[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-became-the-patron-of-villains":3,"chapter-became-the-patron-of-villains-became-the-patron-of-villains-chapter-333":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Became the Patron of Villains",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},759773,1006,"Chapter 333 : The one named Sloth (6)","became-the-patron-of-villains-chapter-333",333,"\u003Cp>Calmly, Sloth mumbled while holding Radan's trident, and everyone froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sloth’s condition was far from good—even saying so would be an understatement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body had been torn apart by countless attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his muttering contained no magical power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor did it carry any sense of pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was simply spoken as if stating a fact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the emotion it conveyed was just one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon felt a sense of confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was this emotion Sloth was showing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where did it come from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he wearing that expression?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, that thought didn’t last long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sloth’s words continued slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KWAHHHHH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening explosion that seemed to burst everyone’s eardrums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uweeegh~!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radan, trembling all over, spewed black blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him, Sloth was already standing proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radan collapsed, vomiting blood over and over again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as everyone realized what had happened, the first to move was Seolrang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KWAANG—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like before, Seolrang moved at an incomprehensible speed and swung her leg like a whip at Sloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KWAHHHHH—!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, Sloth’s body was driven sideways, tearing the ground apart with a thunderous roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sloth showed no change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He merely lowered his right hand, the one that had blocked Seolrang’s kick, with a bored expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seolrang, who had briefly widened her eyes, furrowed her brows deeply and launched forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackling golden electricity levitated everything around them for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if in a vacuum, it all floated, then exploded loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seolrang’s fist immediately struck Sloth again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another maddening roar flipped the surrounding landscape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet again, Sloth was simply pushed back, calmly lowering his arm, seemingly unharmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seolrang bit her lip hard and charged again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACKLE—CRACKLE!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden lightning shot in all directions, targeting Sloth’s entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Head, right side, ribs, legs, back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning flashed in and out repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The enemy’s body was pushed around momentarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Seolrang raised her leg to stomp down on Sloth’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next instant—a mere moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shifted her stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just barely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just barely blocked Sloth’s counterattack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KWA-KA-KA-KA-KA-KANG—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was on another level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seolrang was pushed back so far that a giant line was carved into the black field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clenched her trembling arm with force and gritted her teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But anyone present could already tell who would win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sloth was still a wreck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that only brought a deep silence to everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone watching understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That in this state, Sloth could not be defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, everyone recalled Sloth’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That he would make them understand it was only natural to die by his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That quiet murmur was etched into their minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ha—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone let out a hollow laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone else stared blankly in terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another simply froze, as if they couldn’t comprehend what was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one thing was true for all of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t help but acknowledge Sloth’s words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That he was an opponent they could not deal with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That he was an opponent they could not defeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That he was an opponent they couldn’t even attempt to face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no choice but to understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light in their eyes vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their pride and spirit withered away like dust in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The courage that held firm when facing disgusting lumps of flesh now turned into deep fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon remained expressionless, calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘This situation is the worst.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He coldly assessed the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sloth had a personality different from what Alon knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His plan had already unraveled the moment Sloth appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To put it plainly, Alon had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he didn’t despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t revealed his final card yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“....”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those gathered here, who were repeatedly forced to accept defeat and surrender by Sloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that, he lifted his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the sky, as planned, the rift was still forming, and his Reverse Heaven technique was not yet undone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a complete loss yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon had already laid out the plan in his mind without reservation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he simply needed to combine only the necessary parts to form a new plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, this plan wasn’t as solid as one devised over several days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was still effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling that, Alon quietly looked up at the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There it was—part of the old plan—the “rift.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So then, what remained was time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time to endure against that irrational, absurd existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The time to keep the rift open until the plan was ready.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But among those present, none could buy that time against the “Sin of Sloth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not Seolrang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not Radan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not Eliban, the main character of Psychedelia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn’t stop the sin before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if everything needed to counter it were prepared—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The actual sin that appeared was far more unreasonable than Alon had known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, giving up was not an option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the moment they gave up, everything would be over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon fiddled with a statue in his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was “The Beast of Possibility,” an artifact he obtained from the Labyrinth of Whispers located in Rosario, after dealing with the half-awakened Sin of Purity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A one-use artifact that could summon the “user” at their strongest state for a limited time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, even with this, he wouldn’t be able to easily block the sin before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was okay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Alon needed was time—nothing more, nothing less.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Therefore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Radan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon tossed the Beast of Possibility to Radan, who was closest to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radan caught the statue, his face briefly puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pour magic into it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following Alon’s command, Radan imbued it with mana without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The statue began to glow intensely and devoured Radan whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—WUUUUUUUUUUNG\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A burst of overwhelming magical energy erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s eyes immediately turned toward it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Sloth’s listless gaze shifted to Radan, now radiating a bluish light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light released increasingly fierce mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Sloth just stood there indifferently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though it seemed like the situation might turn, Sloth made no move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, his once-dull eyes now held a strange hint of anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally, when the explosive mana died down and the light dimmed—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There stood—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A confused Radan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still clad in his usual blue armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single emotion flickered across Sloth’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Undeniable disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone's eyes were on Radan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seolrang, Eliban, the mages and soldiers, even the knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And their gazes were all filled with the same thing—confusion and disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radan had received something from Alon and released enough magic to shake the entire land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint hope had started to rise in everyone's hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe—just maybe—there was still a way to overcome this despair?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the one who emerged from that immense outburst of mana was just…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slightly cleaner version of Radan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Different?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least to the knights, soldiers, and mages, nothing seemed different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seolrang could only think, “Ah, he’s a bit taller. Maybe a little stronger.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Alon—who knew exactly what the Beast of Possibility was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Felt much the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘…What’s going on?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The artifact was supposed to summon the “user” at their strongest point in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, Alon expected a version of Radan from ten or twenty years in the future to appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given Radan’s nature of collecting and mastering relics, he was bound to grow stronger over time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Radan in front of him didn’t seem that much older or more experienced than the current one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Looks like there’s no point in waiting any longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sloth muttered, revealing a strange disappointment beneath his apathy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOOOSH—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he unleashed his magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BLEGH~!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers outside the blackened territory immediately vomited and fainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overwhelming purple mana rapidly spread in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRICK—CRACKLE—!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lumps of flesh that had been still as corpses began to twitch and rise, like puppets on strings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as despair and gloom returned to the air—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radan, surveying the situation, let out a low murmur of realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is the past, isn’t it? Brother’s still here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned and found Alon, nodding as if he understood everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what I need to do is stop this guy, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed at Sloth as he concluded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if it were no big deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With an eerie sense of detachment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You think you can stop me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sloth answered lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if it wasn’t even worth laughing at, completely uninterested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at those words, Radan suddenly stared blankly at him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ah—]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then smirked, as if finally understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Arise, my apostles.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rising mounds of flesh suddenly exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or more precisely, shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was closer to a metamorphosis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a cocoon being ripped open as a butterfly emerges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally, from within—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>■—!!!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A white giant emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many times larger than a human, yet still vaguely human-shaped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its entire body disturbingly emaciated, like a starving beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pure white being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Alon saw it, he realized one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I was wrong.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—he hadn’t even thought of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d assumed Radan had grown stronger through relics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the Radan he knew had done exactly that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was the Radan of this timeline—one Alon had saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The original Radan—the one used as a vessel for sin—was bound to be entangled with sin no matter the reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, in countless parallel worlds, the strongest version of Radan—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was not one who mastered relics to their limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor one who skillfully wielded unique powers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor the one possessed by Jealousy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The strongest Radan across all existing timelines—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pure white beings began to fill the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Radan’s appearance began to change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He consumed the manifested sin—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blue armor turned a blood-red hue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You asked if I could stop you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His once-blue hair turned pitch black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blue eyes took on a bizarre crimson glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course I can~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time, Sloth’s eyes widened in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Radan stared at him and said—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve already devoured one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted his lips into a gruesome grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Monsters like you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Radan had become a sin himself.\u003C\u002Fp>",1686,"2026-06-02T12:43:45.412Z",1,"novelbin.me","06229c0fdf3dccfe37933200c1e24dc4ff50eac2ca482b24af46a62a63c92086","became-the-patron-of-villains-chapter-334","became-the-patron-of-villains-chapter-332",479,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecame-the-patron-of-villains-cover.jpg"]