[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-villain-s-pov":3,"chapter-the-villain-s-pov-the-villain-s-pov-chapter-402":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},336689,598,"Chapter 402: Who am I ?","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-402",402,"\u003Cp>Most of the battles had now come to an end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few remained before the curtain would fall on this final round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Somewhere in the vast battlefield...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draxler sat atop a jagged rock, his sword plunged beside him into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running a hand through his orange hair, Beatrice’s chosen knight sighed in boredom as he surveyed the ruined wasteland before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That bastard... he really ran off.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long, intense battle, Ghost Umbra had proven to be a serious threat .. one Draxler considered a worthy opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as their fight reached its peak...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost had vanished, slipping away with a powerful, unexpected strike that sliced through Draxler’s right side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight wiped the blood from his wound and tasted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He really got me... that Ghost Umbra.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sheathing his blade, Draxler turned and walked away from the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll remember your name, kid.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no intention of chasing Ghost further ... not after sensing the monstrous aura radiating from another nearby clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a warrior of the Ultras knew when to back away from something truly monstrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far from Draxler’s position, Ghost Umbra clung to a cliffside, his body covered in deep, gaping wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clutching the pair of dark daggers he’d brought from Londor, he forced himself to keep moving, staggering with each step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That man... he was strong. Too strong.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first time Ghost had encountered a warrior like Draxler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His strength had continued to rise throughout the fight .. nearly reaching SS rank by the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I’d kept fighting, I would’ve died.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after landing a blow with his spatial-cutting technique...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost had only managed to slice through Draxler’s right side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing he couldn’t win, the silent killer had withdrawn ... turning his focus instead to what mattered more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finding his friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was so badly wounded that dizziness overtook him from the sheer amount of blood he had lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Assassins like him were never meant for prolonged direct combat. Though Ghost was undeniably powerful... he knew his limits all too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I need to find the others—fast.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept repeating the words like a mantra, forcing himself to move forward, step by step, unaware of his surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few minutes of dragging himself through the desolate terrain...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost finally emerged into an open field—one that offered a wide view of the ruined wasteland ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment he stepped into that clearing, he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes wide. Mouth agape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only sounds he could hear were the shrill cries of crows and the haunting screech of the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stench of blood stifled his nose .. and for someone so accustomed to death, even he found it unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The land was torn and scorched, as if ripped apart by gods. Giant craters dotted the battlefield like open wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And scattered across them were broken corpses ... shredded, mangled, soaked in blood so thick it pooled into a crimson lake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing left in that place... but death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds... no, possibly over a thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What kind of battle could’ve left this behind? Who the hell fought here?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ghost muttered unconsciously, staggering forward in disbelief, trying to process what lay before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frozen in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw one man... walking slowly away from the bloody mire, body drenched in red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he didn’t recognize him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then he saw the twin dark swords at the man’s side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it all clicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Frey Starlight’s Pov—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had lost all sense of reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drowned once again in darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My consciousness was hollow .. numb, unable to grasp anything around me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I remember fighting with everything I had... dragging this battered body across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I fought. And fought. And fought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I ran like a madman... swung my blades like a dying beast...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tried. But I lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lost to Mergo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s the last memory I had... before the darkness swallowed me whole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was supposed to be dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I knew that couldn’t be true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They wouldn’t let me die so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew this world wouldn’t let me go that easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, I waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waited for the darkness to spit me back out into reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt it wrapping around me... tight and cold... like it was hugging me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah... how I wish I could sleep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wanted to drift away... to escape into dreams and forget everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I wasn’t lucky enough for that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because only seconds later... the darkness gave way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the light returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I opened my eyes again...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To a familiar scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ruined battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The taste of blood — both sweet and bitter — still fresh in my mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My body was in shambles, as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But my opponent was nowhere to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact... the battlefield itself felt long abandoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is it over?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where was Mergo? How much time had passed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What happened to my friends?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A storm of questions flooded my mind, one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the injuries, I felt something strange .. my body could still push far beyond its limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if my strength hadn’t faded at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then... as I stumbled in confusion...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That cold touch against my face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lifted my hand instinctively... reaching for it...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That cold, black metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind me, lay a thousand corpses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At my feet, a sea of blood stretched endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there I stood .. unaware that I had been wearing that mask the entire time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silently, I removed it from my face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there it was... the Nameless Mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t feel pain like last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mind was strangely calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, all I could do... was stare at the mask with a blank expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bitterness in my mouth grew heavier and heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I didn’t even know... what I had done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s when the question left my lips..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who am I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who... am I?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then suddenly...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice called out to me. One I knew well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Frey!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a distance ... limping, bloodied, barely standing...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>",1021,"2026-05-30T03:41:22.346Z","2026-06-01T04:30:12.387Z",1,"novelbin.me","f3ee26c130515cf040af7afefe208ae0483407a42343de6c4adb6f6ae70c8913","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-403","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-401",866,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-villain-s-pov-cover.jpg"]