Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 201 - 66

Chapter 201: Chapter 66

On the opposite side of the completely oily and high-tension atmosphere of the penthouse, Shou moved with a chilling, mechanical precision.

While the others moved as if fueled by rage or a sense of justice, Shou remained calm and collected as usual, his mind still completely pragmatic and efficient.

He dodged, kicked, and punched the encroaching Silent Wailers with the precise and calculated movements of an assembly line worker.

The black, oily liquid from the crushed creatures splashed against his clothes and skin, but he didn’t even blink, his face remained as indifferent as ever, eyes scanning the room like a tactical computer.

He couldn’t help but click his tongue annoyance. No matter how many wailers he killed, they just keep on multiplying, and he was already starting to get exhausted.

Just then, bis gaze inevitably drifted to the women chained to the gilded pillars—the source of this nightmare.

They were continuously convulsing, their bodies forced into a cycle of supernatural birth that defied the laws of biology.

Seeing that, just for a split second, a dark, logical thought flickered through Shou’s mind…. maybe I should kill them? Once they are gone, these wailers wouldn’t be able to multiply.

But just as quickly as the thought appeared, he crushed it.

He might be the most pragmatic member of Seijirou’s circle, but he wasn’t a monster.

There was a fine line between efficiency and cruelty, and even he wouldn’t be so heartless as to execute innocent individuals whose only crime was being victims of a devil’s whim.

If he really did went on with that thought of his, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to go back.

If another situation like this occurs, he wouldn’t be able to resist killing them again, after all, he already did it once…so once more shouldn’t be a problem, right?

So he stopped. No matter what, he will never cross his bottom line.

Thinking of those, he couldn’t help but wonder about Haruka.

She was an even more analytical than he was, often behaving like an android programmed for objective completion, as if everything was base on logical and calculated reasonings.

So he couldn’t help but think that if it was her, then in the heat of the moment, she might actually consider going through such a cold-blooded solution.

However, Shou, as observant as he was, knew that Haruka was so incredibly emotionally fragile.

If she ever did something so irreversible, she would carry that weight of guilt that would eventually break her if she doesn’t receive any help.

After all, no matter how much people call her as such, she wasn’t actually an android, she was just a girl who lacked the capacity to express the turbulence of her own heart.

Shaking those thoughts off, Shou went back to the matter at hand.

With a powerful sweeping kick, Shou sent several wailers tumbling across the floor, their high-pitched screeches cut short as he moved and stomp them hard, causing them to burst into inky puddles.

Just then, the air near the center of the room curdled, and a newly born wailer crawled out one of the girls, but this one also didn’t lunge for flesh and instead, it began to undergo a violent, erratic mutation.

Shou tried to stop them, but dozens of wailers jumped to his back, causing him to stumble down.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, he grabbed them, threw them on the ground, and stomped on them.

At that moment, the wailer’s form expanded, flesh knitting and tearing as it grew into a grotesque chimeric creature.

Shou knew it was already too late as he stared at the chaotic mess of a creature with dozens of different black oily form of animals—hard scales, patches of fur, insectoid legs, and multiple mismatched heads.

Then, the creature stared at Shou, before it let out a high-pitched, vibrating screech that caused the glass in the nearby cabinets to shatter.

Before Shou’s tactical mind could even register the movement, the chimera was already in front of him, as a canine head erupted from its shoulder and bit deep into Shou’s left arm.

“Ah!”

Shou grunted in pain, the sound of his teeth grinding against bone echoing in his ears.

The creature moves, as if trying to tear his flesh, but before the creature could rip the limb from his shoulder, he immediately activated his Karyoku.

Instantly, a brilliant, bluish aura erupted around him, pulsing with the weight of an ancient legend.

Without hesitation, he slammed his right fist into the creature’s maw, shattering its teeth and jaw with the force of a battering ram.

The chimera let out a muffled howl and released him.

Immediately, Shou jumped backward, his boots skidding on the blood-slicked floor to gain distance.

Then, while breathing heavily, he reached over and pulled the jagged, broken black tooth out of his bicep.

Almost instantly, the blue aura began to glow brighter, and the deep puncture wounds started to knit together at a visible rate.

He took a deep, heavy breath, letting the aura began to heal and rejuvenate him.

He was breathing heavily, sweat dripping from his forehead and stinging his eyes.

’That was too close,’ he thought grimly. ’I almost lost my arm to that fucking thing. What the hell is—’

But the creature didn’t give him time to recover as jts broken teeth grew back in seconds, and its body surged forward, and under Shou’s eyes, it manifested a massive, hairy arm, thick and powerful like a mountain gorilla, and slammed it down toward Shou’s head.

But Shou was able to react quickly and raised his own arm, meeting the blow.

The impact cracked the floorboards beneath his feet, but he blocked it easily.

The chimera then sprouted a long, serpentine tail that whipped around toward his neck, its fangs dripping with a glowing green venom.

It struck, but the fangs simply bounced off the bluish aura as if hitting solid steel.

Shou looked at the monster with cold disdain.

His Karyoku was the manifestation of the legend of Achilles—the Greek hero known for his unmatched speed and near-total invulnerability.

A mere snake’s bite, no matter how supernatural, wouldn’t be able to penetrate a defense fueled by the blood of a nigh-invincible demigod.

Sensing its failure, the creature grew another head—this one a roaring lion—that tried to bite through his other arm, but just like before, the fangs scraped harmlessly against the shimmering blue light.

Shou decided he had seen enough and moved.

He firmly grasped the gorilla arm and the lion’s head in a vice-like grip, then, channeling his strength, he delivered a crushing kick into the creature’s chest, the force of the blow ripping the mismatched limbs and head clean off the chimera’s body.

Black smoke billowed from the wounds, but Shou was already in motion.

He tapped into his Karyoku, moving with extreme speed that turned him into a blue blur as he instantly appeared directly in the creature’s blind spot and threw a punch that carried the weight of a freight train.

The chimera desperately manifested a rhinoceros head to meet the fist, but upon contact, the rhino’s skull was completely blown apart, reduced to a spray of black mist and bone fragments.

Shou didn’t stop there.

Je became a whirlwind of kinetic energy, sending barrage after barrage of punches into the creature’s shifting mass.

The chimera tried to defend itself by creating dozens of arms made from various animal parts—claws, hooves, and talons—but they were as fragile as wet clay in front of Shou’s fists.

Every time the monster tried to block, its limbs were pulverized upon contact.

This continued for a few minutes until fnally, the creature’s ability to mutate and regenerate reached its limit.

Its body began to sag, holes appearing in its black, oily flesh where Shou’s punches had bypassed its defenses.

Seeing that, Shou didn’t let up as he gritted his teeth, and let out a rare, guttural roar, and delivered one final, concentrated strike, hitting it on the chest!

The chimera exploded.

It didn’t just die, but it was completely pulverized, turning into a massive splash of oily black liquid that painted the nearby walls.

Shou stood in the center of the scorched area, breathing heavily.

He was exhausted, his bluish aura flickering as his stamina drained, but he knew things was far from over.

He stared at the other Silent Wailers—dozens of them—who were already beginning to hiss and crawl toward him, sensing his fatigue.

They were like a tide of ink, and more were still being born behind them.

“Boss… hurry up and deal with that fat pig,” Shou sighed, his voice a dry rasp.

He wiped the sweat from his eyes and braced his feet, preparing to confront the next wave of the wailers.

He knew he was as much as the group’s spear as Sakai was the group’s shield, and until Seijirou took the head of the snake, he couldn’t afford to fall.