The Worst Villain is Actually a Cute Girl-Chapter 6

Why are happy moments always so short?

Why does this ruthless and cruel reality so easily take away the things that are precious?

Hic.

Buried in a worn-out, tattered sofa that barely had any cushion left, I pounded it with my soft limbs.

Sad. Miserable.

Why the hell did this have to happen to me?!

I stopped hitting the sofa and turned my head to the side.

On the floor lay a beautiful yet crumpled box.

Inside it was the very source of happiness.

Huuuhhhhhh.

Silent sobs spilled out as tears streamed down my face.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the box.

The source of my happiness inside was utterly ruined.

Various desserts had been tossed around and smashed beyond recognition.

Just as how a pretty rice cake looks more delicious, appearance was important too.

Ahhhhoooooo.

And this was all their fault.

On the way back, I had bumped into someone.

Because of the impact, the box slipped from my hands and rolled dramatically across the ground.

Of course, inside the box, the desserts had started an all-out dance party. By the time I picked it up, it was already a disaster beyond salvation.

I had no choice but to despair.

I dodged.

Right before the collision, I had clearly moved to the side, but they had still run into me.

Fine. People make mistakes.

If they had simply apologized first, bought me new desserts to compensate, and we laughed it off together, this story could have ended as a happy ending.

But fairytales were just fiction.

Because they were fiction, reality was cruel.

—"Hey, you blind or something?! Did you sell your damn eyes? That’s it. I’m gonna—"

—"Oi, stop. We have work to do. We don’t have time to mess around here."

—"Tsk. Yeah, yeah. Lucky bastard. Tch!"

And just like that, they swaggered off.

They had the audacity to ruin my desserts and then act so rudely.

I got up from the sofa, approached the box, and hugged it tightly.

I pressed my soft cheek against it, rubbing against the crushed surface.

"I’ll definitely get revenge for you."

I could almost hear the cheers and encouragement of the desserts whispering in my ears.

I wiped my eyes with my sleeve, swallowing the last of my tears.

Then, I stood up with renewed determination.

I could feel the burning flames of resolve in my eyes.

I wanted to run out immediately, but first—

"Even if they’re ruined, the taste is still the same, so let’s eat one first before I start."

Holding the box, I walked toward the refrigerator.

I ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) picked out one suitable dessert and carefully stacked the rest inside.

My choice was a chocolate brownie.

Wearing a grim expression, I took a small bite and chewed.

But the moment the sweetness spread in my mouth, my expression loosened involuntarily.

No. Even if it’s delicious, that doesn’t mean my grudge is gone.

"If you think you can ruin my desserts and get away with it, you’re gravely mistaken."

Swallowing the bite, I finished the rest of the brownie in one go.

Yet, an emptiness still lingered in my heart.

As my right hand reached toward the fridge, my other hand urgently grabbed it.

"I must resist."

Inside my mind, countless tiny versions of me argued and fought, holding a chaotic courtroom session.

At the end of the trial, the judge—who looked exactly like me—delivered the final verdict.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

And I made my decision.

"Ugh! Just one more! This is all to refill my energy for revenge, so I have no choice."

It wasn’t that I was breaking my own rules out of sheer greed.

This was all for the sake of revenge.

I pulled out another dessert from the fridge and popped it into my mouth, chewing it thoroughly.

Ahhh. Bliss.

*

It took three weeks.

Tracking down who they were and where their base was took some time.

But in the end, I found them, so it didn’t matter.

"The moon looks beautiful tonight."

Gazing at the full moon in the night sky, I got lost in my thoughts.

With the moon as my companion, it felt like the perfect time to sip on a carbonated drink and enjoy a moment of peace.

But now wasn’t the time for that.

Burying my regret, I tore my gaze away from the moon.

"I wonder what they’re doing right now? I hope they’re enjoying their happiest moment. That way, they’ll feel exactly what I felt."

I was standing on the rooftop of a building.

And my eyes were fixed on a small building far in the distance. The distance made it look even smaller.

Right now, the lights inside that building were on.

Soon, it would become the very place I attacked.

"This candy is really good. Why did they discontinue it?"

The only reason I wasn’t attacking yet was because of the candy.

Before starting, I was enjoying the Rainbow Lollipop Red had given me.

Each time I rolled it around in my mouth, I really did taste eighteen different flavors.

I was taking my time for a simple reason.

A final act of kindness.

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Just like how prisoners on death row were granted a final meal, I was giving them their last moments of peace.

See? I was such a kind person.

As I flicked my tongue over the dwindling remains of the candy, it gradually disappeared until only a small grain-sized piece was left.

Crunch. Crunch.

All gone.

That was disappointing. I wish I had another one.

Sucking out the last traces of sweetness, I finally pulled the stick from my mouth.

I toyed with it briefly.

Then, gathering a slight bit of mana, I flicked it lightly toward their base.

"It’s a bit early, but here’s my Merry Christmas present to you."

Despite the considerable distance, the stick shot through the air at a tremendous speed.

It shattered the building’s window and landed perfectly inside.

A moment later, I could see black figures gathering outside, causing a commotion.

Looks like they really liked my gift.

Some might wonder why I’d bother making such a scene.

The reason was simple.

Just like how a phantom thief announces their heist, I was giving them a warning of what was about to happen.

In short, it was my declaration of war.

A little heads-up.

"Get ready. You’re about to be attacked."

Since this was the end for them, it was better to go out with a bang than to end things anticlimactically.

Who knows? Maybe if they struggled enough, they’d miraculously survive.

Not that I had ever let one escape before.

"Time to get started."

I clasped my hands together and stretched them high above my head.

Then, twisting my body from side to side, I loosened up.

As I gathered my mana, a dense black mist swirled around me.

The mist soon dissipated, and as I glanced at the puddle on the rooftop floor—

Reflected in the water’s surface was a towering figure, clad in terrifying armor and a helmet.

It looked exactly like a dark knight from a fantasy game.

A fearsome aura of black energy faintly rippled around me, fitting the ominous exterior.

Before heading toward my destination, I turned my head in the opposite direction.

...

Then, I shifted my gaze back to my target and leaped without hesitation.

Jumping across rooftops, I swiftly made my way toward my destination.

I had to finish this quickly.

Before anyone else got involved and made things more annoying.

*

Whenever I appeared in the form of the Reaper, the reaction of the gang members was always the same.

At first, they didn’t recognize me.

But the moment they realized who I was—

Shock, panic, fear—

Their faces twisted with all sorts of emotions as they scrambled to draw their weapons and attack.

Not to kill me.

But out of sheer desperation to survive.

"What the hell? Is this real?! Is this really happening?! Is that really the Reaper?!"

"Why the hell is that monster here?!"

"Don’t stop attacking! Just keep firing! Use whatever you’ve got!"

A relentless storm of firepower, created by both magic and science, rained down on me.

A barrage so powerful and merciless that an ordinary person would be obliterated in an instant.

Unfortunately for them—

None of it worked on me.

The armor I wore was sturdy enough that not even a scratch remained.

And as I emerged, stepping forward unharmed through the raging flames—

They all looked at me as if they had seen a ghost.

"Dieeeee!!"

"Shit! Shit! Shit!"

Sensing movement in my left peripheral vision, I extended my hand in that direction.

Immediately, the gang members who had been preparing to attack froze in place.

When I lifted my arm slightly, over a hundred people were suddenly lifted into the air.

With a firm clench of my fist, blue flames ignited in the center of their chests.

In the blink of an eye, the flames spread, devouring them whole—

Leaving not even ashes behind.

"You monster!"

"Just die already!"

I lightly swung my sword toward another group closing in from my right.

A blue arc of energy slashed forward, cutting through them.

A deep, jagged scar stretched across the floor, continuing all the way to the far wall.

It was nothing more than a casual flick of my wrist, as if swatting away flies.

Yet the building trembled violently, and bodies were sent flying.

The ones still alive lost all will to fight.

They turned and ran for their lives.

But I didn’t let them escape.

Even if they begged for mercy, I had none to give.

They were criminals.

And I wasn’t naïve enough to spare a criminal out of misplaced kindness.

Would they have shown mercy to the people who had begged them for their lives?

After dealing with the small fry, I reached the depths of the hideout.

Three figures stood there, exuding a completely different presence.

Judging by their aura, they were the leaders of this organization.

"Kuhaha! What a damn racket. So you’re that famous Reaper, huh? You sure do look the part."

A long, thick tail swayed behind him.

A forked tongue flicked out.

Vertical slit pupils.

His entire body was covered in red scales, eerily similar to a reptile’s.

A lizardman.

There were two others as well, one yellow and one blue.

"We are the Three-Headed Dragons, descendants of the great dragon race. I am the eldest, Igni. The one over there is the second, Varuna. And the one beside him is the youngest, Indraji."

I nearly laughed out loud.

These lizards were calling themselves dragons?

None of them showed fear at the sight of me.

Instead, I could feel their fighting spirit burning.

"I’ve always wondered..." The red one grinned, baring sharp fangs. "As descendants of dragons, could we sink our teeth into the infamous Reaper?"

"Looks like this’ll be an interesting fight. Here, take this! The power of a dragon!"

The red lizard opened his mouth wide—

Mana in the surrounding air was sucked into him.

A massive surge of energy compressed and turned crimson.

Then, with his jaws gaping open, he unleashed it straight at me.

A beam of fiery energy shot toward me.

...So, it’s not dragon breath after all.

I mean, a mere lizard couldn’t possibly imitate that technique.

I extended my left hand forward.

Without moving a single step from where I stood.

I caught the lukewarm heat beam effortlessly and compressed the mana tightly in one spot.

After a brief moment—

A sphere of blue flames formed in the palm of my left hand.

"I’ll return this to you."

I directed the energy at the red lizard and unleashed it—

A deep blue beam, ten times larger than the one he had fired, shot straight toward him.

Everything in its path vanished without a trace.

Including the red lizard himself.

"Big brother!!"

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The yellow one charged at me like a bolt of lightning.

In an instant, he closed the distance, claws crackling with electricity, ready to strike.

But I effortlessly caught his wrist.

Then, I repeatedly slammed him into the ground.

"Let go of my second brother!"

The blue one moved.

And because I was such a kind person—

I did as he asked and hurled the yellow one straight at him.

The yellow one’s expression was full of panic, as if he hadn’t expected that.

And because I had thrown him at high speed—

The blue one failed to catch him properly.

They crashed into each other and slammed into the wall together.

Since they were conveniently stacked on top of each other, I swung my arm toward them.

A fierce arc of energy shot forward—

Impaling both of them.

A heavy silence settled over the battlefield.

And with that, the desserts had been avenged.

I recalled my sword, retrieving it into my grasp.

"This ended even more easily than I expected. Now, I just need to get out of—"

No.

It was already too late.

A crushing, savage killing intent pierced through my body.

For an instant, I staggered slightly.

But I didn’t let my focus waver.

Sensing the incoming danger, I immediately swung my sword.

An enormous force collided with my blade at incredible speed.

The impact shattered the ground beneath me, splitting it apart.

The air exploded outward, sending debris flying everywhere.

"Huh? This one is...?"

I caught sight of my attacker’s face—

And my body froze in shock.

It was Red.

The same woman I had met just weeks ago.