My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 180: Disappointing

No one wanted to lose. To lose meant to be at the mercy of others. While the treatment for the weak was varied, it typically ranged from slavery to annihilation.

What losing did give one were lessons in humility and understanding.

By losing one had the option to blame others and remain the same, or to learn and adapt.

The Naga, which were losers by every conceivable metric, were the champions in this area. They had no inherent strengths like other races; in some respects, they were the closest to humans.

Thus, much like people, they had several lessons in humility. So much so that there no longer lay any trace of arrogance in their mentalities. What remained instead was a desire to get stronger.

"They remind me of you, darling," Bianca commented with a smile.

"Me?" Elian pointed to himself, confused.

The witch nodded as she watched the Naga.

"Yes, they are the closest to you of all the races. They know they are weak, so be it their form, tactics, or identity; it seems those are worth less than victory to them."

Elian couldn’t help but agree. The fact that the Naga were willing to trade their snake lower halves for horse legs, wings, and many others was a telling sign. These beings no longer gave second thoughts about what they had to be. Their only concern was—

"Victory... hmm... you’re right."

Before Elian and Bianca could call to them, something came down from the sky. It was a familiar face, Epsilon, one of the Sea Sirens. But rather than a serpentine lower half, she now had a propulsion system like those of a rocket.

She carried a rifle and had metallic bat wings, like a monster from a cyberpunk nightmare. Oblivious to Elian’s thoughts, Epsilon smiled, then faced the rest of the army before announcing in a clear voice.

"Weapons of Ysh-Natul, assemble! Our Tyrant and Anchor have arisen!"

Without delay, the originally chaotic battlefield slowly turned quiet. The Naga which originally was a disorderly mob, formed ranks and files divided by roles and armaments. From their new gear, weapons, and forms, it was obvious just how much had changed.

Elian couldn’t help but feel his blood slowly heating up.

The vision of the Naga was, in essence, what the Tyrant wished his force to become. It was an army in every sense of the word, and the Naga gravitated to his preferences without his instruction.

Elian felt immense happiness coursing through his being. It was like getting the exact gift one wanted during Christmas. The Tyrant felt he had to stop himself from being too excited, but then a hand slipped into his and squeezed.

"Why are you trying to act reserved? Be happy when you want to, appreciate all life has to offer. Isn’t this the same thing you have been trying to tell me, darling?"

With a dazzling smile, Bianca’s comment made Elian feel blissful. As the one who forced herself to create this army, one could feel the pride she had in it.

Ask any parent or married individual and the joy in giving someone a present did not lay in the actual object but rather the reaction of your loved one. And it was clear that Bianca enjoyed seeing Elian’s.

Unable to stop himself, Elian pulled Bianca close, grabbed her by the waist, and raised her chin.

"I love you," he whispered in bliss.

A short kiss followed.

Breathless, Bianca similarly enamored replied, "And I, you." She then turned to the Naga as she instructed. "Now, lead them on, my love, our children. Our race. Lead them and claim what is yours."

Elian nodded and took a step forward, "Prepare to move; we will now be assaulting the Tyrant of Ysh-Natul!"

Every Naga present slammed their weapons, feet, and hooves to the ground and roared to the skies. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"YES TYRANT! FOR VICTORY OF THE WEAPONS! FOR THE GLORY OF VALESTRA! FOR OUR HAPPY ENDING!"

When Bianca and Elian heard the rallying cry of the Weapons, both couldn’t help but chuckle.

"For our happy ending, huh?"

"Darling, hearing such a terrifying army yell something that cute is... oddly endearing."

"Well, they might just really love their mother after all. I taught them well."

"What? You taught them? How irresponsible! Your first lesson to them was war!"

The Tyrant and his Anchor looked at each other and laughed even more. To others, the Weapons might have been nothing but a force of nature, but to them, they were and had always been family. Teasing each other, the faction marched to their target.

***

"This is the place, huh? There seems to be even more Naga than the last place we went to," Elian couldn’t help but comment.

"It’s probably because the Tyrant of the dungeon is here."

"Hmm, maybe you’re right."

As Elian and Bianca chatted, Alpha came before them and bowed. The former Naga still had a muscular body and serpentine face; however, his lower body had four powerful horse legs adept at fast movement.

"It is neither, my Tyrant and Anchor. This place has the last resistance of Ysh-Natul. We intentionally made it that way by sending Epsilon to challenge all the remaining tribes."

"Oh?" Elian turned to the floating, snake-bat-iron-man-looking being behind him, "What did you tell them, Epsilon?"

She bowed respectfully while answering, "We told them how we got stronger and made a request. Flee and be discarded or fight and be reborn. When they saw me and my rifle, they all complied."

"Reborn? How sure are you that we would do so?"

"Because we can be of use, it would be cost-efficient, my Tyrant. Since everyone is here, just a single Soul Bind would grant you a large army," Epsilon explained proudly.

Elian couldn’t help but grimace at what he heard. He knew of the desperation of the Naga. Epsilon, like a demon, dangled power in front of them, promising future rewards. She couldn’t have known if Elian or Bianca would still want to Weaponize these bastards.

Her words make sense, but who the hell does she think she is to tell me what to do?

"They’re technically right. But as servants, they got a bit too arrogant. Still, aren’t they cute? They know that once you claim the mark, you will leave. And as you worry about my MP, you would not waste time reviving every little tribe," Bianca commented telepathically.

Yeah. And rather than ask me, they try to make it appear that it’s for my benefit. This type of crap was what the Big Three did to the rest of Earth and to you. I was fond of the other races since they were all true to their desires and did not lie.

"Well, they are weak. Can you honestly blame them? Aren’t humans the same? And they technically didn’t lie. They just got a bit ahead of themselves."

Elian shook his head in disdain. "How disappointing..."

Bianca’s observation was the same as Elian’s. To ensure that every single Naga in the dungeon has the chance to be reborn, the Epsilon and the other leaders acted. By their own means, they gathered everyone here.

All to hope Elian and Bianca would Weaponize them all because that was best for everyone.

"You bastards are playing with fire," Elian growled in irritation.

At this single statement, every Weapon present was slammed to the ground without exception. As if all their bones turned to jelly, the entire faction lost the strength to stand. Elian, who disliked liars and schemers, did not even bat an eye at the Naga.

"Ack! Tyrant, it’s..."

Belatedly understanding that they had angered their Tyrant, Alpha and the others tried to get up only to be frozen in place by a single statement.

"Shut up."

Their own bodies acted against their will and closed their mouths. As if will made law, not a single Weapon could utter a sound.

Like political advisors with their own agenda, the Named Naga were trying to manipulate their masters. And it soured Elian’s fondness for them in seconds. Yet, despite the tense moment, a woman’s mellifluous laughter rang out like music.

"Haha, come now, my love. Be more understanding; can you really fault a child for wanting to ask for gifts from their parents? Even though it may be a bit awkward, they did not mean any harm."

"Tsk, do as you wish, Bianca. I wash my hands of them."

The Naga who heard the grave statement all wanted to grovel and ask for forgiveness, but none of them could. Only a single woman never lost her smile. The Anchor who held the Tyrant’s affection.

She then turned to face each of Alpha, Epsilon, and the others. "Children, I applaud you for being cunning. But you were too greedy. What your father hates the most are those who lie and scheme. You poked one of his sore spots."

With a teasing smile, Bianca approached the Naga and added, "Lie to others but not to your parents. Scheme all you want, but never to our family. Your father is a sword; touch him incorrectly and you will get cut. Next time, consult me first, okay?"

All five of the named leaders nodded their heads desperately.

Bianca then clung to Elian and lightly kissed his cheek, "Darling, will you please forgive them. For me? I promise such a mistake will never happen again."

Elian groaned but relented; he nodded and the Weapons felt the restraints on their bodies disappeared. Immediately they all stood up and apologized.

"Please forgive us for our sins, Tyrant!"

The enemy monsters all grew wary and confused at what was happening at Elian’s side. So much so that the enemy Tyrant came forward.

But the moment he did, Elian pointed to him and gave a single command.

"Tear everyone apart; then I will think about it."

"YES!"

At that simple command, the Weapons all sprung to action.