Villain Hiring: Help! Author Wants Me Dead-Chapter 50: Tears

The Spider rushed at me.

I barely twisted out of the way in time, the air slicing past my cheek as its massive leg crashed down where I had just been standing.

The force cracked the stone floor beneath me, sending a strain up my spine.

I stumbled, panting as my grip tightened around my dagger.

The other spiders were closing in. Their small legs scraping against the ground, filling the cave with an awful mixture of sounds.

My stomach twisted, but I couldn’t afford to look away. If I did, I was dead.

The Tier 1 Scaled Spider was still weakened from my attacks—its joints injured—but that didn’t mean it wasn’t dangerous.

Even now, it stood between me and survival, its many eyes locked onto me with unrelenting anger.

Its fangs clattered, and then it lunged again.

I dove to the side, barely missing another strike.

My chest ached with every breath, and the pain from my previous injuries found theirs way back to me.

The energy I’d drained had kept me moving this long, but it wasn’t enough.

I needed to finish this.

I gritted my teeth, my mind racing.

My dagger wasn’t enough.

Piercing its joints had slowed it down, but it was still too strong. I needed something bigger—something that could actually kill it.

Then my eyes flickered towards its back.

The explosion from the mana bomb had done more than just burn away its exoskeleton. Several jagged spikes—fragments of its own shattered armor—were studded deep into its charred flesh.

Some were as long as my arm, their edges glistening with dried venom.

A plan formed.

But I had to act fast.

The spider tried moving forward again, swiping at me with its uninjured legs.

I barely managed to jump off the spider’s body, to its back.

As I did, I reached out—fingers grasping for one of the protruding spikes.

I yanked.

The spider shrieked.

Black blood spurted from its back as the spike ripped free, and I stumbled back, the weight of the heavy spike nearly making me fall.

The spider flailed wildly, its injured limbs struggling to keep it balanced.

This was it. My chance.

I raised the spike, aiming for its face—

But the spider wasn’t done.

With a furious screech, it jumped again, its body slamming into mine. The impact sent me flying. My back hit the ground hard, knocking the wind from my lungs.

The spike slipped from my grip, clattering across the cave floor.

Shit—

The spider reared up, its fangs bared, ready to crush me.

I had seconds.

I gritted my teeth, my fingers twitching. The pale blue liquid in my veins pulsed, and without thinking, I reached for it.

I focused hard and tendrils of the liquid snapped into existence, spinning through the air like ghostly vines.

They coiled around the spider’s legs, slithering up toward its charred body. The moment the liquid touched its flesh, I pulled.

The spider spasmed.

Its entire body trembled, shouts turning into strangled gasps. It tried to resist, tried to shake me off—but I could feel it now.

That I was trying to suck its soul essence, or that’s what Damien called it.

Even as strong as it was, even as terrifying as it had been, it was exhausted.

The wounds from the mana bomb, the continuous injuries I had inflicted—all of it had worn it down.

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And now, I was taking the last thing it had left.

Its very soul.

The spider thrashed wildly, legs crashing against the nearby trees, sending dust and wooden debris flying over.

But it was getting weaker. I could feel its energy slipping away, pouring into me in broken streams.

My breath steadied. My muscles no longer burned and my vision cleared.

And the spider? It stumbled.

Its legs, once so terrifyingly fast, now dragged against the ground. Its movements became sluggish, erratic. The clattering of its fangs slowed.

It was dying.

I forced myself up, limping towards the spike I had dropped.

My fingers wrapped around it, and without hesitation, I turned back to the spider.

It barely had the strength to react.

I surged forward, every last ounce of drained energy fueling my body. The spider lifted one of its legs in a feeble attempt to swat me away—

But I was already too close.

With everything I had, I shoved the spike into its eyes.

The spider let out one final, piercing screech.

Its legs convulsed. Its entire body seized. Black blood poured from the wound, splattering across my arms and face but I only only pushed it deeper.

It had to reach this tier 1 beast’s brain.

Ughhhh

Then—silence.

The spider’s body collapsed, its massive form slumping onto the floor floor with a sickening thud.

Its legs twitched once, twice—then stopped moving entirely.

I stood there, on top of the beast’s head, panting.

My entire being ached and I could already feel my body swaying.

The realisation hit me like a tidal wave.

A deep, shuddering breath left my lips.

Then another.

My fingers tightened around the bloodied spike, still buried in the spider’s eye socket.

hufff

I was alive.

A laugh bubbled up my throat. At first, it was just a shaky exhale—half a cough, half disbelief. But then it grew.

Louder.

Harsher.

Uncontrollable.

I threw my head back and laughed.

It started as a mere chuckle, but before I could stop it, it twisted into something manic. A sound that echoed around me, blending with the distant running of the retreating spiders.

They had lost all enthusiasm to attack me when this Tier 1 Spider was killed.

I could feel it clawing out of me—this hysterical, crazed joy.

I had won.

I had fucking won.

The thing that should’ve killed me. The monster that loomed over me like death itself. It was dead. Slain by my hands.

My hands—

I looked at them, trembling, coated in thick, black blood.

I felt something hot slip down my cheek.

Tears.

Not of fear. Not of despair. Not of regret.

No, these were different.

These were the tears of someone who had walked the tightrope of death too many times, who had stared into the abyss and come back from it.

These were the tears of the boy who had thought, this is it, too many damn times.

And yet, here I stood.

I slammed my foot onto the corpse, reveling in the solidness beneath me.

My laugh came in gasps now, in wild, breathless bursts, the sound of someone who had walked on the edge of insanity and hadn’t quite made it back.

"HAHAHAHAHA!"

My shoulders shook.

My hands gripped my stomach as the laughter wracked through me.

I was releasing all my fear, the anger, the sheer fucking relief that had been bottled up inside.

I was alive.

I was alive.

I was alive.

Wiping my face with the back of my bloodied hand, I painted dark streaks of blood across my cheek.

My breath was uneven, but the grin on my face wouldn’t leave.

It felt good.

It felt so fucking good.

Guess you’re no less crazy then your split personality after all—

"…what?!"

"…"

"Umm…"

"..Nothing?"

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