I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess-Chapter 70: Relying a Bit On Luck? (edited)

Her eyes seemed to dim as her energy felt like it was being sapped away.

Could she really win?

She then suddenly recalled something that Marionette told her.

"Nothing else matters more than winning, especially when it means you survive. Anything else besides that is pointless and foolish."

There was no way she could win... but could she run? If she escaped, then that wouldn’t necessarily count as a defeat, right? It would instead count as a victory because she gets to live another day, right?

However...

If she did escape... what about Marionette? What would happen to her? What if she’s alive as well? Was she really going to abandon Marionette after all they had done together?

Even if their time was short, would that... be the right choice?

’I don’t even think running away is even an option...’ Lillian grimaced.

She shakily got up—her knees almost buckling under her weight before being held up with the help of her rapier.

Although she risked dulling the tip of her blade, she pressed it against the ground, slipping a few times until she finally got it.

After getting up to her feet and straightening her back, she felt a suffocating feeling in her chest, followed by the strong taste of iron spilling into her mouth.

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The liquid flooded her mouth—some even being able to spill from the corners of her mouth. She eventually gulped it down heavily before raising her hand to the corner of her lips.

She stared down at her fingers—only to find them hidden away from her due to the bastard darkness that continued to annoy her even now.

She gritted her teeth, gripping the hilt of the Sonata of Revenge as well.

She missed the feeling of not having to overstain herself in anything but work-related.

She missed her small but charming little room back in her old apartment complex that was filled with garbage.

She missed... having it easy playing games on her computer and with her controllers.

Things she didn’t think she would yearn for in her past life were now being reminded of her and how much she had it easier back then.

Despite the overwhelming workload, she was getting by and surviving, even if it was just barely.

Ever since arriving in this world, she had been put through nothing but harsh and brutal situations involving her life.

Lillian listened to the faint sounds of scraping to her left before a sudden force slammed into the side of her body, sending her across the floor once more.

BAM!

"PUA-ACK!"

Lillian bent her chest over the ground, her face facing downwards as she vomited a small torrent of blood.

Ever since arriving in this world, she had experienced pain like no other compared to her past life.

She even believed the worst injury she had gotten back then was just some slight bruising on her knee as she tripped and fell.

But compared to here?

She had her finger cut off.

She had been entirely burnt and blackened to a degree.

Her body had been tossed around and battered like a rag.

Her arm snapped and broken.

Her shoulder was torn through by a speeding splinter.

Her abdomen was stabbed through by guandao and left to bleed out as she was stared down by a fearsome, humongous bear with somewhat metallic fur.

And yet...

She continued to get up.

How stubborn was she? She could have avoided all this pain and trauma that’s now stored within her head if she had just waited out the timer.

Even if it was for the quest, she didn’t need to subject herself to so much.

Every logical person would have waited out the timer. An option she was given. But no... Instead, she decided to aim for first place.

For what reason?

Lillian’s mind blurred—she didn’t know... Or more specifically... she couldn’t remember as her head continued to rattle.

She still tasted the lingering iron from her blood.

However, what she remembered was another quote from Marionette.

"Luck and Items are the most common factors in winning every conceptual battle. What matters is your application and adaptability."

Lillian pulled a health potion from thin air before shakily holding it to her trembling lips, which seemed to become concerningly pale from anxiety.

Luck and Items... that was how she had achieved reign victorious in the exams.

Each and every battle was won through the fortunate intervention of fate and her ability to adapt to it in time.

Each and every battle was won due to her successful application of the items she had on hand.

"Honestly..." Lillian mumbled, "I still have you on my mind even in such a precarious situation... pfft..." she said with a defeated expression.

Lillian couldn’t help but laugh at how much she thought about Marionette. She was here, reciting the wisdom-filled words that Marionette spoke to her like it was some holy scripture.

A holy scripture that brought... her comfort... even if it was just a bit. It was enough for her to steel her heart and raise her rapier and the hidden enemy.

She turned towards her lonesome lantern, which was lying off in the distance, with a grave expression before shaking it away and bending her knees, leaning forward.

What she was about to do would put her at grave risk. But either way, in the darkness, she was already at risk. So... instead, she was going to place her faith in the lucky necklace tied around her neck.

SWISH!

She shot forth, ignorant of the fact she had dodged a deadly strike from the hidden danger and rapidly approached the radiant cold lantern.

Amidst her run, she suddenly tripped over her left foot, tilting forward and once again dodging another swing that left a long, deep streak on the back of her chest plate.

Lillian gritted her teeth, using her fall to her advantage and turning it into a roll before clumsily getting back up into a sprint. This carried on for several minutes.

The cycle of tripping, dodging, rolling, and running had left grave wounds across her chest plate that continued to web out with cracks, threatening to shatter at any given moment.

However... it wasn’t all in vain, for once she reached the light of her lantern and stepped into its radius, she turned back around—as soon as she picked it back up.

She gazed at the familiar and abhorrent face of the monster as it seemed to display a sense of frustration.

It then tilted its body up, raising its front leg, pointing it threateningly at Lillian before going through with it.

Lillian watched as the sharp tip quickly neared her.

Her tense face then suddenly relaxed as a pale blue ghostly humanoid figure manifested behind Lillian, floating just above her head.