Chapter 2- Ending this life

People say the most dangerous are those who are cornered, but no, the truly dangerous are those who have the guts to kill their loved ones.

After all, they hold the power to destroy the whole world with a single snap, no matter which world it is.

"AaaGgghh! You puny human!" A bulky man cried out while swinging his massive axe. His body stood over 7 feet tall, and the axe, weighing more than a ton, created a force that destroyed the land beneath his feet. But even this destruction was smaller compared to the small craters formed on the ground throughout the mile.

Once again, his axe swung toward a lone figure standing amidst the battleground. This figure, holding two swords, blocked attacks from two different individuals: a woman in a pristine white Daoist robe holding a silver blade, and a man wielding a scythe.

Both were blocked by a mere human between them.

"Damn it!!" In an instant, the bulky man closed the half-mile distance, arriving ahead of his assailant after initially being thrown so far.

CLANK!

'?!'

But even before his axe could enter a 2-meter range of the man, a trident hurled through the air, blocking the axe with a force that shattered the ground beneath into several tiny scattered pieces. The shockwave formed a web-like structure of cracks stretching out.

"Kughh! How are you able to control this!" Not the one wielding the axe, but the man with the scythe tried to comprehend this sight. The sword in the man's hand, normally used by the enchantress glimmered with it's complete energy—something which was impossible.

Let alone simply one, but that trident too.

Indeed, this human—no, mere human—was wielding weapons whose single cost would equal his whole race's lives, and yet he commanded not just one, but two of them.

"Why would I tell someone who is going to die soon?" Avendial tilted his head towards the demon, his hollow blue eyes devoid of any attachments. Even the pain from his tendons and muscles breaking under the force above their limits seemed soothing.

The strength of those he was blocking was not simple. They were like whole legions themselves, evident from the pressure Avendial's body endured.

His feet sank 10 inches into the stone due to the mere clashes of their swords.

Either way, if it had been before, he wouldn't have engaged in a battle like this, where his defeat was inevitable. But right now...

Everything depended on his performance in this battle.

He needed to achieve the results at all costs, or else he would lose everything.

"It's a pity that you will die today, or else I would have definitely appreciated a tea," said the woman wearing a Daoist robe, appearing like the incarnation of beauty. Her long eyelashes framed deep, black eyes that pitied this human. If she had met him earlier, she would have appreciated having a conversation with him.

After all, the strong respect strength but admire those who possess the potential to surpass it.

And she, the sect master of the Divine Lotus Dominion, was impressed by this man's ability to stay in the battle against these many Empyreals for more than two minutes.

Of course, none of them present here were weaker than those seven women.

Simply put, those seven were hailed because they were the only strongest ones united by something until now, unlike her or the others who held too much pride and ego to form an alliance.

Unbeknownst to her, the lock that kept those seven women together was in front of her.

CRACK!

With a burst of internal energy, her body exerted a force enormous enough to shatter the sword in his hand, which had appeared formidable a few moments ago. The arc she formed sliced through Avendial's arms, cutting through flesh and breaking bones.

"Fine, you puny human, take this too!" The demon holding the scythe twisted his body, sharp demonic energy shrouding his blade. It was enough to form an energy projection a hundred feet tall, with the blade of the scythe descending from above.

It appeared as if the enormous energy blade was tearing through the clouds, falling upon the ant-like figure of Avendial.

'...21 more,' Avendial thought, looking at the scythe's blade. The pain of his mutilated arm was nothing to him. With his other arm clenching the sword of the enchantress, he kept his gaze towards the sky, calculating each minute that had passed since he started this battle.

Each passing minute was a recollection of his memories about his inevitable destiny.

'Divine Shield,' Avendial inwardly called out.

BOOM!

The energy blade that was descending on the ground moments ago collided with a huge, glowing shield projection filled with enormous divine energy, directly stopping the scythe lashed in demonic energy—a battle between two opposite entities.

'?!'

"How is this possible? How can he wield divinity with that human body?" Many were taken aback, but one of the priests came forward from the group standing around the battleground. They stayed at a distance due to the pressure exerted by this battle, where several strong Empyreals were involved against a human.

"Don't tell me, did you kill those women—SCKHLT! " Seeing how this human was able to wield so much variety of energy and peak weapons, the priest thought it could be a forbidden technique where he gained access to them by killing those women. Yet before he could finish his words, a large amethyst crystal penetrated his abdomen, splitting his body into two pieces.

"Aahhh!"

"N-no!"

A few of them cried out, seeing such a gruesome scene occurring in a small lapse of time, not giving any of them enough chance to respond as blood splattered all over their faces and clothes.

'Don't tell me,' the woman in the Daoist robe thought, her eyes widening the moment she caught sight of that amethyst crystal, which had just killed one of the men accompanying them.

Her shock came from the fact that every human who died in this battle against the Xivarians on this floor had that crystal penetrating their body, whether it was those seven women or the thousands of other humans following them.

This all pointed towards one thing.

"You killed your own team members," she turned towards Avendial, whose eyes were blue but face was covered in a web of purple veins and nerves stretching across his skin.

This proved that the amethyst crystals scattered across the battlefield were his doing, making all of them realize that this human had killed everyone on this floor after they dealt with the Xivarians.

"YOU ARE A MONSTER!" the woman cried out, her eyes bloodshot. Not that she had never killed anyone or was innocent—she had killed more people than breaths that human had taken—but her anger stemmed from the fact that he betrayed those people.

She hated betrayals the most and now abhorred the man in front of her, holding a blade with another hand being mutilated.

Her figure instantly vanished, closing the ten steps of distance in a blink. Her sword's tip was just an inch away from Avendial, his blue eyes reflecting the sharp silver glow of her blade. The nerves in his pupils contracted, and another sound echoed through the battlefield.

Schlkt!

"Cough!... khuckkk." The woman's pristine robe was drenched in her own blood as she stopped mid-air. Her trembling pupils showed the excruciating pain assaulting her mind.

An amethyst crystal pillar had emerged from the ground, tearing through her abdomen and pinning her in place just a few inches from Avendial's face. He had a small blade mark on his face from where he deflected her sword by slightly leaning and struck back.

drip drip

Blood trickled from her abdominal wound. She coughed up a mouthful of blood, unable to comprehend how this had happened. She hadn't felt any attack, nor seen him move. Her reconstructed body, which was stronger than any weapon, had been easily pierced. 'I-impossible...'

"I am not a monster," Avendial said, looking at the woman who had met the same fate as the others. There were still several more on the battlefield who needed to meet this fate. But before continuing, he clarified in a deep firm tone, "I aM a VILLAIN, tHe onE yOUr hEaVeNs CREATED "

His voice carried the weight of his story—a life of misery from the beginning to now, where he stood as the final villain who killed the remaining ones with his own hand, following his destiny.

Fate and destiny had pushed him by taking everything he cared for, trying to crush him over and over. Yet he had risen above it all. But today...

He had given the heavens what it wanted from him—his suffering.

Now it was heaven's turn to give him what he wanted—everything.

"KILL HIM!"

"Everyone he needs to die today!"

"Why Lustre is attacking us!"

" Kill these succubus too!"

Several voices echoed in the place where he stood alone, drenched in crimson fluid. His hand lifted up.

It didn't matter who they were—the succubus who fought by his side despite knowing her fate, or the individuals of different races, each one marked.

"....Just a bit more," Avendial muttered. His body had already burned more than half of his life force. Now, the outer layer of his skin started to shred away and fall, and his eyes were losing their vision. Yet he kept himself awake for a few more moments.

Indeed, he had been burning his life force—or more specifically, the life force he had gathered from his wives—a price he needed to pay for another chance.

"You human!" An individual holding a trident appeared beside Avendial, who was static, his eyes barely controlling his already exhausted body.

Schlkt!

A flesh-tearing sound echoed as the trident passed through someone who had stepped between the blue-skinned man and Avendial, facing the broken man.

"Ugh.... it really hurts," Ariana Lustre looked at Avendial. Three sharp blades—part of the trident—protruded from her abdomen. Yet her eyes remained fixated on him before her hands clasping his cheeks.

Avendial's eyes, filled with killing intent, though hollow, clearly indicated that everyone was going to die today. Ariana formed a smile, biting her lips, and said, "You look even more hot in those blood stains."

"What do you want?" Avendial, knowing that everything would end soon, repeated the same words he had once said to this same succubus.

"Hm, yours." Despite the enormous pain from the poisonous trident piercing her body, and while the man holding the weapon seemed to have lost his head moments ago, Ariana poked her delicate finger on Avendial's chest. In a teasing, sultry tone, she said while pointing towards her crouch area, "In here."

"I'm into noble women, not..." Avendial's hand slowly lifted, dropping the sword of the Enchantress to the ground. Tiny shards of purple crystal started to form around his hand as he continued the other line he had once told this succubus, halting just before saying the word 'whores'.

Initially, he was indeed unaware of the races of this world. With his prejudices against succubi and vampires, he never saw them as anything other than sex demons or bloodsuckers, who were helpless against their instincts—atleast at those times when he was new in this world.

"Hah," Ariana finally managed to get hold of this man who remained hidden behind his noble wives, wrapping her arms around him tightly as the purple shards scattered around and the massacre began.' at last got you Avendial'

"AaaGghh!"

"Khughhh!"

"My shie—Khuck!"

Several cries echoed and faded, along with a voice coming from Ariana's lips.

She parted them to say the same words she once told this man, whose body was now as cold as hers. As her consciousness faded away with her whispered words remaining," Then I can become your personal whor...."