[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-villain-s-pov":3,"chapter-the-villain-s-pov-the-villain-s-pov-chapter-384":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},336946,598,"Chapter 384: Blood of the Close Ones (1)","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-384",384,"\u003Cp>There was no doubt anymore ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Witch’s Game had delivered its verdict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to call it a \"game\" would be a mistake. It was a massacre ..One that toyed with the lives of a young generation burdened with the weight of great expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the players on the side of the Ultras ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gavid Lindman sat quietly, now wearing a pristine white suit. His body had recovered from the wounds he sustained during the battle against Astaroth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cold eyes were fixed on the young challengers who had just appeared before him out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of the Ultras muttered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why did I even agree to take part in this ridiculous game?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindman had originally planned to eliminate the Elite Class in one swift stroke. But due to a certain agreement with Beatrice, he found himself forced to participate ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a mere player, following the whims of a witch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He moved toward the designated battlefield given to him and waited patiently for his opponent...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to be met with the appearance of the twins ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scarite Sunlight and Ivan Sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were painfully weak—so much so that they hadn’t even realized the true magnitude of the monster standing before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindman’s eyes darkened, fury buried behind a silent scowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who are you?! Where are we?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scarite summoned flaming orbs around her while hiding behind her brother, who drew his sword with shaky hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gavid sighed and leapt down from the rock he had been sitting on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll tell you who I am.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He advanced slowly, ignoring Scarite’s shouted warnings to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her burning orbs struck him ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to pass straight through his body as if he weren’t there at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A look of pure disgust twisted Lindman’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am death.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword, invisible to them, had already chosen its target—Scarite. Her shrieking had annoyed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivan didn’t even realize what had happened... until blood splattered across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he turned to his sister, he found her collapsing in slow motion ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face cleaved cleanly in half, horizontally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lindman’s strike had been so precise that her eyes and brain took a moment to slide apart, splattering across the ground, forming a crimson froth at Ivan Sunlight’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at his twin’s corpse, unable to comprehend what had just happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivan didn’t feel rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor did he feel any desire for revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he felt—was something entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Gavid Lindman recognized it instantly ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he saw yellow liquid trickling down Ivan’s leg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had wet himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Pathetic... and revolting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivan Sunlight, the boy who rarely ever spoke and always hid behind his sister, found himself crawling away, dragging his urine-soaked trousers behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t get far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of light struck him without warning, and he collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down at his legs, which were now radiating unbearable pain ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to discover both had been cleanly severed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood, piss, and tears ...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivan Sunlight flooded the ground with the fluids of defeat while Gavid let out another sigh of contempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were going to die either way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But couldn’t you at least die with a shred of dignity, filthy rat?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please... don’t...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivan begged, trying to cling to Lindman’s clothes...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that only made him angrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gavid’s arm moved with inhuman speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cut through Ivan’s body dozens—no, hundreds of times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reducing him to a pile of tiny, bloody cubes. Erasing any trace of who he once was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Disgusting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of his blade, Gavid sent the blood flying off its edge and walked away from the battlefield, now painted red by the witch’s twisted game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Lord of the Ultras had become a free player.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes now shifted toward the next arenas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s end this farce already.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took off in a blur, determined to wipe out the rest of the elite students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—he stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The magical communication crystal he always carried began to glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he looked at the caller ID, his eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was his partner in crime.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mergo...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reading the message left behind by the Lord of the Dark Hive, Gavid’s eyes widened for just a second—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he regained his calm and changed direction ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, moving even faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But toward a different destination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gavid Lindman vs. Scarite & Ivan Sunlight\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battle ended... before it ever truly began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There are many reasons a person might live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many motivations that keep the heart beating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But among them all...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Revenge stands out as one of the most powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The death of a loved one...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The loss of something precious...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Ragna Claud’s case—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the death of his father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since arriving on the Ultras continent, he had been consumed by a single desire:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vengeance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A raging fire devoured his heart, turning him into a beast ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A monster that thirsted only for revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Danzo had once managed to calm the raging fire within him, steering him off that path—at least temporarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Red Gate that devoured him showed no such mercy. It threw him directly into the path of the one person he should never have encountered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna, lying in the middle of a vast, barren plain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose, gripping his colossal weapon—Wynnyd, the Spear of Storms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes had turned blood-red, veins bulging violently under the pressure of the wind aura swirling around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing before him was a pale young man with short white hair, deep black eye bags, and a disfigured face. His fingers were so thin they resembled bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Lawrence, taken aback by the sudden appearance of a stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lawrence wasn’t the true problem...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the army of a thousand men standing behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure of their collective aura fell like a waterfall on Ragna’s broad shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body was nearly crushed into the ground as he realized the absurd difference in numbers ...and power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he didn’t take a single step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes were locked solely on Lawrence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s going on here? What is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lawrence scratched his head in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A stranger appears out of nowhere, and he’s desperate to kill me? This is great!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Ultras warrior laughed, then abruptly stopped. His gaze narrowed as he examined Ragna more closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But who are you? Have we met?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He asked cheerfully, but Ragna’s furious roar shook the air as he stabbed his spear into the ground, summoning a wild gust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"LAWRENCE!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can hear you just fine, no need to yell.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lawrence casually cleaned his ear with a finger, unfazed by Ragna’s outburst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Today, I’ll avenge my father... the one you murdered with your own hands, Isaac Claud!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna unleashed all his power, pouring it into the storm spear as he prepared to lunge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lawrence, on the other hand, only grew more confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Isaac? Who’s that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unable to recall the man he had killed, he rubbed his head, trying to place the name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My lord, let us handle him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two Ultras warriors cautiously stepped forward. From their aura, it was clear they had surpassed at least Rank S.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite that, they showed Lawrence the utmost respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s too weak. Not worth your time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wanted to finish it themselves, but Lawrence waved them off with a broad grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No. He wants me. Ahaha!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He wants to kill me!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cackled maniacally, the strange black markings crawling across his twisted skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that, the two Ultras warriors backed away and returned to the formation, uneasy expressions on their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Ragna charged forward, consumed by the storm, aiming directly at his father’s killer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in less than a second ..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A violent explosion erupted. Wind howled, forming a raging cyclone that swallowed them both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mighty spear, Wynnyd, was lodged deep in Lawrence’s chest—piercing through his heart and vital organs before emerging from his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gripping the spear, Ragna stared into the eyes of his father’s murderer, his heart ablaze with fury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lawrence’s blood wasn’t red...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was black. Vile. Oozing across the ground, soaking both of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drenched in his own blood, Lawrence licked the foul substance, then grinned madly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So this... this is what my blood tastes like. Ahh... ahaha... AHAHAHA!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What the—?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ragna’s eyes widened in horror as Lawrence laughed and trembled with joy... despite the massive spear driven through his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin and flesh began to shift—turning red and black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body grew larger by the second, towering over Ragna.\u003C\u002Fp>",1415,"2026-05-30T03:41:22.347Z","2026-06-01T04:30:13.202Z",1,"novelbin.me","e22bb992a00f4f42f8ebbed844816fbeab04881b6b5031d39d5f45795213a81e","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-76","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-75",866,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-villain-s-pov-cover.jpg"]