[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-villain-s-pov":3,"chapter-the-villain-s-pov-the-villain-s-pov-chapter-151":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","THE VILLAIN'S POV",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},336838,598,"Chapter 151 151: Total Chaos","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-151",151,"\u003Cp>—Frey Starlight's Pov—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How surreal it was—to witness the very events I once imagined unfold before my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a solemn expression, I watched the complete annihilation of Old Yharnam—that bleak, accursed city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was strange… to see all those innocent people react as they did to the massacre unfolding before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt conflicted, knowing what lay beyond—knowing the truths that others couldn't begin to comprehend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The land of the Ultras…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A forsaken place where morality had long ceased to exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Atrocities like what befell the former Lord of House Moonlight and his children weren't shocking tragedies there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were daily occurrences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what of the Empire's citizens?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their voices rang through the air—cheering, screaming, howling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for what, exactly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the heads that rolled with every passing second of the broadcast?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason… guilt settled deep in my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, whether one was born into the Empire or the Ultras—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was nothing but luck. A mere whim of fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a miserable tale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What happened to Yharnam… to the Ultras…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And soon, what would happen to the Empire itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deafening roars dimmed, fading into murmurs and hushed whispers, like the dying echoes of a vast stadium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only natural. The broadcast had cut off abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last thing shown was Mist's team, just as they were about to return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many assumed it was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even looked disappointed, as if they had wanted more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still, they were content.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if their hunger wasn't completely sated, it was enough to silence them for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, the crowd began to disperse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the screens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because I was the only one who knew…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The show had never ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, it had yet to begin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ultras – Old Yharnam\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This… doesn't bode well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramiel Callistes muttered, his expression darkening as he sensed powerful auras closing in at an alarming rate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ombra… staying any longer isn't an opt—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could finish, something pierced through his right side, silencing him instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gaping wound was left behind, blood gushing in torrents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him stood a strange young man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arm wasn't human—it was covered in a massive blade, forged not from steel, but from flesh and black blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked more beast than man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was marred with scars, his sunken eyes tinged with a deep black hue, making his flesh appear decayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair was pure white, his entire presence exuding madness—clear in the way he bit into his own fingers with eerie fervor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too soft… weak… weak…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange man, indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other hand, Mergo smirked upon seeing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You sure took your time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old drunkard had seriously considered leaving if things dragged on any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, he had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence here was an order from above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lord Mergo.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-haired man turned toward him, his expression shifting entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if he was in awe of the ragged-looking old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He almost looked like he was about to smile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until a blinding beam of light tore through his body, sending him crashing through multiple buildings in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, Ramiel Callistes rose, his face twisted in irritation, as if he had already grown tired of this nonsense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gaping wound in his side was already completely gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who the hell are you calling weak, brat?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'I don't want to be here any longer …'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The auras surrounding them grew stronger, one after another, enclosing them like a noose tightening around prey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beneath their feet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A colossal shadow spread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within it, a grotesque figure emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A towering man with a single horn protruding from his forehead, his entire body wrapped in black bandages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was massive, his physique unnaturally disproportionate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he laid eyes on those before him, he let out a boisterous laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now this is a rare sight… we don't get visitors like this every day, do we?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among all those present, Melina was the one who regarded him most intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His appearance and build matched the exact description given by the Temple's disciples—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who had appeared from nowhere during the invasion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gvardiol.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, even as he arrived, another presence loomed over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One far more suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man clad in a luxurious black suit and a long coat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A peculiar sword rested in his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the sheer weight of his presence made the air itself feel crushingly heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mist was the first to recognize him. After all, this was a face he had seen in the last war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Gavid Lindman...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Gavid stood a distinct young man, his face concealed by a mask. He didn't step forward—he simply watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pay close attention, Vinny... A battle like this doesn't happen every day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drawing his spectral, ethereal blade—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gavid was already prepared to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is about to turn into complete chaos...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sorcerer, Luc Valerion, remarked with a serious expression as he began preparing his spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Everyone… buy me some time.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice resonated in the minds of his comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That old man is a teleportation expert. He shattered my spell before... but this time, I'll prepare something far stronger, though it will take time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How long do you need?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mist was quick and to the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ten minutes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone heard him loud and clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Spear Saint, Isaac Claude, gripped his weapon and drove it deep into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Allow me to clear the path.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the point of impact—and all around them—hundreds, no, thousands of majestic spears erupted, creating a breathtaking spectacle as they targeted every enemy in sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The spears dispelled Gvardiol's shadow completely, yet they posed no real threat to the Ultras, who effortlessly deflected them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mergo, in particular, didn't even bother dodging—the spears simply disintegrated into tiny fragments the moment they neared him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the goal wasn't to harm them—it was to buy time. And that was exactly what Isaac Claude aimed to do, unleashing such a massive attack, knowing it wouldn't deal any real damage—after all, he was only S+ rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the endless barrage of spears, the Imperial faction prepared for their next move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This should buy us some time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a surge of dark aura erupted toward them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was rushing at them at an incredible speed, screaming violently—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its target: the Spear Saint, Isaac Claude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing in its path, Adam Smasher—the armored juggernaut—positioned himself to intercept whatever was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emerging from the darkness was the strange, white-haired young man that Calistis had thrown away moments ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time—he was like a raging beast, his body covered in a hardened flesh-like armor, rampaging forward, destroying everything in his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adam Smasher widened his stance, stretching both arms forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Deploying the shield!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground trembled as a magnificent silver shield enveloped his massive frame, a draconic helmet forming around his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy radiating from the shield was no joke—this was the strongest shield in the Empire, the Silver Dragon Shield, the very artifact that allowed Adam Smasher, an S+ rank, to stand against those far stronger than himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in mere moments—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two forces collided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact sent shockwaves through the battlefield, the ground trembling beneath them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One, clad in a monstrous, blood-drenched armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other, encased in majestic, silver plating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their auras clashed violently as both warriors sank into the ground, neither able to overpower the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the rest of the battlefield was in complete chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could assist—each fighter was already engaged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mergo and Gavid had launched their attacks immediately, keeping their opponents locked in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—shadows spread once again beneath their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gvardiol was lurking, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Total mayhem.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one who hadn't moved was Ramiel Calistis, who remained by Luc Valerion's side, standing guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Man… my faith isn't strong enough to deal with this mess.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I want to go home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramiel grumbled, still watching the chaos unfold before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Melina clashed with Mergo, while Gavid Lindman faced off against Mist Umbra.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ramiel analyzed the battlefield slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gavid Lindman… an ancient lord.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then there was that strange old man…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never heard of him before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even that menace, Melina, was struggling against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from the looks of it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't even going all out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's with these Ultras…?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ramiel processed everything, massive, black iron heads came hurtling toward him at terrifying speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the bishop easily deflected them—raising a barrier of holy energy in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That whelp attacks from the shadows while keeping his distance... but he's weak compared to Lindman and the old man. I'll ignore him for now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening explosion snapped him back to the battlefield behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adam Smasher and Isaac Claude were still locked in combat with that rampaging beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The screams grew louder and louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-haired man howled in madness, his body warping—slowly transforming into something grotesque.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isaac!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adam Smasher had managed to hold him back so far, but the continuous surge in his opponent's strength made one thing clear—dragging out this fight would be a fatal mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the white-haired berserker, Isaac Claude appeared, his spear shimmering with raging winds as he took a perfect combat stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Heavenly Spear Style: Plasma Burst!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the tip of his spear, Isaac unleashed a devastating strike—blasting through the berserker's back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A direct hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His target hadn't even attempted to defend himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It should have been enough to finish him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in that moment—everything changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-haired man's screams fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monstrous, gut-wrenching sound echoed as flesh stacked upon flesh, bones merged with bones, and his body swelled grotesquely in size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dear god… what kind of curse is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A nightmarish abomination—cursed to the core—erupted forth, seizing Adam Smasher in a single massive hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer pressure of his aura alone would have killed Adam Smasher instantly—if not for the shield protecting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was only a matter of time before the shield reached its limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes were now fixed on their clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure radiating from the white-haired berserker had soared to SS-rank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Adam!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spear, blindingly fast, pierced through the berserker's hand, forcing him to release Adam Smasher, who retreated instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Isaac Claud also backed away hastily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their enemy had surpassed them completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Die… this hurts… mother… I… pain… die… why… why… I… mother… death… pain…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHY?!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scream of rage—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive, monstrous body ripped itself apart, revealing the white-haired man's original form, now clad in armor-like flesh, his speed incomprehensible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a single moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Watch out, Cla—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>**SHNK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you… this hurts!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The white-haired berserker's hand had pierced straight through Isaac Claud's chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a second, Isaac himself didn't even realize what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Spear Saint tried to grab his weapon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A surge of dark energy exploded from the berserker's hand, disintegrating the upper half of Isaac Claude's body into dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground trembled beneath the white-haired man's feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one could comprehend what was happening anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He was human just minutes ago…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He's turning into something… into…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That power—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A demon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His screams grew wilder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cries of agony filled the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wailing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utter insanity.\u003C\u002Fp>",1902,"2026-05-30T03:41:22.346Z","2026-06-01T04:30:13.202Z",1,"novelbin.me","3786a70f8dc1eb80d444b4d91f39a373664de5b97e113c4263ae842bf96d0f57","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-152","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-50",866,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-villain-s-pov-cover.jpg"]