I Am The Game's Villain-Chapter 527: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [66] Nyrel Loyster

Obviously if Amael was there.

Nyrel Loyster was there as well.

He looked exactly as I remembered myself after Ephera’s intervention, his posture poised, his green eyes locked onto mine with clear lack of emotions.

I was familiar with that gaze.

Thanks to Ephera, I finally was able to meet people’s gazes directly again, breaking the habit of avoidance. However, the deep-seated distrust I had accumulated after facing betrayals and countless traps was still painfully visible in these green eyes.

Amael chuckled suddenly. "Why aren’t you saying anything, Nyr? I thought you were only awkward around girls."

His jab felt like a direct hit. I groaned, feeling targeted as much should Nyrel there.

The truth was, he wasn’t entirely wrong. After what happened during middle school—and then again in high school—I’d grown awkward around girls. Not because I was shy or nerdy or anything like that, but because I was terrified of repeating those incidents. Both times, my life had been ruined because of a girl.

The same logic extended to guys like Curtis or anyone who reminded me of him. I’d made myself invisible, avoided attention, and stuck to my own space. Chloe had been annoyed by my ’cowardice’, as she put it, but it wasn’t about being scared—it was about avoiding unnecessary problems.

After my family’s death, that avoidance only deepened. I carried it with me into college until I met Ephera. She didn’t just teach me how to dress or act; she uncovered the part of me I’d buried so deep I’d almost forgotten it was there.

Nyrel didn’t bother answering Amael directly. Instead, his gaze was fixed on me, a small, almost disdainful look in his eyes. "Why should I waste time with someone like him? A useless guy."

"What did you say?" I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Save that look for the weaklings of Sancta Vedelia," Nyrel shot back. His brows furrowed dangerously as he lowered his legs and walked toward me. "You’ve been in this world for two damn years yet…"

Once he reached me, he towered over me, much like Nyrel always had.

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"…You couldn’t even manage to find Ephera. What the hell have you been screwing your time on? Pathetic," he spat.

"I don’t even know where the hell she is!" I shot back. "Nihil never told me a damn thing about her whereabouts!"

Nyrel sneered at me. "I don’t give a shit about your petty excuses. I know where Ephera is. You’ve met her. It didn’t even take me a second to figure it out, yet you—what a joke—you couldn’t even recognize her. It’s honestly laughable."

"Wait, what—"

"All you’ve done is fight and follow that pathetic script that bastard Nihil laid out for you," Nyrel interrupted me. "And what has it gotten you? Following the game’s scenario like some brain-dead player? Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. Except for Elona Falkrona’s death."

"You think you could’ve done better?" I scoffed.

"Definitely," Nyrel replied, nodding his head. "Instead of groveling like some scared pup, you should’ve taken Brandon’s offer and taken Lucifer’s Legacy."

"..." I was speechless.

"Don’t give me that pathetic look," he growled at me. "Amael’s Emotions made you weak. I can’t believe I’m staring at such a sorry version of myself after everything I had gone through."

"Hey, that’s rude," Amael said, but Nyrel didn’t so much as glance in his direction.

"If you had accepted Lucifer’s Legacy, you wouldn’t have lost to anyone," Nyrel continued. "Elona Falkrona would still be alive. Sancta Vedelia? They’d have been nothing before us. But here you stand, beaten by a second-rate Sin Holder. What a disgrace."

I clenched my fists. "Take Lucifer’s Legacy? Join Brandon Delavoic? You mean the same bastard who killed Aunt Oryanna?"

"She’s not your damn aunt," Nyrel snapped, grabbing my shirt and pulling me closer, his face inches from mine. "And if you cared so much about avenging her, you’d have still taken Lucifer’s Legacy, joined his pathetic organization, and used him until the time was right to kill him. That’s how you take revenge."

I grabbed his wrist, forcing his hand away from my shirt. "If I had taken Lucifer’s Legacy, I might have lost control over—"

"No, you wouldn’t have," Nyrel snapped. He jabbed a finger in Amael’s direction. "That weakling over there might be emotionally fragile, but I’m not. If Leon Grimlock managed to control it, then why the hell couldn’t I? Why should you fear Lucifer when you wield Wrath? You should’ve used him, manipulated him just as much as he wanted to manipulate you. Who cares who dies in the process? As long as your people survive, that’s all that matters."

Amael grimaced at the jab but I looked at Nyrel’s eyes.

He wasn’t just angry—he truly believed every word he said.

"You think like me, deep down," he continued. "Because unlike that guy who has a Hero fetish, you don’t rely on borrowed memories. Don’t let that goody-two-shoes’ emotions cloud what you know needs to be done."

"What…what are you saying?" I muttered. "What’s the difference between that mindset and being just like Edward from the game?"

"Who the fuck cares?" Nyrel barked, shoving me back with enough force to make me stagger. "We’ve already lost enough on Earth. There’s no room left to waste strength or feelings on strangers."

I stood there, speechless.

My thoughts flickered back to that day—the day I almost got myself killed trying to save a drunk man riding a bike. I could still hear Ephera’s voice, telling me something similar to what Nyrel was saying now. Back then, I didn’t really understand but I’d eventually adopted that mindset. It made life easier, even if others saw it as despicable.

Nyrel’s voice pulled me back to the present. "Since you’ve come this far, do what you want, but mark my words—you’ll die like a fool if you keep clinging to this naïve idealism. Michael, Zeus, Hades, Samael, Eden—whoever the hell they are, they need to die. Only then will you ever know a semblance of peace. But the way you are now? You won’t accomplish a damn thing. You can keep kissing Persephone’s Ring for eternity, but you’ll never see her again. Neither Ephera nor Cleenah will be saved when their time comes."

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With that, he vanished.

"Hey, Nyrel, you didn’t have to be so hard on him," he grumbled, clearly stung by the verbal jabs Nyrel had aimed at him.

"..."

I remained quiet as I tried to process everything.

But I remembered his words about Ephera. I turned immediately toward Amael.

"Wait, where’s Ephera?" I turned toward Amael.

How did they seem to know so much, and I was completely in the dark? They were supposed to be a part of me, weren’t they?

Amael gave me an amused look. "Well, the thing is, we are the fully synchronized memories. You, on the other hand, haven’t synced completely. We’re in your deepest consciousness, so something like an instinct—Nyrel’s instinct—recognized her. But you? You missed it. Of course, you did."

"Stop with the damn explanations!" I snapped, cutting him off. "Just tell me where she is! And why the hell didn’t she recognize me?"

"You want to find Ephera this much but through me, of all people? You really think that is the way to do it? Don’t you want to find her with your own eyes? I don’t know her, but I’m sure she’d be upset if you relied on me."

I clenched my fists.

I had met her, but I didn’t even recognize her? Was that really possible?

"Did she... Did she recognize me?" I asked after a long silence.

Amael shrugged slightly with a thoughtful expression. "She doesn’t remember you... yet. But I’d say she definitely noticed you, more than anyone else. More than you did with her as well..."

"Right…" I whispered to myself, a small smile creeping up.

Ephera was alive. She was truly alive.

And that, right there, was the confirmation I’d been desperately searching for. More than Nihil’s words, their words were more trustworthy.

"See that?" Amael suddenly called out to me.

I lifted my gaze, still processing everything. "What?"

He pointed at me with a knowing grin. "The happiness you just showed. That little spark. It’s obvious—it’s coming from Nyrel’s feelings for Ephera. But the raw emotion behind it? That’s all me. Nyrel would never let that kind of feeling show so plainly, especially to strangers. That’s the difference."

"What difference?"

Amael’s smile widened as he gestured toward my chest. "You have my emotions mixed in with those ’borrowed’ memories of mine. You thought I merged with Nyrel Loyster because of that.

"And Nyrel Loyster’s memories?" I asked.

"Some of them," Amael replied. "But you haven’t inherited his emotions. That’s the key thing. The reason you’ve been so patient in your search for Ephera, why you care so much about others—it’s my emotions driving that. Pretty clever of Nihil, don’t you think?"

"I don’t understand him…" I scoffed.

Amael gave a small shrug, as though he were equally in the dark about Nihil’s methods. "But do you understand who you are right now?"

I hesitated.

Amael’s ’borrowed’ memories, his emotions, Nyrel’s memories—everything was blending together to form me. But what did that mean?

"You have most of Nyrel’s memories, but there’s something crucial that’s missing. Something that happened on Earth, something Nihil erased from your mind along with his emotions. That’s probably why he’s so wary of you. But I have no idea what it is."

"I see…" I muttered, still trying to wrap my head around it all.

Why did things have to be so complicated?

"Do you have any questions before we say our farewells now?"

I blinked, a little surprised by the sudden shift. "Yeah, actually. About your emotions... do they affect my decisions, like when I help people? I mean, what a dumb question, of course they do," I laughed, shaking my head at myself.

I could see Nyrel, the real Nyrel, never being as altruistic or concerned about others as I had been.

Amael raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "Worried about your relationships with your women?"

"Well…" I hesitated, not sure how to phrase it. There was that part of me that wondered—if I had just been Nyrel, would I have gotten this close to Layla and the others?

Amael seemed to read the hesitation in my voice. "If it makes you feel better, I’m pretty sure Layla and your three banshees fell for Nyrel Loyster, not me. Honestly, I don’t think I could’ve done anything about that. And Cleenah? Yeah, I don’t think she’d be interested in someone like Amael Idea Olphean to begin with," he added with a grin. "Am I that boring?"

I didn’t answer.

I was lost in my thoughts.

Amael continued, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "As for my little Miranda, Celes, and the rest, I can’t say for sure. But if you’re thinking about adding Alvara to your... wonderful harem, I’ll tell you this—she’s definitely not into the whole ’crying Amael’."

"Fuck off," I groaned.

"That’s better," Amael chuckled laughed.

I just groaned. "Whatever, I’m leaving," I muttered, turning away to walk off.

"Edward."

That stopped me. The name—Aunt Belle had given it to me.

I glanced back over my shoulder.

"Elona… It wasn’t your fault," Amael said, his expression serious, a rare change from his usual teasing demeanor. He had somewhat a sad expression.

"Yeah…" I answered, my voice distant, before my form faded, disappearing into nothingness.