THE VILLAIN'S POV

Chapter 608: Pure Vessel (3)

“I never asked anyone to throw their life away for me,” Pure answered, driving the Light-Soul to its limits. “They died by choices that were theirs. And likewise—”

He pressed in, every strike a verdict.

“—I will not fight someone else’s war, and I will no longer carry your expectations. Find another vessel to pack full of your selfish hopes.”

As those words rang out, Broken flashed in behind White.

“Well said, Pure. Let’s drop him here and leave this cursed place—once and for all.”

Two-on-one, they fell upon White.

Snarling, he unleashed everything he had to subdue them.

Killing Pure was not an option; he mattered too much. Broken, though—White meant to end him.

But subduing Pure without killing him proved brutally difficult—especially when their levels were so close.

At first, White was certain he could put them down. But step by step, the pressure mounted; wounds accumulated—most of them from Pure.

Even though Pure was only midway through Pulse of Chaos while White had already reached its peak, Pure steadily overran him.

The way he fought—the light, the aura—

it all dragged up memories White had spent years trying to bury.

The scar on his face burned, a fresh pain from an old humiliation.

Pure reminded him far too much of that Legendary Vessel—the cursed one who had crushed him years ago and left that disfigurement behind as she walked away.

Sensing history about to repeat, White snapped—lost control—and poured everything into a killing strike meant to take them both.

It didn’t matter.

The Light-Soul’s radiance dwarfed his own, and it was only a matter of time before the two of them drove him to the ground.

Beyond Pure Vessel’s overwhelming personal power, he moved in terrifying concert with Broken Vessel—who, though weaker, became a fierce pillar at Pure’s side.

The result was the complete annihilation of White Vessel, one of the strongest Vessels alive.

And so they achieved their aim. Their feet crossed the abyssal gate at last, stepping into the real world and leaving Fellwyn’s darkness behind them.

They had been so consumed by battle that they’d lost their grip on reality.

What brought it rushing back was the sting of cold that bit into them the moment they stepped out.

For long minutes they simply stood outside the gate, frozen in place, staring at the sight that awaited them.

At first they could hardly see; years in the dark had made them forget what other colors looked like.

But after several heartbeats—eyes reddened—they found themselves drinking in the expanse before them:

A blue sky, speckled with scattered moons and worlds; a land before them lush and green; air that was clean and gentle.

In the distance, they glimpsed a copse of resplendent golden trees, radiating a majestic pressure brimming with life.

“We did it,” Broken said, taking a step forward—

then hesitated, turning to Pure. Pure looked back, and both their eyes widened as they finally saw one another’s faces for the first time.

Both wore white hair. Both bodies were latticed with golden sigils.

Pure Vessel’s eyes were gold; Broken’s were sharp and violet.

Pure, clearly, was far more handsome—

which made Broken burst out laughing.

“So that’s what you look like, huh? Pure, you’re nothing like the great warrior I pictured! Haha!”

Pure smiled as well, words failing him.

Moments later, the two of them were sprinting across the new world they had entered.

Their bodies were superhuman—SSS-class—and in a blink they devoured impossible distances.

Carefully, skillfully, they hid their presence while they explored everything before them, utterly enthralled by what they saw.

They wandered for days without a destination, keeping as far away as possible for fear of pursuit.

The weather was cold; snow fell now and then, tickling them as it drifted down.

Sitting atop a high hill, they gazed up at the sky in silence until Broken smiled.

“What do you plan to do from here on, Pure?”

The question pulled Pure from his reverie; he hadn’t thought about it at all—too lost in the world’s beauty.

“I don’t know… but for now, I think I’ll just follow whatever I desire,” Pure said with a simple smile.

If he was hungry, he would eat. If tired, sleep. If he wanted to fight, he would fight.

That simple.

Broken nodded, smiling back.

“Not a bad answer… But to live like that, I say we follow in the Legendary Vessel’s footsteps—and start by choosing names for ourselves!”

He sounded excited. Pure looked puzzled.

“Names? …I’ve never thought about that.”

“Then think!” Broken shot to his feet. “They’re essential. From now on, they’ll define who we are.”

Seeing how fired up Broken was, Pure chuckled softly.

“So what name did you pick?”

Beaming, Broken turned toward him.

“From this moment on, I’m not Broken Vessel. I am Orsted—the great warrior whose name will be carved into the minds of every living being in this world!”

Broken Vessel shouted it to the heavens, announcing himself to all creation.

Watching him, Pure found himself admiring the way his friend had chosen to live, and understood why the Legendary Vessel had made that her first act as well.

“Orsted, is it… Quite the name,” Pure said.

“Awesome, right? Now—your turn! What did you choose, Pure?”

“Haha… I haven’t chosen anything,” Pure admitted with a light laugh. “I never thought about it.”

Orsted scowled.

“What the hell? How are you going to claim your freedom while clinging to your old name?” he sighed. “With your cold personality, I doubt you’ll come up with anything good. You’re like this snow—cold, flavorless.”

Sitting together on that hill as snow fell onto their heads, Orsted’s words rang in Pure Vessel’s ears—

and he smiled faintly.

“In that case, from now on my name will be… Snow.”

“Huh?” Orsted blinked.

Snow’s smile deepened.

“I’m the cold, flavorless fighter. Simple and straightforward, right?”

No flashy title—just snow.

That was the name Pure Vessel chose for himself.

Snow.

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A.N :

Another announcement, everyone.

I’m sorry for all the pointless rambling lately ..I’ve been dumping my worries on you a lot, and that’s kind of pathetic, isn’t it? Haha…

Anyway, here’s the ridiculous thing I’ve realized: I’m ridiculously attached to my first novel, The Villain’s POV ..so attached it’s almost pathetic. It’s like falling madly in love with a gorgeous girl, only to discover she’s a damned whore who’ll ruin you… yet you still love her, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t get her out of your head. Pathetic, right?

Well… I don’t think I can stop publishing it. I can’t let it go. Even if it completely dies out, I’m going to keep releasing it all the way to the end! That’s the decision I reached after thinking about it day and night.

And did you forget who i am? What do you take me for? In my prime I was dropping six chapters a day!

Writing two novels at the same time is nothing to me! Which means my second novel, The Last Legendary Weapons Master, is coming soon—and its release won’t affect The Villain’s POV!!

I’ll give it everything I’ve got and make sure both are delivered in the best way possible. I hope you’ll renew your faith in me and keep reading The Villain’s POV, and I invite you to give my second novel a chance when it launches ..it’ll be the peak of everything I’ve learned so far!

Thank you for reading my work, and I promise to keep striving to bring you the best.