The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 8 - 000 Shee!

Like a meteor crashing into the earth, the Extreme Flame Meteor Will unleashed struck the calibration slabs of crystalline ice with immense force.

It carved a long tunnel through the one-meter-thick slabs before finally stopping just shy of the edge.

Will estimated the distance—about two centimeters short of a complete penetration.

Perfect!

Rounding up, that was roughly 8000 Shee!

The brilliance of the scene left the crowd dumbfounded. It wasn’t until the meteor stopped that anyone dared to breathe again.

Will felt the same—

“Huff… huff… huff…”

He gasped for air, his body trembling.

He hadn’t expected the spell to take such a toll. At the moment of impact, it felt as though half his soul had been ripped out.

Ridiculous. How did the witch in the original story manage to use this as a basic attack?

—And to think he had actually implemented this spell as part of her basic attack module in the game. The player base would’ve rioted over this level of power imbalance.

“What… what was that?”

“How much power did that have?! It looked like it almost pierced through!”

“That was 8000 Shee! How is that possible?! An 8000 Shee spell? From a kid who hasn’t even started school?!”

“Hey, wasn’t that tricky dragon breath attack from the 10th floor of the dungeon only, what, 1000 Shee?”

“I read somewhere it’s just 1000 Shee…”

Will thought to himself, Stop speculating, people. A spell’s raw damage is just its attack stat multiplied by its coefficient.

Hmm…

If he remembered correctly, the Extreme Flame Meteor he designed had a coefficient of 1600…

Could his attack stat really be just 5…?

No way… even a slime’s base attack stat was 20.

The only explanation was that he was too weak. The catalyst and medium he used likely didn’t match the witch’s standards—hence, the spell didn’t reach its full potential. It was, at best, a pseudo-Extreme Flame Meteor.

The witch he would eventually face… her version would undoubtedly be far stronger.

“This kid’s something else.”

“But what’s the point of this experiment? A spell like that belongs in real combat!”

“Maybe he’s just showing off, pulling some kind of trick.”

…

“Young Master! Are you okay?”

Amidst the murmurs, only Eir rushed to Will’s side, supporting him as he leaned against the table, catching his breath.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. This was just for data collection.”

Will wiped the sweat from his brow.

His own strength and growth didn’t matter. What mattered was Eir. In the future, Eir would have to rise above the flames of the Flame Dragon Arl. She couldn’t falter against something as trivial as a witch’s basic attack.

This was just the first step.

But…

It was a critical step toward blackening her into a powerful, yandere force capable of tormenting the protagonist!

“Eir, it’s your turn. Stand by the slabs.”

Will pulled out a second coin and poured the last of the catalyst from the small vial.

“Alright. So… it’s my turn now?”

“Yes, this will test your progress. During this experiment, try to track the spell’s trajectory. It’s straightforward, but it’s bright, fast, and requires both experience and courage to block. Don’t worry—I’ve calculated it. At less than 8000 Shee, you’ll be fine.”

Will’s voice was weary as he took a few deep breaths.

The reason he had tested the spell on the slabs first instead of directly involving Eir was to ensure her safety. If the spell had exceeded her capacity, he would’ve canceled her practical training.

Even he hadn’t realized how much he genuinely wanted Eir to grow strong and stay safe.

“Alright. Eir trusts Young Master. If Young Master believes I can do it, then I can.”

Eir jogged over, her tail swaying and her ears twitching. She wore low-heeled, crisscross-laced leather shoes that clicked softly as she stepped onto the chalk line Will had drawn.

“Is he insane?! He’s using that spell on his own maid?”

“I told you, the Hysterm family’s always had a few screws loose. They all have some twisted hobbies.”

“What, is this young master trying to roast someone alive?”

…

Will ignored the chatter, focusing instead on the data from the previous test.

8000 Shee likely wasn’t the witch’s full power. However, Eir was no longer the weakling from the original story. A mere 8000 Shee? She could block it with her pinky.

He couldn’t help but feel excited at the thought of the future showdown between the witch and a fully-trained Eir.

Will’s inner chaos-loving side surfaced. Who could resist a good power struggle? His personally raised Eir would absolutely obliterate the witch-assassin, no question.

The thought reinvigorated him, easing some of his fatigue. He carefully applied the catalyst to the coin and positioned it above the alcohol lamp once more.

“Huff… we seek the ultimate flame…”

Eir watched as Will raised his staff, activating her Ice Armor over her hands and arms.

The murmurs of the crowd were loud enough for her sharp wolf ears to catch every word.

That earlier spell had been incredible. Though Eir didn’t fully understand it, she knew Will hadn’t cast it to show off its power.

He had called her over and said this was to “test her progress.” Without a doubt—

This was to prove her strength!

And if she could prove her strength by blocking the Extreme Flame Meteor, it would show that Will wasn’t just toying with her.

It would prove that having someone like her—a loyal “dog”—made Will strong!

Satisfied with her clear logic, Eir fixed her gaze on the fiery meteor, taking a deep breath.

If that was the case…

Then she’d show Will and everyone else just how strong she had become!

“This is Extreme Flame Meteor!”

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The fiery meteor, which had just pierced through a one-meter-thick calibration slab, hurtled toward her.

Even from ten meters away, all Eir could see was a blinding white light.

Though it was only the second time Will had cast the spell, its intensity was no less than the first. It tore through the air at breakneck speed, trailing scorching flames, carving a brilliant streak across the desolate training grounds.

With a force that seemed capable of incinerating everything in its path, it barreled toward Eir.

But…

Eir reached out her hand toward the white light.

She couldn’t see anything—it was too bright. She could only guess the general direction.

And then…

The raging, air-scorching, crystal-shattering 8000 Shee Extreme Flame Meteor…

Vanished the moment it touched her fingertip.

If not for the flaming trail it left behind, scorching the weeds along its path, it would’ve been as if the spell had never existed.

No white light, no flames, no meteor.

Nothing.

Not even the physical sensation of impact remained. The coin that had served as the medium had likely disintegrated from the heat, leaving no trace.

Eir stood frozen, staring at her hand.

Huh? That’s it?

Was she too strong? Or was the spell too weak?

The onlookers were equally stunned. The sheer absurdity of what had just happened left them speechless.

“Young Master, I… I did it?”

Eir’s mind was still processing what had happened, but Will had already rushed over, grabbing her right hand—the one that had come into contact with the meteor.

“Huff… while I’m still conscious… huff… let me check…”

“Just as I thought. It hit your middle finger—there’s a slight burn mark on the armor…” He even pulled out a ruler to measure. “Will it disrupt the Ice Armor’s cycle? No, it’s just a minor abrasion. As I suspected… Eir is strong enough to block it completely!”

Eir hadn’t even noticed the damage to her Ice Armor, but Will had spotted it immediately.

As expected of her young master—he understood her better than she understood herself!

“This is invaluable data… huff… but I can’t manage a third cast. Eir, one last task for you.”

Suddenly, Will leaned heavily against Eir.

His head drooped onto her shoulder, as if he had completely run out of strength.

“Radius 2.38 centimeters, depth 3 millimeters…”

“Huh? Y-Y-Young Master…”

Eir’s ears turned bright red as she listened to Will’s low voice murmuring in her ear.

“Remember those numbers. Also… carry me and the slabs back later… thanks…”

With that, Will completely passed out in Eir’s arms.

“W-Wait, what?! Young Master… hey?!?!”