Into the Apocalypse: Saving My Favorite Villain-Chapter 121: The Villain’s Rage: A Storm Is On The Way I

Rosalia — POV

The moment I thought my dear Cassel was in danger, my instincts took over. Without thinking, I flung the door open and rushed toward where he was standing.

From my position, I saw it clearly—a small missile flying straight toward Cassel’s head.

It was as if I were watching a cinematic slow-motion scene. My heartbeats spiked violently, so strong I thought my heart might burst out of my chest.

At some point, it seemed Cassel noticed me running toward him. With a smile lingering at the corner of his lips, he opened his arms, waiting.

Yes. He was looking at me—only me.

He didn’t even notice the enemies lurking behind him, nor the cold weapons aimed at his back.

Humans may have evolved after the end of the world, but that doesn’t mean firearms no longer affect them. A single bullet to the head can still take a life—just like zombies, who only die once their heads are destroyed.

What felt like an eternity to me was nothing more than a blink of an eye. Within seconds, I found myself thrown into a large, warm embrace.

I grabbed his waist—so broad my arms couldn’t even wrap around a quarter of it—yet I clung to him with all my strength.

My fear for Cassel’s life outweighed everything else, even my fear for my own.

Because I knew it well: in this world, without my dear villain, I was nothing. I wouldn’t be able to breathe or survive even a single moment without him.

I was shaking violently—anxious, terrified. My emotions were in such chaos that I failed to notice the unnerving stillness around us, or the expressions on the faces of the others nearby.

Suddenly, I felt a warm, gentle touch against my forehead.

A kiss?

Yes. Cassel kissed me softly, tenderly—then I heard something like a pleased, amused chuckle.

But because it happened so quickly, I thought I had imagined it.

Until I heard Cassel’s voice, filled with joy:

"Rosalia... what should I do? I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back much longer."

For a moment, a question mark appeared above my head.

What did Cassel mean by that?

Was he injured? Was he unable to endure the pain any longer?

I quickly looked up—only to be met with a breathtaking smile.

Wow.

The first thought that crossed my mind was that my villain was unbelievably beautiful.

Like a sly, alluring fox. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. I was utterly captivated by his face—especially his mood, which looked far too cheerful for the situation.

My mind went blank. I forgot everything around me until I heard someone curse loudly in rage.

Only then did I snap back to my senses and remember—we were in danger.

I mean, wasn’t there a missile heading straight for our heads just moments ago?

The answer to that question floated right beside us.

A medium-sized missile spear hovered silently in the air.

"..."

"Umm... Cassel? What is that?"

It’s not like I didn’t know, but—

Seriously, after all that fear, those overwhelming emotions, and my heroic act fueled by the thought ’Protect our villain or die trying’—

This is what I end up with?

Honestly...

But I guess I can’t blame anyone but myself, right?

Who told me to be like a goldfish with such a short memory that I forgot Cassel possesses a wide variety of supernatural abilities—chief among them, telekinesis?

I’m an idiot.

I pulled away from Cassel’s embrace, ignoring the amused, entertained look in his eyes.

It felt like he was mocking me somehow.

"Damn it, he has superpowers."

"Do you think we can’t see that, you idiot?"

The men standing on the other side of the road muttered noisily.

They clearly hadn’t expected a power-user among us.

Unfortunately for them—everyone here was superhuman.

I glanced at Joe and Sebastian, standing silently, then at Matthew, who had stepped out of the car at some point.

I didn’t know why, but for some reason, his mood seemed darker than before.

Maybe I was imagining it.

While I was looking around, Cassel suddenly waved his hand. The missile that had been floating in the air instantly changed direction and shot toward the group of men at terrifying speed.

"Damn it—raise a shield, now!"

The voice of the man I had likened to a teacher earlier was sharp and commanding, powerful enough to scare children into silence.

His warning came just in time. Within moments, a wall of earth and concrete rose from the ground.

Oh—so they had superpowers too?

The missile exploded violently. Rocks and dirt rained down as the wall cracked—but it didn’t collapse completely.

Which meant the power-user who created it was at least a second-level.

Dust filled the air, blocking my vision for a few moments.

When it finally cleared—and the earthen wall disappeared with it—I saw the group staring at Cassel warily.

They were afraid of his power.

As for the teacher-like man, he glared at Cassel with pure hostility. If looks could kill, Cassel would’ve died a million times over.

Who does this bastard think he is, glaring at my beautiful villain like that?

"Hey, what’s your problem, idiot? You’re the ones who attacked us. And now that we’ve retaliated in self-defense, you don’t like it?"

I scoffed. "You’d better fix your attitude—especially your stare. I don’t appreciate it."

It seemed the man finally noticed me.

Maybe because at first, he thought I was insignificant and didn’t even bother looking my way. But once I spoke, his sharp gaze locked onto me, scrutinizing every detail.

There was a hint of curiosity and surprise in his eyes.

No wonder he was shocked.

At the end of the world, there are only two kinds of women. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

The first are those who gained superpowers—rare, valuable, and useful in fighting zombies.

The second is that women are used as toys to relieve men’s stress.

Naturally, the second type suffers the most. There are many of them, and they die every day from physical abuse.

As for me...

With my soft, graceful appearance, neat clothes, and clear complexion—

Don’t misunderstand, I’m not bragging. But my looks alone draw attention.

At first glance, it’s obvious I’m not strong enough to fight zombies.

But a second look erases any misunderstanding of me being a sexual toy—it’s clear I’m treated very, very well.

After the man stared at me for a long while, Cassel stepped forward, grabbed my hand, and pulled me behind him.

He looked at the man coldly. Every trace of his earlier good mood had vanished.

Suddenly, the man seemed to realize something—and smiled slyly.

From that smile alone, I could tell he was planning something absolutely unpleasant.

He turned away, seemingly speaking to his men—but there was no sound, and his face wasn’t directed toward us, so we couldn’t see or hear what he did.

Then he looked back at Cassel with arrogance and challenge.

"I admit—you’re very strong," the man said with an audible sigh. "We shouldn’t have attacked you in the first place."

He sounded sincere.

Then he continued, neither slow nor rushed:

"But what’s done is done. And judging by your looks, you don’t seem like the type of saint who lets his attackers live... am I right?"

I looked at Cassel’s back—and saw a cold smile form on his lips.

Oh.

Oh my God.

They were truly finished this time.

My villain was angry.

Very, very angry.

"As expected."

Cassel didn’t say much, but the man seemed to understand everything.

They say people of the same kind understand each other better—perhaps that was true.

Before I could think any further, a blinding light suddenly flashed before my eyes.

I squeezed my eyes shut, confused, unable to grasp what was happening.

But I felt Cassel’s hand tighten around mine for a brief moment—

And then I didn’t feel it at all.

My hand was empty.

And for some reason, panic flooded me—

as if my heart, too, had been empty.

I still hadn’t fully processed what had just happened, yet for some reason, I felt that something bad was about to occur.

Perhaps it was because of the intense, mysterious light that had flashed earlier—but even after opening my eyes, my vision refused to return immediately.

I blinked rapidly, opening and closing my eyes over and over, trying to adjust to my surroundings and recover my sight as quickly as possible.

What I neither knew nor could have imagined—even in my wildest dreams—was that the moment I finally opened my eyes, what would greet me would not be the familiar street where I had been standing...

Nor would it be Cassel’s handsome face.

I glared at the man standing in front of me, fury burning in my eyes.

I wasn’t afraid of the future.

I wasn’t afraid of zombies.

I wasn’t afraid of death—or even pain.

But I was terrified of being separated from Cassel.

That was my only obsession—the only thing that could truly, fucking terrify me.

I didn’t care that I was in danger.

I didn’t care that I was surrounded by those bastards.

I was angry—and I had to let that anger and fear out, or I would explode.

"Are you out of your damn mind?" I snapped.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing, bringing me here?"

"Damn it. Damn it—fuck this."

"I have to find Cassel. I need to be by his side."

I probably looked completely unhinged in their eyes—but that was the least of my concerns.

I turned my gaze to that man, stripping him of the title teacher.

He didn’t deserve it.

Trash was a far more fitting name.

"Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?"