THE VILLAIN'S POV - Chapter 393: The Peak of the Witch’s Game

Chapter 393: The Peak of the Witch’s Game

The final round of the Witch’s Game had reached its peak.

Devastating battles erupted across the land, leaving behind trails of destruction and bloodshed .. blood of both the invading Elite Class and the native Ultras.

But among all the chaos, one battle stood above the rest in brutality and power:

Frey Starlight vs Mergo.

Their battlefield was none other than the sea of corpses Frey had carved through not long ago.

A frantic, chaotic clash—so fast-paced that it resembled teleportation.

Two monsters locked in a death match, each trying to tear the other apart.

Somehow, Frey managed to survive.

Not only that—he held his ground against one of the strongest warriors the Ultras had to offer.

Mergo.

But this fight… it was unlike anything that had come before.

Frey’s powers, his speed, his technique—everything was different.

With cold, empty eyes and an emotionless face,

The young man had become a living weapon.

A machine of death clashing head-on with the mightiest Ultras Lord.

In that moment… Frey could no longer understand anything.

“My body… feels so heavy.”

In the depths of his fading consciousness, Frey felt himself sinking into a thick, black swamp.

A sea of darkness slowly consuming his soul.

In that place, his mind was blank, paralyzed .. Unable to move, as if drugged into submission.

Drunk on fatigue and grief, Frey couldn’t remember a thing.

It felt like a dream.

A nightmare he had been forced to live through until now.

And the nightmare wasn’t over.

Even in that state, the third-person perspective of the system allowed him to glimpse what his friends were enduring.

And his eyes, more than anyone, settled on Danzo.

His comrade.

A fighter who had given more to this life than anyone else.

The man who stood by his side without ever expecting anything in return.

Someone Frey had called a true friend…

Now dying slowly .. tortured by Gvardiol.

“I have to keep fighting…”

Frey’s lips moved with effort.

His body was shattered, bloodied, exhausted.

He had already given everything ..

Fought with every last drop of strength.

There wasn’t a single part of him left unscathed.

But life was cruel.

Mergo was too strong for him to face in such a condition.

He had fought.

And lost.

He knew this.

But he refused to give in.

“I have to stand… again.”

He didn’t want to watch it anymore.

Had suffered enough.

He didn’t want to live while others died right before his eyes.

He knew he wouldn’t be allowed to die—

Those above wouldn’t permit it.

He was still needed ..

A crucial piece in a plan far greater than his understanding.

And that was the most terrifying part.

Unable to die,

Forced to live on, Frey found himself watching as he slowly lost himself, again and again.

The trauma he endured…

It was pushing him further and further.

Slowly but surely…

Frey Starlight was becoming the monster everyone had feared.

“I don’t want this…”

To live and watch himself transform into a soulless beast…

A killing machine born for a purpose he never chose.

Frey didn’t want that to happen.

He tried to rise again.

To fight harder.

With more power.

With more rage.

To give everything he had left ..

To reach them..

To save them.

He tried to defy fate.

To resist its pull with everything he had.

But reality was cruel.

And slowly, Frey’s consciousness drifted into darkness.

As if dozens of shadowy threads wrapped around him, Binding him in place ..

He realized he had lost.

But the truth was far different from what he believed in those final moments.

Even as his mind fell into dreams—

His body stood.

Still fighting.

With more rage.

More power.

More speed.

Just as he had wanted.

That body kept fighting until the very end ..

For the dream its owner couldn’t realize.

And Frey never knew…

That he had already become the monster.

Frey Starlight vs Mergo.

No doubt—This was the hardest battle yet.

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…

Each member of the Elite Class had their own struggles…

Their own battles to survive ever since they were swallowed by the red gate.

Scattered and isolated, every one of them found themselves forced to fight for their lives.

Among them…

A high-speed battle broke out in a remote mountainous region, far from the others.

Daemon Valerion, clad in his golden dragon armor, charged forward at blinding speed.

Two men pursued him relentlessly …

Twin brothers, identical in face and form, each wielding a curved blade.

They struck again and again with terrifying precision, their swords humming with deadly intent.

Daemon found himself facing two of the Ultras’ elite… both easily A+ rank fighters.

Their technique far outclassed his.

But his Golden Dragon Armor amplified his physical abilities to the point of becoming a one-man force of destruction.

Even so, the coordination between the twins was unnerving.

Daemon could barely hold them off.

“Resistance is pointless, boy,” one of them sneered.

“You can’t take both of us at once.”

With blades cloaked in slicing wind auras,

The twins shredded everything around them, trying to corner Daemon.

But surrounded from both sides, Daemon held his ground.

Black lightning surged through his fists as he parried with his bare hands.

Their attacks rained down with such speed that the armor began to crack and scar ..

Yet Daemon remained calm.

“You’re only strong… when you’re together.”

With a roar and a flash of rage, Daemon slammed the ground beneath him.

“Let’s see what happens when I tear you apart!”

Lightning Formation: Wrath of the Lion!

A massive lion made of dark lightning erupted from his aura—

Its roar shattered the air, the explosion launching the twins in opposite directions.

In that moment, Daemon flashed toward one of them.

The twin tried to react .. But Daemon was faster. Much faster.

“Twin Dragon Gate!”

A furious dragon head in one hand ..

A mocking one in the other.

Both constructed of seething black lightning, They clamped down on the twin with brutal force, detonating upon impact.

The man screamed, confident he could withstand the attack.

But Daemon’s dragons tore through his body like wet paper, Shattering his dual swords.

“Even with the resilience of an A+ rank fighter… he did this to me with one strike?!”

Staggered and bleeding,

The man stared in disbelief at the golden warrior approaching with a crackling fist.

“Did you think being A+ rank made you untouchable?”

Daemon’s punch drove through his chest like a bolt of divine punishment ..

His heart burst open, blood pouring from his mouth as he collapsed.

“You’re nothing but worthless trash!”

With one blow, Daemon killed him.

“NO!!”

The second twin lunged in a frenzy, fury blazing in his eyes after seeing his brother fall.

But Daemon didn’t flinch.

He met him head-on with more black lightning surging through his body.

“Are you angry that your whore of a brother died by my hand?”

BOOM!

Their exchange wasn’t even close.

Daemon’s fists overwhelmed his opponent.

“He’s exactly where he belongs.”

Breaking both of his swords,

Daemon pummeled the twin into the ground with fists of thunder.

A living punching bag, The man could only scream and cough blood under the relentless onslaught.

“The only place fit for Ultras… is hell!”

Daemon spat as he battered him senseless.

“Filth like you shouldn’t walk this earth. You belong buried beneath it!”

“You’re nothing but filthy beasts—mistakes that should’ve never been born!”

“The only fate you deserve… is death by these hands!”

He gathered power into his right fist …

Then unleashed a rocket punch that exploded the man’s skull into a mess of flesh and blood.

Blood splattered across Daemon’s face,

And the corpse dropped limp at his feet.

He spat on it in disgust.

“So this is what those bastards were planning…”

Luring them into a trap.

Killing them off one by one.

But they made one fatal mistake…

They underestimated Daemon.

He rolled up his left sleeve, revealing Selena’s sigil glowing faintly on his arm.

“Time to find the others.”

The moment he activated it,

Daemon felt the presence of many of his companions nearby ..

Targeting the closest one without hesitation.

Daemon Valerion charged forward in a surge of dark aura, ready to keep fighting ..

To spill the blood of the scum who dared drag him into such a trap.

He had already claimed victory in his battle .. And with it, earned the right to become a free player.

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