Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 202 - 67
Chapter 202: Chapter 67
On the other side of the penthouse, the air had grown thick with the coppery tang of blood and the oily, sulfurous stench of the void.
Suzune stood amidst the wreckage of what was once a high-society banquet, her red eyes burning with a cold, judicial light.
Before her, the “Elites” of the city, the tycoons, politicians, and power-brokers who had feasted on human flesh, had completed their grotesque metamorphosis.
They were no longer men who once held the power over the people, now they were masses of shivering, black muscle covered in weeping eyes and chattering mouths.
Suzune stared at them, her grip tightening on the shaft of her blood-red barbed spear as she clicked her tongue in a sound of pure, unadulterated disdain.
She was thinking about how easily these men had traded their humanity for a taste of forbidden power and drown in depravity, and how becoming this grotesque monster was far to small of a consequences for their sins.
After all, they lost their minds, they wouldn’t even know that they are suffering.
That’s way too easy for people like them.
“Don’t think just because you became like this that you won’t have to suffer,” she whispered, her voice a low, lethal promise that cut through the wet sounds of the creatures’ breathing.
One of the transformed elites, a massive hunk of obsidian flesh that had once been a high-ranking minister, let out a gurgling roar and threw itself at her.
Its movements were erratic, fueled by a hunger that transcended biological need.
But Suzune didn’t even flinch, but instead she reacted quickly and moved with a fluid, noble grace, jumping back to gain the perfect distance.
Then, in one continuous motion, she swept her spear in a wide arc, the heavy blade slamming into the creature’s primary face.
The impact made a sickening crack, and the creature flinched, its numerous eyes blinking in a wave of pain, but Suzune didn’t give it a second to recover.
She blurred forward, her spear moving lime a streak of crimson light as she systematically cut off its arms, then its legs, reducing the hulking monster to a twitching, limbless torso on the floor.
Only then did she deliver the final strike, plunging the spear directly through its central skull.
“Suffer for eternity,” Suzune commanded.
As the creature’s physical form went still, the space beneath it buckled as a jagged, ink-black abyss opened on the floor, a rift that led to a place far beyond the reach of the sun.
From the depths of that hole, rusted, obsidian chains erupted like striking cobras.
They didn’t just snag the flesh of the creature, but they had also bypassed the physical body entirely and stabbed through the soul of the man trapped within.
“W-What!?”
The soul, a translucent and pathetic image of the minister, shrieked in a voice that only those with Karyoku could hear.
He looked down at the chains buried in his chest, his spectral hands clawing at the rusted links. “W-What is this!? It hurts! It hurts! Stop! Stop this at once! Do you know who I am!?”
Suzune stood over the rift, watching with a hollow, frozen expression as the chains began to reel him in.
“I’m sorry! Please, just forgive me! I’ll give you anything! Money, power, I’ll give it all to you! Just stop this!” the soul cried out.
He was desperately crawling toward the edge of the abyss, his fingers dragging across the floor, his face twisted in a mask of primal fear and agony as he stared pleadingly at Suzune. “Please! I have a family! I’m sorry!”
“You’re not sorry,” Suzune said, her voice devoid of even a shred of pity. “You just know you’re going to suffer. If you had won, you would still be laughing at the table.”
“No! No! It can’t be like this! This wasn’t the deal! Mister! Mister! Mist—!”
His voice was cut off by a violent jerk of the chains as he was dragged down into the lightless depths, and the abyss immediately snapped shut, leaving the floor as solid as it had been before.
Suzune turned her gaze toward the remaining creatures.
There were nearly a dozen of them left, and they were all watching her with a mixture of hunger and a newfound, deep-seated terror.
She slowly twirled her spear, the weapon humming with a dark, resonant frequency as her spirit energy flared out, dancing around her.
“Don’t worry,” she said, her red eyes locked onto them. “I will make sure all of you follow after him. None of you will be left behind.”
The creatures let out a collective, defiant roar and rushed her simultaneously as they all came from all angles, like a tide of black meat and grasping claws.
But Suzune was not just a high school girl, she was an executioner.
She not only keep up with their assault, but she even began to completely overwhelm them.
Her footwork was a marvel of precision, making it seem as if she were dancing through a garden rather than a slaughterhouse.
Every movement was calculated to maximize lethality.
With one swift, circular move, she decapitated a creature that tried to lunge from her left, then she dodged a overhead strike from a second, spinning on her heel to stab a third through its multiple hearts.
She then used her elbows and knees to create space, her strikes landing with the force of a sledgehammer, before finishing the stunned monsters with a precise thrust to the brain.
Even the way she handled her spear was hypnotic.
It seemed to be an extension of her own body, moving with a fluid, lethal logic that left no room for error.
All the while, her face remained perfectly expressionless, her breathing steady and calm, like she was the eye of the storm.
Without even realizing the passage of time, she had already cut down more than half of the elites.
One by one, the abyssal rifts had claimed them, dragging their screaming souls down into the darkness to pay their debts.
The remaining creatures, realizing that they were being systematically erased, stopped their individual attacks.
They then retreated into a corner of the penthouse, huddling together in a shivering mass.
Then, under Suzune’s watchful eyes, their bodies began to liquefy, and slowly, they began to fuse, their oily black flesh melting together into a single, massive heap of meat.
Suzune snorted in disgust.
She didn’t wait for the transformation to finish as she lunged forward, intending to stop the fusion before it could become a problem, but several Silent Wailers—the smaller infant-like creatures—leaped from the rafters and grabbed her legs.
She frowned, her momentum halted.
She glared at these wailers and immediately thrust her spear downward to skewer the small pests, but this time, another transformed elite who hadn’t joined the fusion grabbed the hand she used to hold the spear.
Then, more wailers began to crawl up her back and shoulders, their tiny, needle-teeth snapping at her neck.
“How annoying,” she gritted her teeth, her patience finally reaching its limit.
Suddenly, her dark crimson spirit energy flared out with the force of a detonating bomb as she let out a guttural roar that shook the very foundations of the building.
“HAAAAH!”
The burst of energy was so intense that the wailers and the guards were physically blown away, sent tumbling across the room like autumn leaves in a gale.
Suzune didn’t miss the opening as she gripped her spear tightly and moved with blinding speed, eliminating the stragglers one by one.
She grabbed the hand of one creature, snapping the bone like a dry twig to prevent it from escaping, before plunging her spear through its skull.
She moved to the next, like a blur of crimson and black, stabbing it through the chest with enough force to pin it to the wall.
Then, she threw her spear at another.
The weapon whistled through the air, striking a third creature directly in its heart.
She took a deep breath, then, with a flick of her wrist and a pull on her spirit energy, the spear flew back into her waiting hand as if it were on an invisible tether.
She finally turned her full gaze toward the center of the room.
The fusion was complete.
Where the group of men had been, there was now a massive, pulsating blob of oily black liquid.
It stood nearly ten feet tall, its surface covered in hundreds of lidless eyes that all turned to focus on her.
Dozens of mouths opened and closed across its “skin,” some whispering prayers, others screaming obscenities.
The pressure emanating from the creature was suffocating, like a heavy, cold weight that spoke of the deep Void.
Suzune frowned, her spear held in a defensive guard. “This… might be troublesome.”
She could sense the overwhelming power coming from the chimera, and it was on a completely different level than anything she had faced tonight.
It was almost on the same level as the true fragment of the entity the Mister served.
But she didn’t step back, and instead, she lowered her stance, the tip of her spear pointed slightly downward toward the floor, her muscles coiled like a spring.
A cold, determined smile touched her lips.
“It doesn’t matter how big you are,” she whispered. “As long as it exists in this world, it can be killed.”
