The Villainess is my fiance: But she is gentle towards me-Chapter 243 -: Genesis heart: Death!

Present Time

The brother saw the spear coming. It moved with a frightening speed.

The weapon cut through the air like a streak of silver light. In just a blink, it was already right in front of his sister’s face.

There was no time. No time to shout.

No time to think. But the worst thing was—

His sister did not even try to dodge.

Her eyes were wide. But they were empty.

She had fallen into a daze.

Her body stood frozen as if her mind had stopped working.

"No... no... no... no..."

The brother muttered in panic. His voice trembled.

"This can’t happen..."

His teeth bit hard into his lower lip until blood appeared.

"She is my only family..."

In that instant his body moved. His feet pushed against the air and his body shot forward like an arrow.

In the blink of an eye—

He appeared between his sister and Duke Sant.

"NO ONE CAN TAKE MY SISTER AWAY FROM ME!!!"

His roar shook the air.

He looked toward the sky as his voice exploded from his chest. Small drops of blood slowly fell from his eyes like dark red tears.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

His scream echoed across the battlefield. The veins on his neck bulged.

His fingers dug into his own face. He scratched his cheeks in a wild and crazy manner.

Thin lines of blood appeared across his skin. Then his head slowly lowered.

His eyes turned toward Duke Sant. The hatred inside them was terrifying.

"You forced me!!!"

His voice sounded broken and furious at the same time.

Then he quickly turned toward the girl behind him.

"Sister!!!"

His voice cracked.

"Come back!!!"

The moment those words left his mouth—

Chick!!

The sharp sound of flesh being cut appeared. The spear had already reached its target.

But right at that instant—The sister’s body suddenly dissolved.

Her body broke apart into a thin white mist.

The spear passed straight through the mist and struck nothing.

The cloud of mist floated quickly toward the brother.

"HAAAAAA!!!"

He roared loudly and inhaled deeply. The mist rushed into his body through his mouth and nose.

The moment the mist entered him—His entire body began to change.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

A painful scream burst from his throat. His muscles trembled violently.

Bones shifted under his skin. The missing part of his body began to return.

First—

His missing left hand appeared.

But it was not the same. It was smaller.

Slimmer. The fingers were long and delicate like a woman’s hand.

Then his left leg began to form. The shape was thinner than his right leg.

More graceful. Then the left side of his face began to change.

His jaw softened. His cheek became smoother.

Little by little—

The entire left side of his body turned into that of a woman.

The transformation was strange and unsettling. Half of him looked like a man.

Half of him looked like a woman.

"Ugh...!"

A painful groan escaped his mouth.

Suddenly a deep wound appeared across his chest.

Blood burst out like a small fountain. The red liquid flowed down his body and dripped onto the ground.

His hand quickly grabbed the wound. His fingers pressed tightly against it.

The flesh slowly moved. The wound began to shrink.

The skin pulled together and closed as if invisible threads were stitching it shut.

A moment later—

The wound was gone.

Only a thin red line remained.

Then—

"Ahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

A loud manic laugh burst from his mouth. His right hand grabbed his own face. His body shook as he laughed wildly.

And his voice had changed again.

It was no longer only male. It was no longer only female. Both voices spoke at the same time.

"You did something you should not have done."

47 spoke slowly while grinding its teeth. Its eyes burned with rage.

"Targeting my other half..."

The air around it felt heavy.

"If I do not kill you today..."

"I will never find peace."

Not far away—

Duke Sant had watched everything. From start to finish. To him it looked like a long moment.

But in truth—

Only a few breaths had passed. His sharp eyes carefully studied 47.

For the first time in the entire battle—The brother had lost his calm.

The cold control that 47 always showed had disappeared. Duke Sant slowly tightened his grip on his sword.

"It seems..."

He murmured quietly.

"This tiresome battle will finally end."

His eyes turned cold.

"If you want to kill me..."

"Then come."

His voice carried no fear.

"Stop barking and fight."

47 let out a cold snort. "I did not think I would use this."

Its voice sounded calm again.

"But today..."

"To kill you..."

"I will."

47 slowly reached out its right hand.

The spear lying on the ground suddenly trembled.

Then—It flew through the air.

The weapon landed perfectly in its hand.

47 gripped the shaft tightly. Its fingers slowly tightened.

Its eyes became cold and empty.

Then it spoke in a quiet voice.

"Genesis Heart."

The moment the words were spoken—

BOOM!!!

Black smoke burst out of its body. The dark smoke exploded outward like a violent storm.

In seconds the entire area was covered in thick black fog. Duke Sant quickly jumped backward.

His boots slid across the ground as he moved away from the smoke. His eyes stayed locked on the dark cloud.

His nose suddenly twitched. He sniffed the air.

A terrible smell entered his nose. It was a foul stench.

Rotten. Heavy.

But it was more than just a bad smell. It carried a strange feeling.

An uneasy feeling.

The kind of feeling a person gets when something terrible is about to happen.

Like the moment before a nightmare becomes real.

"What... is this?"

Duke Sant murmured quietly. He took another careful step back.

Inside the smoke—

The black fog began to move. At first it spread wider.

Then suddenly—

It started to gather together. The smoke slowly condensed.

Then it rushed back toward a single point.

47.

The black smoke was being sucked into its body.

"Hahahahahahaha!!!"

A loud laugh echoed from inside the dark fog. Little by little the smoke disappeared.

When half of it was gone—

Duke Sant could finally see the figure again.

47 stood there.

But it had changed. A dark armor now covered its body.

The armor looked heavy and ancient.

Strange patterns covered the metal surface.

The helmet was shaped like a cross. The empty eye holes glowed faintly with red light.

But the biggest change was the weapon.

The spear was gone.

In its place—

Was a curved blade. A long black scythe.

The blade shone with a dark light.

"Haaaaaaa..."

47 breathed deeply and inhaled the last bit of the black smoke.

The air finally cleared.

Then slowly—

47 raised the scythe.

It lifted the weapon above its shoulder like a butcher raising a blade.

A cold grin appeared on its face.

"Death."

The word fell from its lips like a quiet promise.

Then—

Its body vanished.

The ground cracked where it had been standing.

In the next instant—

47 appeared directly in front of Duke Sant.

Duke Sant’s eyes shrank to the size of needles.

"—!"

Before he could react—

BOOM!!!

The scythe came crashing down.

Duke Sant raised his sword quickly to block the attack.

Metal met metal.

Or at least—

That was what should have happened.

But the moment the scythe touched his sword—

The weapon disappeared. Just like that.

Gone.

No sound. No pieces.Nothing.

Duke Sant suddenly felt empty air in his hand.

His eyes widened in disbelief. His fingers clenched tightly around nothing.

"What...?!"

Shock spread across his face. His heart pounded violently.

"What is this?!!!"

For the first time in the battle—Fear appeared in Duke Sant’s eyes.

And standing before him—

47 slowly smiled behind the cross shaped helmet.