[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-villain-s-story":3,"chapter-the-villain-s-story-the-villain-s-story-chapter-231":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Villain's Story",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},746756,986,"Chapter 231 [231] Your Weakness!","the-villain-s-story-chapter-231",231,"\u003Cp>[What an interesting clique of people you surround yourself by.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Someone who will never live up to expectations, someone cursed with little to no pared to others...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...I can feel Henry's pain...shit...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[A girl who had been broken as a child, mentally broken to the point she was no longer the girl her father loved.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...I don't want to see that...Serena's...pain is terrible....GAHHHH! MY HEAD!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The pain of a father, unable to protect what he wanted to protect. The ones he loved.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...ahhhh....!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The pain of fighting impossible odds, the expectations, the hope of an entire universe placed on your shoulders...and not being able to fulfill their hopes...how does 'that weight' feel?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My knees buckled...my back...this unbearable weight...make it stop...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The Pain of abandonment, a cursed childhood that left severe trust issues, and made a girl a sort of a psychopath. A young girl, left all alone, with no one to love and trust.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>....make it stop!...AHHHH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The pain of memory, the pain of the realization of your existence, isolation since birth, and being the reason for the death of your only loved one.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>....so lethargic...I... wan-\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[That's not lethargy my dear puppet...that is exhaustion.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...I want..to sleep....kazikato...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The exhaustion, that comes with being the heir of Death, And you know what else...don't you?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...I'm sorry...let this end...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Coward.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shut up...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Why? There are still some left...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...No no no no no no!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let it end!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Why? Two still remain.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>NOOOOO!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*******\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[What a funny case...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...so powerless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Yes, That's what she felt...all of her life.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>... Alice...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Alice Thompson, daughter of the guildmaster of the third strongest Guild, Richard Thompson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Disgrace, to everyone except her father.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...stop talking about her like that...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Why? You know its true.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...it's not...AHHHH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[From the beginning, She was weak, A talentless brat...especially since her social standing was so important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Daughter of the third ranked guilds guildmaster. Yet she possessed no talent whatsoever in any field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Henry had some talent, which although was overshadowed by his brother..this one had none.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can you feel it?].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>....yes...i can feel her pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Can you feel the sorrow in her mind as she contemplated killing herself multiple times?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...yes...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Of course you can, I'm making sure so you can...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...stop it....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Why? You use your pathetic excuse, you should see other's as well...no?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>no...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Being the cause of the death of her mother...being talentless even though the other guilds had raised masterful children...being a disgrace to Twilight's name.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Alice...I'm sor...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Why are you apologizing? You had no hand in this...or did you?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...make it stop....please.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Aww....broken already?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...ahhhh....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[There is still one left...one Even I sympathize with.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>******\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cough!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beaten up boy, possessing a charming face and pure blond hair, coughed up blood as he looked at his bruised face in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maxwell Parker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was one of the many times he returned to his room like this...the only place he found solitude in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Henry had Ezra to care for him, and his father and Mother.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'This loneliness feel...this pain from solitude...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought as the scenery changed...one where Maxwell stayed glued to a screen, his eyes tired and hair disheveled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staring at graphs...like his life depended on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Serena and Alice had their caring fathers.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'...his voice is different.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sabrina had her Grandfather,Father, Mother and in some ways you...a true friend]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It is not one of mockery like before...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scenery changed...yet again and there was a badly beaten Maxwell seen again...tending to his wounds...as there was pure...purer...purest hatred in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Elijah had Agri, and his own Family.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It is not the voice that belittled the rest...and looked down at them...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought...feeling the pain of Maxwell...his wounds and his metal exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Kazikato had Hana.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...but he didn't have anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[He didn't have anyone.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'His voice...is of pity?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This monster could feel pity...? he could feel Sympathy?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scene changed...and as I coughed up blood...I saw Maxwell laying against a wall...underneath him a pool of blood and mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Maxwell didn't have anyone, neither a father,mother,brother,or anyone else.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...all alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[All alone.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filled with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Filled with rage.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat next to Maxwell...not minding the dirt and blood on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Same as me.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>same as you...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Destitute]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hopeless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Vengeful]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Hurt.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enraged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[How does it feel now?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...painful...undeserved...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[How does your pathetic excuse feel now?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...unneeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[In front of My Trauma, Of being Talentless. Overshadowed?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Henry appeared... his masked face talking to me...and I was unable to raise my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[In front mine? Of being broken?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'It's...shameless...Serena...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[And Mine...Of having to fight 'him'?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'...I know...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[What do you know of my trauma...my childhood?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Nothing...Sabrina.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[What of my Exhaustion? What of my pain?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Im...sorry Kazikato...'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Of my powerlessness? Of My uselessness?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'...I'm...sorry.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...It was as if there was no hope. Alan Peccator's mind was broken, as Maxwell's figure and mind was...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was still someone for them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Yes...you two had someone.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jame's voice echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Something that is keeping You from becoming a monster.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan Felt a pat on his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[And someone for Maxwell as well...someone who prevented him from becoming me.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A little girl, holding a golden teddy bear approached the injured Maxwell...his eyes watching her closely...the little girl's hands glowed, and Maxwell was being healed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elaine Parker, the little sister of Maxwell Parker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[And you also have one.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything disappeared...and Alan raised his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To see his Sister, his younger, beloved sister...patting his head and looking at him with her usual smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...sam?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan muttered in this darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then...Jade Silk strings appeared and apprehended Samantha Peccator and dragged her away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The only one you truly care about.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NO....YOU FUCKER!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alan screamed, but was unable to move. Jade chains held him down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NOOOOOO\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[She is the only obstacle...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The jade strings pulled Samantha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"NOOOOOO! YOU SON OF A BITCH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And ripped her apart...In front of Alan's eyes...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Your Weakness.]\u003C\u002Fp>",983,"2026-06-02T11:57:26.352Z",1,"novelbin.me","337f5a20853ec3821c420f7f5255bfb9e01ca85f1e1ecc40bf9784af65696ebf","the-villain-s-story-chapter-232","the-villain-s-story-chapter-230",910,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-villain-s-story-cover.jpg"]