[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-villain-s-pov":3,"chapter-the-villain-s-pov-the-villain-s-pov-chapter-369":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},336916,598,"Chapter 369: Role reversal (2)","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-369",369,"\u003Cp>Val had been utterly broken—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now little more than a raging mechanical zombie, fighting with insane fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still delivered deadly force, enough to shock even Frey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even after being completely wrecked... he can still fight like this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Busy clashing with the berserk Val—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey didn’t notice the hands creeping up from beneath him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finally looked down ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw scorched, half-melted puppets crawling toward him, grabbing onto his legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That moment of hesitation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Val’s blade pierced Frey’s stomach, the tip bursting out through his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the blood spill, the searing pain tearing through him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey cursed under his breath, severing Val’s arm with Balerion, then unleashed a dark wave of aura that wiped out the puppet remnants trying to cling to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that brief window, Frey pulled the blade from his body and immediately focused on healing his wound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the puppets didn’t give him a moment of rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They swarmed him again, climbing over one another in desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey unleashed even more of his dark aura...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then surged forward once again, crushing everything in his path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With terrifying speed, he tore through the remaining puppets, leaving trails of black aura scorched across the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He succeeded in eradicating every last one ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even though his body screamed in protest, he forced himself forward, just in time to meet Val’s final charge—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The puppet cloaked in blazing fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment their blades collided again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A final explosion of auras tore across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey poured the last of his SSS Rank aura into the clash\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after a grueling battle...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness triumphed over fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With both swords, Frey pierced Val’s chest..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And destroyed him completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former Lord of the Ultras’ eyes slowly dimmed as they locked onto Frey—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A boy who bore a face strikingly similar to the one who had once killed him in the distant past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had died once as a human...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, he was dying again—this time, as a puppet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, it was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the moment Frey destroyed him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Val exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body shattered completely, and something hidden within him was finally released.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of razor-sharp blades erupted outward ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Piercing Frey’s body at point-blank range, leaving him no time to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Val’s final attack turned Frey into a pincushion ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body torn apart, blood gushing in horrifying streams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three blades in the stomach, two in the chest, four through the legs, two in the arms—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one slashed clean through a portion of his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey fell from the sky, coughing up blood ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The victim of Val’s final, suicidal strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barely able to move his body, Frey cursed through clenched teeth ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to see that clown emerge from beneath the rubble, laughing maniacally as he waited for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its belly stretched open, transforming into a giant maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clown was preparing to swallow him whole—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Frey, still pinned by Val’s blades, could only struggle in vain to free himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Val’s final attack had done its job ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey was immobilized, a perfect prey for the monstrous clown closing in on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the jaws of hell opened before him, Frey stared at that monstrous mouth and wondered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this the end?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was supposed to be...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of light blinded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bloodshot eyes flew open in shock ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Frey saw Clana appear from thin air, shoving him away, her body wrapped in a radiant white aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clana...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything happened in slow motion ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the lens of Frey’s enhanced Hawk Eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clana’s hand glowed with the Witch’s Mark, extending toward him as if to pass on one final hope...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hand that saved him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her smile. Her calm black eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last things he saw—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the clown’s maw snapped shut, swallowing her whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one that had pushed Frey to safety—was severed mid-motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And blood splattered across Frey’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clown let out a crazed laugh as it devoured her ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then looked at Frey with terrifying red eyes before fleeing the battlefield entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at the slender, severed hand lying in front of him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey froze, unable to process what had just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision turned blood red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose once more, unleashing a monstrous roar from deep within—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood still pouring from his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a state of pure rage ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey yanked the blades from his body one after another, not caring how much blood gushed out with each pull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With shattered organs, torn ligaments, and a body on the brink—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chased after the clown with maddened desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Recover... recover... recover... recover—Damn you!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gasping for breath, his heart pounding violently ...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to keep up with the blood loss, forcing his body to regenerate, bit by bit, through sheer will and aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m fine... I’m fine...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wounds slowly began to close...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he leapt forward at blinding speed, his eyes locked on the clown now running ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t you dare, Clana...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clutching his swords tightly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey’s only thought was to destroy that clown as fast as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t you dare die for me!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperation fueled his every step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t you dare throw your life onto me!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face darkened ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As more and more puppets emerged from the same path the clown had taken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Simon Manus!!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision soaked in crimson rage ...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey let out a scream that shook the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hacked through puppet after puppet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shredding them, uncaring for his wounds or the state of his broken body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey fought his way forward, chasing after Clana, who had grown more distant with every second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I don’t care if I die here... in this battlefield. If I die—then I lose nothing.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounded by countless enemies—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept fighting, his soul screaming through every swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey’s eyes never left the clown, even as it began to vanish from sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I don’t care about dying... Because if I die, the only thing I lose is myself...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had always seen himself as a soul that didn’t belong in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he was fine with leaving it someday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But ever since his father gave his life so he could live ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That life had not belonged to him anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not you too, Clana...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was supposed to be the one protecting her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had he endured all this, fought through hell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he could’ve easily fled?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What reason did he have to fight ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why did you come back!!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why didn’t she run—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like he told her to?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How the hell did the roles reverse,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she became the one who saved him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why was he now forced to carry the weight of another life—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weight that shackled his body like chains?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey felt his head boiling as he continued tearing through the puppets around him,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blasting them back with sheer force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drained his SSS-Rank Aura without a second thought,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring his body’s screams, which warned him he had reached his absolute limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He unleashed more and more waves of catastrophic destruction—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one more violent than the last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with bloodshot eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey kept moving forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I won’t let you die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a state of merciless fury—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey made a vow to the entire Puppet Land:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Either she lives... or they all die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1238,"2026-05-30T03:41:22.347Z","2026-06-01T04:30:13.202Z",1,"novelbin.me","40e4ca69de883935037fa411d55070d3ec428cd14f6dbdf06bfaaa8aa03d0386","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-61","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-60",866,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-villain-s-pov-cover.jpg"]