced the diverse nationalities of those who had gathered in this port.
League Remnants.
They laughed and chattered as if unaware they were prey.

“There’s something to be said for dying without knowing why.”

I drew my blade from the shadows beyond the light’s reach. Even in the dead of night, the blade gleamed white as fresh snow.
It was a sword Lee Se-hee had given me after the Showcase ended.
A Bone Sword forged from Nuri’s remains—the culmination of everything the Shinseong Guild’s research division could pour into a single weapon.
Overwhelming output, superior Force transmission speed, uncompromising durability. Excellence in every measure.
I’d grown fond of it. That pristine white blade seemed to prove my resolve to no longer live as a Villain would never be tarnished.
In honor of Nuri, who even in death gave everything without reservation, I had named the sword after her.

@%^$#*

They didn’t sense my presence until I was nearly upon them.
As I drew closer, I could see they’d formed a loose formation.
They spoke of reshaping the world, yet in truth they were nothing more than anti-government, anti-state Villains.
The moment I stepped into the light’s range, they belatedly recognized me. I was already channeling Blade Storm.
As Force poured from my body, it spun along Nuri’s blade, birthing a maelstrom of power. The tempest expanded in an instant, consuming everything in its path.
A dozen Villains within striking distance were caught in the Blade Storm.
Torn, burst, shredded—every Villain caught in it died.

&*^%$@!

Those watching from behind scrambled to draw their weapons, but I unleashed Blade Storm again. Reading a situation quickly and judging when to retreat—those too were among my skills.

Thud-thud-thud!

More than thirty Villains fell in an instant. Fewer than I’d anticipated.
There were roughly fifty Villains gathered at the harbor. I’d thought two applications of Blade Storm would suffice, but they’d reacted faster than expected.
They were fairly skilled, then.
It made no difference.
What was meant to be two cuts became three. Three could become four, four could become five—it didn’t matter.
The result would be the same: all dead.
The terrified Villains shouted foreign oaths and trembled, scrambling to put distance between themselves and me.
That was when it happened.

“Run away!”

At those words, every Villain bolted without a backward glance. Futile though it was.
I’d learned Blade Storm and killed Nuri precisely because it could dispatch multiple enemies with brutal efficiency. That advantage applied equally to fleeing prey.
If even Zhang Ziodong couldn’t escape it, there was no hope for these underlings.
I raised Nuri to strike.
Then, surging from the midst of the fleeing mass, a colossal shadow erupted—and hurtled toward me at a speed that defied comprehension.
I swept Nuri in a wide arc, unleashing Blade Storm. Dozens of Force blades raked across the black silhouette.
But something extraordinary happened. From the figure’s two fists, a shimmering blue Force bloomed like heat haze, then detonated outward—its force shattering the entire sweep of my Blade Storm in one explosive motion.
A Blade Storm that had shredded even Zhang Ziodong, blocked with such ease.
This was no ordinary opponent.
Breaking through the Blade Storm’s lingering edges, the figure drove a fist toward me. I met it with Nuri’s blade.

Clang!

I stepped back several paces to dissipate the tremendous force transmitted through the blade’s contact.
Foolish fighters sometimes mistook a retreat for wounded pride and fought to stand their ground—but flowing with great force, yielding to it, was how one survived and brought down an opponent.

…….

Still, I was genuinely startled.
How long had it been since I was pushed back like this? I’m not reading too much into it, but it was an experience I hadn’t had in ages.
The collision just now felt like a massive monster throwing its full weight at me.
So there are creatures like this.
The one who’d stopped looked surprised too, staring at me with undisguised astonishment. He was a Black man standing nearly two meters tall, dressed in black special forces fatigues.

“Who are you?”
“I’m Black Hound.”

Hound? So a black dog then?

“What kind of nickname is that—sounds like a mutt.”

Head Breaker would be better. The more I chewed on it, the less bad Head Breaker seemed.

……

He frowned, but when I sheathed my blade, he relaxed slightly—only to tense again the moment he saw a Mine forming in my palm.

“I’m messenger. I don’t want to fight.”
“Why do foreigners keep coming to Korea and speaking in foreign languages? Speak Korean.”

The irritation that flared in me bled into a wave of killing intent.

“I’m messenger. I’m messenger. I’m messenger.”

He just kept repeating the same thing. What’s a messenger? Was he asking for my contact info?

“I’m messenger!”
“What? Die.”

When I reached out, the mutt raised both hands into a guard stance.

“Boxing? No, it’s combat sports.”

From the way he positioned himself, his base was mixed martial arts. A body honed to its absolute limit, Force built up methodically and stacked with precision—they interlocked to produce optimal efficiency and maximum power. This bastard was no ordinary madman.
He was exceptional.
I threw a punch, but he swayed out of the way, then shot back with one of his own. I batted it aside with my opposite hand, and a front kick came flying. Its force was no joke.
Every particle of dirt kicked up as he planted his feet carried Force with it.
I stepped back to evade the kick and raised a Force Shield against the incoming storm of power. But since I was only protecting my body, my clothes got shredded in places. The fabric tore and split.
Those were clothes I’d been rather fond of, and now they were in tatters.
His assault didn’t stop there. Like he was in a boxing match, he used his longer reach to throw punch after punch in rapid succession.
Dodging the attacks themselves wasn’t difficult, but the accompanying Force storm scratched at me messily. I didn’t take any wounds, but my clothes turned to rags in seconds.
After dodging more than a dozen punches and kicks, I finally managed to catch his arm.

“Got you.”

I drove Mine into his hand without reservation, beginning to shatter the bones in his palm……

Boom-boom-boom!

“You can withstand that?”

The Mine didn’t pierce through his skin. His muscles were stacked so densely they resembled armor, and Force acted as a shock absorber between them. Flesh and blood were as hard as steel plate.

……

His arm didn’t break, but he felt considerable pain—his eyebrows twitched before he yanked his hand back and counterattacked in panic.

Bang!

It was a trap. I released one arm while seizing the other.

“Still holding on?”

Let’s see how long you can last. I began pouring Force into him without limit.

Crack! Crackle!

An enormous cascade of Mines burrowed through him. Sensing he couldn’t give ground, he began drawing Force together to resist. I paid no mind, tearing through muscles layered upon themselves and Force buffers with Mines that bordered on infinite, destroying everything in my path.

“……!”

For the first time, cracks appeared in his expression. His brow furrowed as he clenched his teeth, bracing himself.
A battle of strength erupted between him desperately trying to push back the Mines and me trying to obliterate them. And I had never lost a single contest of Force output in my life.
The fact that my Mines had pierced through meant that in a siege, the gates had opened and I’d marched in. I’d seized victory.
The mutt’s bones, which he’d been holding on with desperate resolve, finally began to shatter.

Crack! Snap!

The arm that had held firm shattered and lost its strength. The mutt, refusing to surrender his senses even at the end, tilted his body and drove me back with a shoulder tackle, barely regaining his balance as he retreated.
Then something extraordinary happened. The arm that had bent in the opposite direction flipped back to its original orientation, and in the blink of an eye it had returned to normal.

“Super Regeneration.”

A Gift that could recover severed limbs the moment they were brought near—in an instant.
I didn’t know someone with this kind of power, this kind of Gift? Wait, Black Hound? Black Hound? I recalled what Jung Da-hyun had told me in the past.
The three Awakened Ones who first created the League.
Argos, Hell Master, Black Hound.
This bastard was one of them.
Now it made sense that he’d deflected my Mines, that he recovered from wounds that should have been fatal—all of it.
One of the world’s strongest Villains, then.
To me, he was nothing but the world’s strongest mutt.

“I’m messenger.”

He spoke again, as if seeing my expression. He kept saying that—was he asking for my KakaoTalk ID or something?
I had no interest in adding another lunatic to the mess I already had with Berserker.

“…….”
“Shit, you damn mutt!”

The mutt spat out a curse through a mouthful of rolled vowels and pulled something from his pocket.
The moment I saw thick smoke billowing up, I realized he was wearing a gas mask.
I immediately threw up a Force Shield and heightened my senses, bracing for an attack.
But he didn’t attack. Through the smoke screen, I saw his massive shadow not drawing closer but receding.
The world’s strongest Villain—and he’s running away?
Watching him pull back so quickly, his escape must be world-class too.

“If only I had perfect vision.”

I would’ve fed him the Blade Storm the moment I saw him bolt.
Chasing after him, I caught sight of his form diving into the Sea and the ship carrying the League Remnants that had fled—both retreating.
I immediately cast Blade Storm at the mutt, but there was no response. Dead or alive, I seemed to have missed him.
No pheasant—but I’d make do with the chicken left behind.
I sank the ship carrying the League Remnants with a Blade Storm.

“#$^%!@*”

As I cut off the breath of each bastard flailing in the Sea, the water began to stain red with blood.
By then, time had slipped away and the sun was rising. I stood on the water, waiting for Black Hound to surface again, but he never showed.
Should I dive down and chase after him? I considered it for a moment, but in this vast sea, there’d be no finding him.
I should have lured him in by offering to share my contact information. From now on, I’ll have to learn English and foreign languages—put them to use when I’m killing these bastards.
But that aside.
I’d had my gaze fixed on the eyeball-shaped object, about the size of a tennis ball, that had been hovering in mid-air since a while ago.
It had been there from the moment I started chasing after Black Hound.

“What are you?”

At my words, the eye covering it trembled, and the closed lids peeled open. A blue iris emerged, radiating light from within.

Crackle! Crackle-crackle!

At first came broken English, but before long, fluent Korean poured out.

-A pleasure to meet you, Choi Jun-ho. I am Argos of the League.
“The Villain who created the League?”
-That would be me.

I remembered what Jung Da-hyun had told me. A Villain called the apex of the League.
Eyes scattered across the globe, or so she’d said. I stared at the blue iris.

“So what do you want?”
-I sent Heinz, and it appears combat ensued. I offer my apologies. I want you to know that we had no intention of becoming your enemy.

So it wasn’t my contact information he’d been after.
Now I understood why Black Hound had stopped short of pressing his advantage and fled instead.

“Even so. Why dangle this grotesque eyeball in front of me?”
-You certainly are direct, aren’t you.
“Just speak.”
-I’ll get straight to the point then. The League wishes to recruit you.
“Why?”

I’m a state-certified Awakened One. Even if I joined the League, I’d be considered the enemy—wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
Looking at my track record, I’ve been walking the path of a righteous Hunter aligned with the state, haven’t I?
If anything, shouldn’t the League have me marked as priority for elimination?

-You, Choi Jun-ho, were born to become a Villain.

…Is this some kind of new way to start trouble?

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