I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain-Chapter 64 (2)

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He had thought casting speed was only affected by mental strength and intelligence stats.

But the whole process from perception to casting felt smoother.

So does that mean all abilities indirectly affect each other?

It was an assumption that seemed plausible now that it had become reality.

Whooosh!

Then a gale burst forth from Charlottes entire body.

She knocked Ian back and roared silently, baring her fangs as her body took flight.

Her face had lost its composure.

But her eyes were still filled with delight.

As if delighted by the fact that she could unleash her full capabilities.

But Ian had no intention of keeping up with her tempo for long.

He could now end this battle sufficiently.

Kwajik!

The charging Charlotte pounced on Ian.

The Sword of Condemnation deeply blocked the crossing twin blades. Only this time it was with one hand.

Ians left hand was aimed at Charlottes side.

In his hand was a crudely shaped gray dagger. Its sharp tip precisely stabbed into the gap between Charlottes armor plates and chains.

The spider queens stinger.

!

Charlottes eyes slowly widened.

She must have felt her body becoming paralyzed as the venom spread.

Eventually, Ian shoved her body away with a sweep.

The stiff Charlotte fell to the ground.

Haa haa

Finally gasping harshly, Ian approached her.

Even now, Charlotte was staring at his eyes, not his sword.

Instead of fear, an eerie sense of satisfaction swirled in her pupils.

Since I showed everything, its okay to die.

A way of thinking, Ian could not understand.

However, he did not like that look in her eyes.

She had been the worst nuisance all day, forcing him to use his ability points in the end.

Giving her a satisfying death was not a fitting price.

Death is the ultimate punishment only for those who fear it the most.

Ians pupils slid down towards her lower body.

In the game, the way to subdue orc mercenaries Was this.

His gaze turned towards Charlottes drooping tail armor.

For orcs, their tails are symbols of their innate wildness and pride.

Cutting this means their wildness is castrated or something

He recalled a line from an orc NPC who used to give trivial sub-quests.

She had been a slave to an imperial noble.

Yet she absolutely obeyed the noble who had cut off her tail.

His mind was made up there.

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The moment Ian kicked her tail, ripples ran through Charlottes pupils.

Shock and disbelief. And finally, fear surfaced in her eyes.

The corners of Ians mouth curled up.

For me, life is the most precious thing. If you tried to take that away You had to stake whats most precious to you too.

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Charlottes gaze faltered.

Ian raised his sword.

Kwajik!

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With all his might, he struck down, slicing off half of her tail.

Charlottes eyes widened as much as they could.

Blood gushed from the remaining tail stump.

Without a care, Ian picked up the severed tail.

Surprisingly, he could check its information.

It was an astonishingly unique-grade accessory.

Charlottes wildness.

It had one ability.

Submission of the orc, Charlotte.

Submission?

Ian looked back at Charlotte.

The vigor, wildness, and delight that had filled her pupils were gone.

She only stared blankly at her severed tail in Ians hand.

So thats how it is.

Ian scoffed and turned away.

He had no leisure to savor her expression.

I cant stay here all night. I have to get out.

Oleg might have caught up with the carriage by now.

There was a good chance other demonic beasts were appearing elsewhere too.

In the territory of those who could create such monstrous flesh, any nightmarish situation could become reality.

Even with countermeasures prepared, they were never enough.

He needed to find a way out immediately.

Ian dashed along the trail of smoke. It was a barrier tangled with an immense amount of polluted magic. Naturally, there were no gaps.

Will a path open if I kill them all?

Ian stopped and looked around at the writhing flesh lumps.

They had stopped moving, as if waiting for him.

Then, that raspy, gurgling voice rode the wind and spread out.

All the flesh lumps spoke in unison.

Refuse destiny

Yeah. Ill accept it.

Ian spat out.

The voice cut off for a moment.

A bewildered silence.

Ian added,

Ill come find you. So open a path right now.

You swear To come find me?

I swear. Im heading north anyway. After I finish the request, Ill come find you.

And smash your giant jaw to pieces.

As Ian swallowed the last part,

Shhhaaaaaa-

Ashen magic burst from the flesh lumps.

The magic soon transformed into a massive crest.

The oath is sealed!

At the same moment, the same crest was etched on the back of Ians left hand.

A quest window popped up.

The Frozen Abyss.

Ian closed it without looking further.

This wasnt important right now.

Kwaaaaa-

The flow of the barrier intensified.

The flesh lumps crumbled away, and the tree fires all went out at once.

The smoke barrier scattered.

Finally, the forest vista was revealed.

Finding where the rest of his party was by now was surprisingly not difficult at all.

Beyond there, an orange glow flickered across the night sky.

The forest was on fire.

An ominous premonition.

Luci.

Without another thought, Ian took flight towards the blaze.

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