The Worst Villain is Actually a Cute Girl-Chapter 32

Isaac’s voice was heated, full of excitement.

I didn’t even have to ask him any questions—he started babbling about his grand cause.

It seemed he was thrilled to finally reveal the secrets he had been holding inside. His face was filled with joy and triumph.

The story of one person's dedication and sacrifice to save the world.

On the surface, it seemed like a touching tale, something you might find in a fairytale, but underneath, the ugly contradictions and darkness were clearly evident.

Though Isaac himself seemed oblivious to it.

Shaking with laughter.

I had been curious about his grand purpose, but now I couldn’t help but laugh whenever I heard him ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) speak.

It was so absurdly funny. I never thought he’d have such a sense of humor.

What a waste.

He should give up being a fixer and become a comedian or a clown instead.

Like a balloon filled with air to the limit, the laughter that I had been suppressing burst out uncontrollably.

Of course, I couldn’t make any sound. So, I expressed it with my body.

I flapped around on the floor or pretended to laugh by opening my mouth wide, mocking his story as best as I could.

Isaac’s face twitched in displeasure at my behavior.

The story stopped, and he glared down at me with a face full of irritation.

“What’s so funny? Was there something in my story that you found funny?”

Of course, there was.

It was an utterly ridiculous story.

I trembled my lips, nodding in agreement.

Isaac’s expression darkened even more.

So this was the famous Winter General, huh? I never expected someone like this.

I was beyond disappointed. He was just pitiful now.

His true face was far worse than I had imagined.

“Enough. What would a little kid like you understand about my cause? It was foolish of me to get so worked up.”

Isaac took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure.

His eyes, however, remained full of greed and desire.

What a pathetic human being.

A hero? Justice?

To save the world?

Wrong.

Someone like him was the furthest thing from a hero or justice.

After seeing his behavior, I was now certain about what kind of person Isaac truly was.

A selfish man, just like any other in the city.

But this one was intoxicated with vanity and superiority, a truly despicable human.

The worst kind of person.

He packaged his selfishness as justice and justified his actions with the pretense of helping others.

And he would commit any vile act without hesitation.

People like him, who get high on their own self-righteousness and pride, have no brakes.

They couldn’t care less about the consequences as long as their goals are achieved.

Because they firmly believe that their actions are justified by their supposed justice.

They think they can do anything and get away with it.

Look at him now.

Even after committing these horrible experiments, there isn’t an ounce of guilt or remorse in him.

He doesn’t even try to understand the feelings of those he harms. Instead, he defines everything he does as some noble sacrifice.

“The forest, not the trees,” he says?

What a joke.

He forces others to sacrifice, but he wouldn’t think of sacrificing himself.

And when things don’t go his way, he’s the first to back out, like the coward he truly is.

The old memories of my younger, naive self came rushing back, clear as if it happened yesterday.

He’d smile a kind, reassuring smile and shout about justice, but when real justice was needed, he’d make excuses and try to avoid it.

I took a slow breath, trying to calm myself.

It’s all in the past.

No need to get worked up.

Instead, I raised my head and glared at him, full of contempt and disgust.

His face, which had regained its calm, twisted once more.

He looked furious, as if he had just heard an unfair accusation.

He grabbed the collar of my clothes and lifted me up.

“What’s your problem? Why are you staring at me like that?”

The smile vanished from Isaac’s face.

His eyes were wide, filled with contempt and anger.

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I nonchalantly curled the corners of my lips, unfazed by his fury, and moved my mouth.

[You’re not a hero.]

Isaac’s eyebrows twitched.

He wouldn’t understand even if I said this.

One simple sentence was enough to shatter his illusions.

[Murderer.]

The hand that had been gripping my collar twitched.

His face turned an angry shade of red before Isaac threw my body forcefully.

Thud!

The impact sent me flying to the ground.

Apparently not satisfied with just that, Isaac strode over to me and began kicking me repeatedly.

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He was clearly agitated by the word “murderer,” his kicks becoming more forceful.

The sound of each kick echoed. The only thing spared was my face, perhaps because of its beauty?

I grimaced in pain as the shock of each hit echoed through my body.

I hadn’t enhanced my body with magic, so the impact hit me fully.

I’m fine... I can handle this...

This kind of pain is something I’ve grown accustomed to.

“Murderer? No... No, I’m not a murderer! Don’t compare me to those scum!”

Isaac was furious, far more enraged than a person who uses ice magic should be, and his anger kept pouring out.

He wouldn’t spare even a child.

He was completely losing his sanity, and his violence grew more vicious.

“It’s all for the world! I stained my hands with blood to save the world! And you call me a murderer? What do you, a little brat, know to say such things?!”

Isaac claimed to be a savior, but he didn’t have a shred of noble purpose.

He talked about justice and salvation, but it was all for his own greed.

To live a life of abundance in a paradise built on the corpses of others.

“It doesn’t matter! They were all going to die miserably anyway! If it weren’t for me, they would have died long ago! I made their worthless lives meaningful!!”

This was the true face of someone who calls themselves a hero.

Who would think of such a vile face as that of a hero?

He was nothing more than a human drenched in greed and desire, lost in self-deception, thinking himself a champion of justice.

A coward who doesn’t even acknowledge his own selfishness and guilt.

He couldn’t bend to violence.

I lifted my eyes and glared at him.

Isaac’s face twisted in response.

“What...!”

Beep—!

Beep—!

Beep—!

In that moment, alarms blared from the machinery.

Isaac’s violence stopped.

But, perhaps not fully calmed, he grumbled angrily.

“Phew, phew... It’s time.”

Isaac grabbed my collar and threw me violently into a capsule-like machine.

The test tube slowly closed.

“I would’ve loved to watch you die, but an important guest is arriving, you see.”

Isaac activated the device with force.

A noise came from the capsule machine.

Smoke slowly filled the inside, gradually overwhelming the air.

“At first, you’ll feel a little dizzy. Then, your senses—sight, hearing, everything—will slowly fade. In the end, your flesh and bones will melt. I’ve cranked it up to the max, so it’s going to hurt like hell. No matter how much you scream, no one will come to save you. Oh, right, I forgot you can’t speak.”

A cruel smile spread across Isaac’s face.

He leaned in close to the test tube, his face reflecting in the glass.

“Then just die miserably in there. I was going to spare you a little because of your decent face, but now... you don’t deserve it. You’ll get the punishment you deserve for tainting my noble mission, little brat.”

With those final words, Isaac pulled his face away.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance and left, seemingly uninterested in me anymore.

His footsteps gradually faded into the distance.

After a while, the pain of prolonged exposure to the smoke began to wear me down, and my body felt weaker.

Hmm. So this is it.

‘Well then, maybe it’s time to move.’

I raised a bit of my mana and tore through the restraints that bound me.

I tapped the lid lightly with my fist.

It was made of reinforced glass. Pretty sturdy.

Crack!

With a simple gesture, I shattered the lid and stepped out.

Regaining my freedom, I stretched my sore body. Every movement brought a twinge of pain.

‘Ugh, my body aches. He really did beat me up without mercy.’

I would’ve loved to deal with him myself.

I should repay him for every hit he gave me, but there was a guest arriving.

It doesn’t make sense for a child to kill Winter General.

If I kill him now, I could raise suspicions from the guest who’s coming.

I’d better avoid making such a messy situation.

‘You should be able to handle him easily.’

I’m not worried.

I know Red’s strength.

I’m certain she’ll win.

She’ll never forgive a villain.

She’s a crime killer, after all. Maybe her revenge will be far more satisfying than mine.

I won’t sit idly by until it’s over.

I’ll do what I can in the meantime.

I walked toward the place I had been most concerned about since I arrived here.

The massive glass container.

I looked beneath it.

It was dark. Nothing was visible, but I could clearly feel it.

There was something far more powerful than Isaac lurking beneath.

Isaac called it his masterpiece.

In other words, it was the creation born from his experiments here.

‘What I can do is...’

I solidified my mana into the form of a sword.

The moment I held the deep-blue sword in my hand, I saw something wriggling in the darkness.

‘It’s coming.’

The monster that had been sleeping awoke.

A giant form surged upwards in an instant.

Just rising up caused immense pressure, and cracks formed all over the glass container.

Screech—!

Screech—!

Screech—!

The emergency alarms blared loudly throughout the laboratory.

A mechanical voice warned of the situation, and the entrance sealed shut. A transparent barrier covered the walls of the lab.

It seemed like a precautionary device for emergencies.

Everything was working in my favor now.

“Graaaahhh!”

The enormous form roared.

The cracked glass container shattered, scattering pieces everywhere.

The force was like bullets.

Countless shards crashed into the machines and devices in the lab.

The shards never touched me.

They melted instantly upon coming into contact with the transparent flames wrapping around my body.

The moment I gathered more mana into the sword, the monster’s mouths opened wide.

As beams of dark light shot from its jaws, I swung my sword.

The collision of the freezing cold that could freeze even the soul and the fiery flames that could burn death itself created a blinding flash.

The entire laboratory shook as if it were about to collapse.