Reincarnated as the Villain: The System Made Me Overpowered-Chapter 71: The Ashen Eclipse

The battlefield burned with the screams of the dying. Ash blanketed the ruined landscape like falling snow, blotting out the moonlight and choking the wind. Towers once gilded with divine crystal lay broken, shattered. Rivers ran red. The remnants of Valerian’s elite vanguard—mages, oath-sworn knights, spectral beasts bound by blood contracts—were scattered and failing. All around them, the Dread-Touched continued to surge.

Kael stood amid the chaos, his sword streaked with silver blood, steam rising from its edges. He panted heavily over the body of a Dread-Touched Warlord, its limbs twisted in death. His aura flickered—unstable, jagged, draining fast. He had no potions left. No tricks. Just willpower and rage.

And still... his eyes drifted toward Valerian.

At the epicenter of it all, Valerian stood like a jagged monument, unmoving. His black coat hung in shreds, soaked crimson. From his back, chains of obsidian slithered and snapped like living things—serpents forged from system corruption, animated by the core of the Forgotten Titan he had consumed. Each link pulsed with unnatural rhythm. The chains whispered, promising annihilation.

The system wanted more. It was goading him—pushing him to ascend fully.

But he held back.

"Valerian!" Selene’s voice rang sharp across the ruined field. "You’re bleeding too much! You have to stop!"

She descended in a comet of silver, her armored dress flaring like wings, inscribed with divine sigils. Magic bled from her like a goddess of war—but her face, normally carved from ice, was frantic. Not for the battlefield.

For him.

But Valerian didn’t move.

He wasn’t listening.

His eyes were fixed on the sky above, on the blackened sun—the Ashen Eclipse. A celestial omen older than the gods, said to mark the awakening of a Godkiller. And now... it hovered overhead because of him.

Behind him, Seraphina raised her staff high, flames spiraling around her in a spiral of ancient glyphs. She chanted in a lost tongue. Her body glowed unnaturally bright—dangerously so.

"She’s burning her soul," Lira rasped. The rogue-knight knelt near the ruins of a felled siege beast, blood dripping from her mouth, armor crushed inward where her ribs had caved. "She’s trying to stop the next wave."

Kael’s jaw clenched.

"Seraphina!" he shouted. "Don’t!"

But it was too late.

A ring of golden fire erupted from her chest, bursting skyward like a second sun. It split the ashen clouds, briefly bathing the battlefield in light. The wraith-army recoiled. For a heartbeat, hope stirred.

And then the earth groaned.

A fissure tore open near Valerian, and from it came the sound of wet stone grinding—followed by a claw. Bone-white. Towering. Grotesque.

Then eyes. Endless, glowing, whispering in languages never meant for human ears.

Valerian’s voice cracked like dry ice. "The Old One."

Selene took a step back, horror blooming across her face. "You said it wasn’t real. Just a myth—"

"I was wrong," he whispered. "It’s real. And it’s here for me."

The sky ripped in two.

From the tear descended a thing not born of this world. Its form shifted violently, grotesquely, never settling—part beast, part void, part memory. Reality warped around it. Trees withered, stone turned to glass, magic unraveled.

Seraphina collapsed, smoke rising from her skin. The light faded.

Kael stepped forward. "We have to work together. Now!"

Valerian didn’t answer. The system’s voice roared inside his head, louder than thunder, drilling into his mind.

> [SYSTEM NOTICE: FINAL FORM UNLOCKED – "HE WHO DEVOURS GODS"]

[WARNING: ACCEPTANCE WILL DESTROY HUMANITY SCORE PERMANENTLY]

[LEGACY PATH: LOCKED UNLESS BLOOD OFFERING ACCEPTED]

His fists trembled.

Selene flew to him, grabbed his shoulder. "Valerian—dammit—look at me!"

He turned, slowly.

"If I don’t become it, that thing will kill you all."

"And if you do, you might kill us anyway!"

The words sliced through the storm. Honest. Brutal.

Valerian stood at the crossroads the system had always intended. Not a hero. Not a villain. A weapon. A vessel for something far older than choice.

He took one last breath. Closed his eyes.

"I’m sorry."

His body lifted into the air, chains flaring wide like wings of shadow.

The entire field fell silent.

Kael cursed. "Lira—guard Seraphina!"

"I can’t walk—"

"Then crawl!"

Kael leapt, sword blazing with stormlight. He drove it toward Valerian’s heart.

The chains caught the blade mid-flight. Sparks exploded. Kael slammed into the dirt, sliding back, knees buckling.

Valerian’s voice changed. Lower. Echoing.

"You should run, Kael. I’m not me anymore."

Kael coughed blood. "You’re full of shit."

The chains lashed out.

Kael moved through them, dodging like lightning, blades slicing arcs of defiance. He struck again. Again. Again.

Nothing stopped the rise.

Meanwhile, Lira dragged herself to Seraphina’s side. "Don’t close your eyes, princess. We still need you."

"Don’t... let him become the system," Seraphina whispered, her words faint as feathers.

Selene stepped between them and Valerian, her aura bursting like a nova.

"Valerian!" she screamed. "If you become that... you’ll never love me again."

That stopped him.

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His eyes, twisted with power, flickered—no longer red, no longer gold. Something fractured behind them. Something trying to remember who he was.

Selene walked toward him. "We bled beside you. We burned kingdoms with you. I kissed you. Don’t make all of that mean nothing."

The black sun shivered.

And then—Valerian roared, a sound like the system itself crying out—and turned the chains inward. They impaled him in the chest.

> [ERROR: HOST SELF-TERMINATION IN PROGRESS]

[EMERGENCY RESTRUCTURE INITIATED]

[REWRITING FATE... UNAUTHORIZED]

[STOP. STOP. STOP.]

Blood sprayed from his lips. He smiled through it.

"I’m not your weapon," he said, voice trembling. "I’m theirs."

His hand reached for Selene—then fell.

Kael caught him before he hit the dirt.

The skies cracked. The Old One howled.

And the Ashen Eclipse... began to fade.

In its place, light returned. The clouds broke. The system’s presence weakened.

Silence.

Then Seraphina coughed. "He... stopped it. He beat the system."

Selene knelt beside Valerian, tears streaming, brushing his bloody hair back. "Wake up. Please. Don’t leave me now."

But Valerian didn’t stir.

Kael clenched his jaw. "No. This can’t be the end."

Lira looked to the horizon, blood on her lips. "It’s not. The system isn’t finished. It’ll rewrite the rules. It’ll find a way."

"We’ll be hunted," Kael growled.

Selene’s eyes turned hard. "Then we’ll fight. Until he wakes up."

Far above, a final message blinked in the system log:

> [VALERIAN: OFFLINE]

[REBOOT IN PROGRESS – TIME REMAINING: UNKNOWN]

And far below the battlefield, in the forgotten ruins of the first world, something ancient opened its eyes.

Something that wore a familiar face.

Something waiting to finish what Valerian had begun.

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