The Worst Villain is Actually a Cute Girl-Chapter 34

Isaac’s gaze dropped to the ground.

Blood dripped from his nose, spattering the floor.

The nosebleed began to stop quickly.

Before facing Red, Isaac had used a recovery kit.

It was a healing drug that rapidly regenerated minor injuries.

The effects appeared on his body almost immediately.

His awkwardly bent arm snapped back into place, and the bruises from her blows began to heal.

But the pain lingered in his body, and drool leaked from his mouth. His thoughts were sluggish.

Veins bulged in his neck as Isaac shouted with rage.

“Ghhhhh...! A sneak attack?! You!? How could you do this?!”

“There’s no such thing as fair or unfair. We already had our little talk. Besides...”

Despite his fury, Red answered without a hint of concern, glancing around briefly before continuing.

“You’re not really in a position to talk, considering what you had planned.”

At her words, the fog clouding Isaac’s mind cleared slightly.

Some calm returned to his expression.

The mist still hung in the air.

But the situation was still in his favor.

He convinced himself the earlier hit only landed because he let his guard down.

That ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ wouldn’t happen again. Not now.

Isaac’s lips curled into a crooked smile.

“Heh... I was going to end this nicely for old times’ sake... But if that’s how you want to play it, I won’t hold back either.”

With that, magical energy surged from his body.

A frigid chill spread through the air.

“Haaaaah!”

A bitter wind burst outward from him.

Frost swept across the ground, and Red quickly leapt back to avoid it.

Taking advantage of the moment, Isaac disappeared into the mist.

“I told you—I know you better than anyone! I can’t lose this fight!”

As Isaac moved his hands, the air froze behind him and hundreds of ice arrows materialized in an instant.

With a sweep of his hand, the arrows launched toward Red.

Sensing something coming, Red hopped lightly back.

The front wave of ice arrows slammed into the spot where she had just been standing.

She twisted her body midair and took off running.

“It’s useless.”

The remaining arrows adjusted their trajectory, chasing her relentlessly.

Isaac wore a vicious grin on his face.

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She wouldn't get far.

He moved to redirect the volleys to cut her off—but then Red briefly glanced toward him.

For the briefest instant, their eyes met.

Her cold stare made Isaac’s insides twist.

Impossible.

That’s what he told himself.

The mist should have obscured her vision, masked his presence and magic. She shouldn’t have a clue where he was.

He shook off the unease and moved to command the arrows again.

Then, Red suddenly stomped the ground, kicking up a head-sized chunk of debris, and with a spin, she launched it into the air.

A split-second later, with a loud crack, her foot slammed into it.

CRACKCRACKCRACK—!

The fragment tore through the air, punching holes through the oncoming arrows.

The shockwave from the impact shattered the entire volley.

The chunk of rubble grazed Isaac’s head.

His expression twisted, and a burning sting spread across his cheek.

Isaac clutched the side of his face.

His palm felt damp, and pain flared where it touched skin.

The wound faded quickly.

Isaac’s face turned pale. Cold sweat ran down his back.

If that thing had hit his skull dead on, it would’ve exploded like a firework.

The image alone made his stomach churn. He clamped a hand over his mouth.

Grinding his teeth, Isaac flung his arm forward.

As if shaking off his fear, a new barrage formed—this time, ice spears, far more than before.

“RAAAAGH!”

Letting out a guttural roar, he hurled them with a mighty swing.

But Red, unlike before, crouched low and kicked off the ground.

She charged straight in, dodging the storm of ice spears with terrifying precision.

Realizing his projectiles wouldn’t land, Isaac gathered his power into one concentrated spell.

“Then how about this...!”

Behind him, a massive ice eagle with blue feathers emerged.

Following his will, it spread its wings and soared straight at her.

Its immense size and the weight of its magic radiated overwhelming pressure—enough to make ordinary people collapse from the sheer difference in power.

Its wings left trails of frost with every beat, freezing the space it passed through.

Its force threatened to freeze not just the body, but mind and soul as well.

It was Isaac’s trump card—his proudest spell.

His face brimmed with confidence.

Red narrowed her eyes slightly.

The air had changed.

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Even if the mist cloaked vision and presence, she could sense something coming straight at her.

But Red didn’t flinch.

She raised her arm, snatched one of the falling ice spears out of the air, and, still running, hurled it with a powerful swing of her arm.

A flash of blue light followed by a sonic boom echoed through the mist.

A streak of blue shot toward the giant bird.

BOOOOOM!

The spear struck the eagle, bringing it crashing down.

Mouth agape, Isaac stared at the shattering construct.

Then, beyond the storm of shards, he spotted a flash of red hair.

As he scrambled to react, her fist was already flying toward him.

“Guh!!”

It slammed into his gut, distorting his once-handsome face as he was sent flying.

His mind went blank.

His body rolled and crashed across the floor several times before he came to.

Wiping the spit from the corner of his mouth, Isaac slammed his palm onto the ground.

Spikes of ice burst upward from where Red was standing.

But of course, she evaded them with ease and came sprinting toward him again.

‘How the hell does she know where I am?’

Panting hard, Isaac struggled to his feet.

Veins bulged along his neck.

He lifted his head, eyes wide with fury, and bellowed.

“You think you’re the only one good at close combat?!”

A storm wind surged around him as ice enveloped his entire body.

When the cold mist dispersed, he was clad in an ornate suit of ice armor—like a knight straight out of legend.

Frostlord Mode.

A skill that enhanced speed, power, stamina, and endurance all at once.

“HERE I COME!!”

Isaac swung his fist at Red as she charged into range.

She punched back.

The collision shook the air and cracked the floor beneath them.

‘Ghkk...’

Isaac winced.

Even through the armor, searing pain shot up his arm.

A sharp crack rang out as a fracture ran through his armored arm.

A visible chip in the armor made Isaac’s eyes go wide.

No way.

Panic struck—until the damage swiftly mended itself, and he let out a breath of relief.

‘Yeah. With this, I can win.’

He had analyzed all of Red’s techniques.

Their physical abilities were nearly matched—he was sure he could take her down.

Wearing a confident smile, he moved to counterattack.

Thud!

‘...Huh?’

A strange sound.

Isaac realized, a second too late, that one of his legs had buckled.

What the—?

Agonizing pain crashed into his face. Something had struck him—hard.

He staggered.

Through blurred vision, he saw Red, her fist clenched.

“You idiot.”

Red muttered under her breath, then unleashed a relentless assault.

Fists and kicks landed without pause.

Each strike was fast and precise.

Blows sank into vital points, forcing Isaac to choke on his breath, coughing and wheezing.

Though his armor still protected him, he could feel his organs shattering, his bones breaking.

The wounds healed quickly—only to be broken again. Then healed again.

Ironically, the recovery kit he had used on himself was now preventing any rest.

As Red pounded him, Isaac couldn’t make sense of what was happening.

He believed he knew her well. In the game, whenever they clashed, he always came out on top.

Even if not a crushing win, their fights had at least been even.

But this... wasn’t even a fight.

In the middle of that endless pain, Red’s voice cut through.

“You say you know me? That you can’t lose this fight? Ha. Let me return the favor. You’ll never beat me.”

Her dismissive tone made rage surge in Isaac, but it was quickly smothered by the pain.

“You know why? Because you’re just not cut out for fighting.”

No! he wanted to scream.

He wanted to argue back, deny what she was saying—but her attacks didn’t give him room to speak.

“You’ve got more magic than most. Your body’s strong from all those enhancements. But that’s it. That’s all you’ve got. Everything else? Trash. Your reflexes are slow, your situational awareness is crap, and you never learned real combat skills. What’s the point of having a great body if you don’t even bother to get used to it?”

He wanted to shut her up.

But Red didn’t stop. She kept laying into him.

“When we used to work together, remember what I told you over and over? Train. And you—what did you say again? Oh, right. ‘It’s fine,’ you said.”

Like a teacher scolding a lazy student, Red listed out his flaws one by one.

It only made Isaac feel even more pathetic.

“Sure, you can flex on people weaker than you. But what happens when you face someone just as strong—or stronger? This. This is what happens.”

The final nail in the coffin.

Ever since that man took over Isaac’s body, he’d basked in the thrill of talent.

The problem was, he mistook Isaac’s talent for his own and got lazy.

That arrogance had brought him to this moment.

And even now, even here, Isaac still didn’t understand.

Red drew back her fist.

In a blur too fast to follow, she struck him in the torso eighteen times.

His armor shattered completely, exposing the real Isaac underneath.

Just as Red moved in to finish him, Isaac, barely clinging to consciousness, grabbed her arm.

A wide, twisted grin spread across his face.

Cold surged over Red’s arm.

Isaac began to channel his magic, aiming to freeze her entire body.

But before he could pour power into it—

Red twisted his arm with all her weight.

“GRAAAAAAGH!!”

The joint bent far beyond where it should’ve stopped, and he let out a scream of agony.

His face was a mess of tears, but he stubbornly reached out with his other hand.

As he spread his palm, a burst of frost surged toward her.

There was no way she could dodge from this distance.

Panting and smiling through the pain, savoring the taste of victory—

But then a blow struck his side, knocking the breath out of him.

“I’ll give you this—you’re persistent.”

He turned his head.

Red was fine.

Isaac snapped his fingers, and ice weapons materialized behind him, preparing to rain down at an angle.

But Red crouched low, placed a hand on the ground, and spun, sweeping her leg wide beneath him.

Isaac staggered.

She flipped herself into a handstand and delivered two kicks straight to his head, then leapt up and slammed a third kick into his stomach.

Thud!

Isaac’s body was sent flying, crashing to the ground.

He didn’t get back up.

The mist began to clear.

Red slowly walked toward him.

“It’s over.”

She stepped on his chest and raised her fist.

“No! It’s not over yet!!”

Magic exploded from Isaac.

Red lifted her head.

Isaac hovered several meters above the ground.

“I’m the protagonist! The main character of this world!! I can’t lose!!!”

His blood-smeared face twisted with obsession and madness.

He raised both hands high.

Above him, over a hundred ice pillars formed.

Pouring all his rage, resentment, and desperation into it—

He brought his arms down.

The entire barrage came raining down on Red.

She leapt up, using the falling ice as stepping stones to charge directly at him.

“...What?”

His finishing move—meant to end it all—had ironically paved a path right to him.

Isaac’s face turned ghostly pale.

“Don’t come...”

His teeth were shattered and missing. His words came out slurred and weak.

“Don’t come...”

Terror consumed him as Red closed in, second by second.

“Don’t come any closer!!”

She jumped again, using the last pillar as a springboard.

In a final desperate move, Isaac poured all his remaining magic into forming a cocoon of frost around himself.

Sharp ice spikes burst from its surface, as if to protect him from anything outside.

He planned to seize a counterattack the moment she hesitated.

In his mind, a vision of the future played out—

Saving the world. Basking in applause.

Living happily ever after with the heroines.

If he could just overcome this—

He could have it all.

Isaac didn’t doubt his victory.

After all, he was the protagonist.

The hero always wins.

“I’m going to save the worl—”

“No.”

A cold voice answered—and cracks formed in the ice.

Isaac’s eyes widened.

The shell shattered, along with his delusions.

Amid the storm of glittering shards, a fist appeared.

A moment later—

Red’s fist landed cleanly on Isaac’s face.

“You’re not a hero.”

The man who’d hijacked Isaac’s body and treated others’ lives as expendable in his pursuit of victory—

Was slammed straight into the ground by the fist of someone who truly stood for justice.