[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-villain-s-pov":3,"chapter-the-villain-s-pov-the-villain-s-pov-chapter-370":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},336918,598,"Chapter 370: A Final Farewell (1)","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-370",370,"\u003Cp>The flames engulfing Puppet City raged on ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that remained were ashes and ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just hours ago, this place had been one of the most beautiful cities in the heart of the corruption known as the Ultras.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, it had become a savage inferno, burning without end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scattered limbs and shattered puppet parts littered the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Streams of blue blood flowed endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clowns kept laughing without pause—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the puppets kept crawling forward with murderous red eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it aimed at one person ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey Starlight, who continued fighting with bloodshot eyes filled with madness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each slash that tore through more of them, Frey felt his body slowly breaking apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest ached violently ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forced to breathe in the toxic smoke and gases rising from the fires around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body was pushed into a constant cycle of regeneration—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Frey refused to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He refused to stop fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though he had become strong enough to maintain Blood Form far longer than ever before ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he had gone too far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounded on all sides by burning, frenzied puppets—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lunged at him, desperate to drag him down into death with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could no longer see the clown that had swallowed Clana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature had long since vanished behind the relentless tide of puppets crawling toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of army is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many puppets did Simon create in this cursed city?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey wondered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he no longer cared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he wanted was to annihilate them all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And reach her as fast as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After fighting for what felt like an eternity in a battlefield forged from hell ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His swords had grown unbearably heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each swing drained the last remaining breath from his lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body barely responded to the desperate commands his mind gave it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he forced it to keep going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that will alone—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Made him into something more terrifying than the puppets attacking him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a brutal struggle in every sense of the word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A human’s life is short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And here, on the land of the Ultras—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It becomes even shorter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clana Starlight had lived her entire life as a core member of the prestigious Starlight family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You could say she did whatever she pleased, using the privileges she was born with to achieve what her peers could not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her life had always been... empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Colorless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dull gray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the only thing that added a hint of color to that hollow existence ...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Frey himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Clana Starlight opened her eyes again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her vision was red, her blood clouding her sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt... nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t see clearly ...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trapped inside the clown’s belly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t move a muscle—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, she couldn’t feel a single part of her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when she managed to tilt her blood-soaked head ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was greeted by the sight of her own mutilated body, Pierced by dozens of iron-like thorny teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No part of her was left untouched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she felt no pain—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which made it clear she was entirely paralyzed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t long before another wave of nausea came ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And her fading consciousness slipped even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her bloody face went dark once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clana knew she wouldn’t survive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was ready to let everything go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the death she had waited for—never came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she was left in endless darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as her sight vanished, a strange melody touched her ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Music.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft. Mysterious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It did nothing but heighten her sense of delirium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She still remembered everything—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How she turned back the moment she saw that massive explosion,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following a gut feeling she couldn’t ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, she had arrived just in time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saving Frey, who had won the battle... but lost the war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She felt sorry for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew how much he had suffered to protect her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since they ended up stranded together in this land of death,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey had always stood before her—like a shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, she was happy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought, perhaps, he might return the feelings she had started to harbor for him...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the more she came to understand the mysterious man named Frey ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more she realized the truth ran deeper than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that tortured soul fighting alone,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unbothered by pain, unafraid of death,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bleeding every time he moved—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soul that longed to escape the hell of life and rest in the peace of death...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clana didn’t want him to end that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, she was happy...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That she could be the one to save him in the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between her and Frey ...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wished for his survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wished he would live—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that maybe, one day, he could find a shred of happiness in this wretched world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he could just have that...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would be satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those were her thoughts,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she slowly sank into darkness ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That strange melody still playing beside her ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her consciousness drifted further away,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she began to hallucinate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw countless things floating around her—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faces she hadn’t seen in a very long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them stared at her as the music played on...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among them,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She saw an old man, smiling gently at her .. Tipping his hat as if to greet her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clana didn’t understand any of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body, her mind ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>None of it made sense anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing that brought her back to awareness .. Was the shaking of the clown’s body ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it kept fleeing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Frey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had wanted to die and end it quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how long she waited—death never came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with her broken, ruined body...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unconscious. Drenched in darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time passed at a terrifying speed, trapping her within that strange, haunting music...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hours that felt both endlessly long and shockingly short blurred together—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until her consciousness finally returned to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint beam of light pierced through the darkness as the clown’s belly convulsed and was torn open by a black sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The slash widened into a massive rupture, and the clown collapsed, dead at last, after being struck again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took her a few moments to fully comprehend what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With wide, stunned eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clana stared at Frey, who stood over the clown’s corpse, breathing heavily, his face smeared with blood, his body weighed down by wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Frey...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She spoke his name unconsciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply reached in and pulled her out of the broken clown whose eternal grin had finally vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, Frey clutched her tightly .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And sprinted away from the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Clana glanced around her, she could only stare in disbelief at the devastated wasteland behind them ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield, still burning, flooded with the corpses of countless puppets Frey had slain over hours of relentless fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somehow—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had caught up to them with a body already destroyed,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fought through all those puppets without rest, And reached her—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pulling her from the belly of the giant clown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the cost had been immense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey could barely move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That he was still conscious at all... was a miracle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Frey... I \"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t say anything... huff.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breathing raggedly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frey kept his gaze locked forward as he carried her, running toward the burning city’s outer edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re getting out of here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke with resolve ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a strange peace on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A peace born of the fact that he’d finally reached her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That he had saved her—after everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clana didn’t know what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply remained silent, letting him carry her forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for some reason...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange sense of wrongness crept over her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she looked down at her body—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was shocked to find it completely intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No injuries. No blood. No damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though she clearly remembered waking up inside the clown’s belly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mangled beyond recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somehow, her destroyed body had been restored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As sensation returned to her limbs—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold, dark feeling began growing inside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reaching up to touch her throbbing head—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clana froze when she felt something strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking closer ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She realized that it was her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mechanical hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfectly attached to her arm, in place of the one she had lost to the clown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt so real that she hadn’t even noticed it ...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at the artificial hand ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bitter unease inside her grew stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was very, very wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>",1418,"2026-05-30T03:41:22.347Z","2026-06-01T04:30:13.202Z",1,"novelbin.me","87d2739c834b68a234590d31d0c9a500663ff23454486b32df8c0a5fd56183f0","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-62","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-61",866,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-villain-s-pov-cover.jpg"]