The Strongest Villain, Who Had Secluded Himself Deep in the Mountains To Avoid the Destruction Flag, Is Forced Onto the Main Stage by the Heroine He Helped - Chapter 38 : Villain V/s Villain

Alba’s method of combat is extremely straightforward.

He approaches and delivers quick punches and kicks on the vital points to maximize the damage.

Despite being born with a talent for magic, why doesn’t he use magic? Isn’t it monotonous? You might think so, but Alba was just an ordinary Japanese person before he was reincarnated.

For someone like that to suddenly take magic as the main focus in just a few years, the lack of familiarity would show somewhere and disrupt his training.

In that case, it’s better to use the martial arts familiar to his own world and make magic a supporting element.

In a life threatening battle, a single lack of familiarity can lead to death.

In the current situation where it’s unclear where the threads of ruin are lying, Alba didn’t want to leave any room for error in combat.

However, even just striking with fists at increasing speeds, each punch becoming stronger, is literally powerful enough with a single blow.

As Alba closed in on Yoru, he ruthlessly swung his fist towards her abdomen.

Yoru twisted her body trying to dodge, but it was too late, and she took a blow to her pelvis.

“Ugh!”

“Tch.”

Originally, Alba’s movements should have been impossible to track.

Still, Yoru’s physical abilities had been raised up to the fourth stage, and that’s why she could keep up.

Surely, if Yoru, who could track movements without enhancing physical abilities, had reinforced her body, she could have matched Alba evenly.

However, Yoru was a magician. Even with enhancements, she was barely able to avoid vital spots.

The recoil from being struck didn’t dissipate immediately.

Without delay, Alba’s fists and kicks rained down on her like a storm.

‘Because she has enhanced her body, one blow won’t be enough to kill her.’

At this point, he had no hesitation about killing others.

As a Japanese, his ethical sense had been erased by the lack of ethics in this world.

‘So, I’ll strike her repeatedly until she can no longer move!’

More and more strikes rained down on Yoru and she was getting hit by them most of the time. 

With extreme speed and precision, he gave her no chance to flinch, no chance to even think of counterattacking.

No matter how enhanced she was, if he struck her with the force to shatter even walls, eventually her body would collapse.

At that moment, the fist he had struck with was suddenly grabbed leaving him flabbergasted.

“I’ve got you.”

The fact that she caught it left Alba momentarily blank in thought.

“I am finally getting used to it, huh? Once I’ve caught you, anything is possible!”

Without hesitation, Yoru conjured a fireball from her free hand.

At this distance, in this moment, Alba couldn’t evade. Once caught, there would be a discrepancy in his movements.

Before the heat could conduct, if she could restrain him here, she would be able to reduce him to ashes with just the magic she had pounded into it.

One strike, one kill. Yoru’s determined thoughts were poured into the fireball.

But…

“Poor effort.”

With a sharp, swift sound, electricity surged through Yoru’s body.

“Ah, damn it! It hurts!!”

“Naive, you scum. Your imagination falls far short of shaping your magic.”

The image Alba had for magic was electricity.

Although he tended to focus on the fast movements of his body, its true purpose lay here.

Before the fireball could reach, he conducted electricity through Yoru’s body.

It was more than just numbness. It was a burning pain that stripped away Yoru’s mental power.

In that opening, driven by rage, Alba didn’t let her escape.

“Did you have fun tormenting the weak?”

The storm of strikes continued.

“Did it amuse you to manipulate people at your whim?”

More and more strikes continued to rain down on her.

“Do you enjoy hurting the people I care about?!”

The anger persisted.

Ignoring the sensation of bones shattering under his fists and the softness under his feet, Alba’s onslaught didn’t halt.

“She’s a girl I saved and you dare hurt her.”

Sheria and Mina were now an irreplaceable part of his life.

It might have been incidental, but they were undoubtedly girls he had saved in this world with his own intentions and not due to the influence of death flags.

He would take full responsibility for saving them.

To ensure they could smile till the end and never say goodbye. He had a responsibility to protect the environment where they could continue to smile.

The story didn’t matter. The plot didn’t matter. The death flags didn’t matter.

This responsibility wasn’t the protagonist’s, but the antagonist’s.

“I can’t stand them being tainted by a scum like you!”

One strike. A fist filled with emotions pierced Yoru’s face.

Bouncing off the ground, she flew much farther than a leap.

Slowly, Alba exhaled.

His magical power wasn’t limitless. Despite his talented body, magic had its limitations.

But before that… the antagonist’s limits had been reached.

“Hahahaha… Contrary to appearances, I did have some confidence in my strength,” Yoru said, while wobbling on her feet.

Her footing was unsure, and her body twitched in spasms.

The damage from Alba’s strikes had finally manifested in visible damage.

He knew that it was her limit. Even Alba, observing from the sidelines, could tell.

“Oh… splendid. While I didn’t get to punch God, this is the first time I’ve been beaten so thoroughly.”

With unsteady steps, Yoru stepped forward.

“This is my fate.”

People eventually die.

In her case, she would die before getting a chance to stick it to God.

“This sort of ending isn’t too bad either.”

With a smile that bordered on insanity, Yoru looked up at the sky.

She wouldn’t just collapse here. She wouldn’t let herself be captured by the knights and become a criminal awaiting execution.

Right now, right in front of her… was a different, wonderful ending than she had envisioned.

“Come on, hero! If you leave me alone like this, I’ll go kill her familiar, the one she treasures!”

Yoru shouted at Alba, stretching out both her arms.

After using magic continuously and raising her body enhancement magic to the fourth stage, her magical energy was completely depleted.

Standing here like this was to prepare her own ending of rebellion against God.

“…Even without you saying it, I would kill you.”

Alba’s body vanished from where he was standing.

Around the time she thought that, a long and sturdy leg appeared in front of Yoru.

“…Looks like there wasn’t a god.”

The kick was connected and the sound of bones cracking and shattering echoed in the vicinity.

Yoru’s eyes were familiar enough with fear to clearly see Alba’s kick.

However, of course, there was no trace of fear left.

“If there weren’t, they wouldn’t have prepared such a refreshing ending like this.”

The kick was like a blade, cleanly severing Yoru’s neck.

She had been a beautiful woman. If she had walked a straight path, she would have built a wonderful family and led a happy life. An unfamiliar discomfort still surged within Alba’s chest.

Even if it was to protect those he wanted to protect, even if he hadn’t hesitated now, he couldn’t find pleasure in taking someone’s life.

“…There is a god.”

As he watched her falling body, Alba whispered softly.

“Otherwise, they wouldn’t have prepared a villainous character like me.”

The moonlight enveloped the surroundings.

In that setting, the battle of villain against villain came to an end with the silence of a curtain fall.

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