[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-m-in-love-with-the-villainess":3,"chapter-i-m-in-love-with-the-villainess-i-m-in-love-with-the-villainess-chapter-151":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I'm in Love with the Villainess!",{"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},894989,1171,"Chapter 151: Fuck Logic!","i-m-in-love-with-the-villainess-chapter-151",151,"\u003Cp>Every step I took on the black flames felt like it seared straight through my soul. All the training I’d done to resist pain suddenly felt useless. I was just a kid again, staring at his first fresh wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You want the girl to live, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beelzebub’s voice echoed through the void, clear and inescapable, even though his mouth never moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fiona? T-1? My students...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many have I lost by now? How many have I let die because of my own incompetence? Fiona was the last straw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Photographic Memory]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was my last and longest student, the one who survived mission after mission without losing her brightness, no matter how dark the job got.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one who broke my monotony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was she even just a student anymore?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Photographic Memo—ERROR\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>S-Shut up...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Photogra—ERROR\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I said shut up!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Photographic Memory]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. By then, she was my partner. The one who broke through my walls and my disassociation from the world. The one who, even if only for a while, pulled me out of the Crown of Thorns. My...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My first real Evelina...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I bit my lower lip. My mind made me feel the pain, even if this wasn’t my physical body. I’d gone through worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some pathetic flames weren’t going to stop me from getting what I wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I clenched my fist and sprinted. The moment I moved, the path stretched further, Beelzebub’s form shrinking the faster I ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn’t matter. I’d already made up my mind. I had to reach him. Even if my heart was with Evelina now, I could still try to make up for my mistake in the past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To save someone who reminded me of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if I knew it wasn’t directly my fault, who the fuck cares about logic at this point? Why would I care that it wasn’t my fault she chose this line of work?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It doesn’t matter!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ssst!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ssst!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ssst!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of fire melting and searing flesh had become background noise as I kept sprinting. It didn’t matter if the destination was unreachable. There’s no such thing as impossible if you’re stubborn enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I mean, I got transmigrated into another world. Who’s to say I can’t bypass infinity?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[DIE!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Phantoms suddenly appeared along the sides of the flaming path, each one running toward me at the same speed, perfectly mirroring my movements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were they regrets? Versions of me? Or just plain generic bad guys in the way of my happy ending?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again... who cares!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t get in my way, you bastards!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I kicked the first one in the groin, grabbed it by the shoulder, and threw it behind me. Next, I punched one straight in the throat, making it stumble backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t bother finishing them off. I wasn’t even sure I could. That wasn’t my priority anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I needed to sprint, not fight—just sprint!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step peeled something off through the pain: pride, discipline, detachment. The calm mask I’d worn for years burned away layer by layer until only the ugly core remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Regret.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even mental training was nothing when faced with sheer soul-rending pain from mythical fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop running!\" I snarled, not even sure who I was yelling at anymore. \"Face me, you bastard!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beelzebub didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The path split.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One lane burned hotter, darker, the flames almost black-purple, crackling with something like annihilation. The other burned lower and steadier—controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The throne loomed closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. I was shrinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Choose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hotter path roared with power—immediate, absolute, and far closer to Beelzebub’s throne—yet it came at a terrible cost: sheer, unimaginable pain that would probably make me pass out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The steadier path pulsed faintly: control, patience, and stability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t slow down. I didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who the hell would choose the second option!?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Give me everything,\" I said hoarsely. \"I’ll pay it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment my foot touched the darker flames—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something inside my chest split open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire didn’t burn anymore. It sank in—not around me, but into me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phantoms rushing at me ignited, screaming as they dissolved before they could reach my skin. The path stopped stretching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, it shortened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beelzebub leaned forward on his throne, chin resting against his knuckles. His vast, ancient eyes finally acknowledged me as something more than an insect crawling toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something more than just a pawn he could manipulate and use as his champion. An equal, and a soul that even hell would appreciate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come then, child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My entire body burst into flames at the sound of his words, not just searing my feet anymore, but consuming me from head to toe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My speed faltered the moment I felt the fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That didn’t stop me. I couldn’t let it stop me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I kept running. Even if I was slower now, that didn’t mean I was finished. It just meant the reward would be far greater than I’d imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why else would I be given this much pain for choosing this path?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No pain, no gain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames climbed higher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t just burn—theydug. Like talons sinking beneath skin that didn’t exist, prying open seams in my soul I didn’t know were there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memories spilled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beijing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gunfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blindfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trembling voice calling me \"sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRACK.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another fracture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stumbled, but didn’t fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire filled the cracks instead of widening them. It poured into every weakness, every hollow space I’d carved out to survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Detachment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were defenses that came up when the Crown of Thorns wasn’t enough for me to cope with reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In short, they were defenses filled with holes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the flames were eager to occupy them. I could feel my speed getting even slower the moment they did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>B-but...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nathan!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice—T-1... no, Trish’s voice. I’m not letting this happen again. Even if Fiona only acted a little like her, even if our situation only barely resembled Beijing, I wouldn’t let that stop me from settling this stupid regret that had been holding me back without me even realizing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m going to face it—and that starts with making a deal with a demon prince for the second time.\u003C\u002Fp>",1028,"2026-06-03T05:52:53.768Z",1,"novelbin.me","6690f765ce61ba24cbcabc14c97b08ca2280da513e7612a58be08d2ed68dc2eb","i-m-in-love-with-the-villainess-chapter-152","i-m-in-love-with-the-villainess-chapter-50",324,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-m-in-love-with-the-villainess-cover.jpg"]