The Villain's Story

A/N:Sorry for no chapters being released for a while, Was kind of busy with an event.

Another chapter will also be released today, Just needs some editing.

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“So, Can I ask about the different scenery today?”

I asked the purplish black-haired figure that always appeared whenever I slept in my dreams. Normally we just stare at each other until whatever that terrifying thing breaks back in the black space and I am forcibly awoken.

But this time, We were in a field of beautiful White Flowers that I couldn’t recognize.

And among the field of white flowers, He stood in a clearing, In front of…

Graves?

‘Hold on, Am I seeing things or not?’

Moving closer I could see that there were three graves.

Before I could move close enough to see the names on the graves, They disappeared and the entire space around us changed.

The Flowers, The Graves, All vanished and now there was only Us Two standing in a field of grass.

I stood still, And so did he.

I Fell asleep the moment I closed my eyes after returning from class and so was here.

I expected to be just in another staring contest again but this time the entire space was different and I couldn’t feel anything trying to break in this time.

Considering this was different, I wanted to try asking him a question and see if he would respond.

“So, Care to explain?”

…

…

No response, His face was still as stoic as ever.

Those abyssal-like black diamond eyes stared at me and I felt naked in front of them.

Like no matter what, He could see through everything.

Just as I was about to say something else, His hands moved and he held up two fingers.

Two?

What do you mean by two?

Days?

Weeks?

Months?Years?

As if he had anticipated my thoughts, I heard his voice for the first time.

“Two Months.”

I was in a daze after hearing his voice for the first time.

I don’t think I was wrong but his voice, Seemed horrifying Like the voice possessed by a horror movie character.

Raspy, Chilly, and most importantly one that sent shivers down one’s spine.

“Two months?”

I asked him. Not quite getting what he meant by two months, Would something significant happen?

Two months from now nothing happened in the novel if my memory proved me correct.

“Your Evolution into a pure dragon will happen in two months.”

Oh.

Yeah, that is pretty significant.

“What will happen during my evolution?”

“You’ll most likely faint, Then Mana Will cover your entire body and form into an egg. You’ll stay like that for a week and your evolution will be complete.”

“Hold on, I won’t be a lizard when I come out of the egg will I?”

Looking at me for a minute or so and letting a sigh he said.

“No, You’ll gain race-specific skills and some other benefits, But in the meantime…”

He paused and then started again.

“You have to improve your melee skills.”

Melee? I think I’m good with melee though?

“Your not.”

As if he read my thoughts, His raspy and bone-chilling voice rang out again.

“You only fought with Benson, You have no experience with monsters, Not to mention demons and humans.”

“You can pummel those weaker than you with just your base stats…but the moment you meet someone on the same level or possessing the higher skill, You will be the one getting pummeled.”

Pondering over what he said for a moment I asked.

“So, How do I improve my melee?”

“Sword Saint Miller.”

Who?

The sword saint?

Isn’t he missing? Didn’t he show up in the latter stages of the novel only to die moments after training Elijah for a bit?

I don’t know his current location!

‘I’ don’t know his location. He should know if he’s recommending me to train under him.

“The training center at midnight. He is always present there at midnight. Its also where he encountered his first And Only Student, Al-”

“Alex Wright.”

I cut him off before he could finish.

A first-year student of Shield who never attended his classes…

It was a wonder why he was never expelled…

So that’s why he was never expelled despite not taking any classes.

Oliver And Miller are close friends.

Miller must have put in a good word for his student.

As for why he didn’t take classes?

Because of Bullying, Alex Dwight was a poor soul who had not awakened an affinity during his awakening.

He had no affinity for any element. Null, All his attacks had no particular affinity attached to them.

This was the reason for him. being bullied, And also that he came from a common background.

The only reason the government admitted him into the shield was because of his talent rank.

What was it?

SS? SSS or was it a mere S-Rank?

Wasn’t his sword talent the reason he became the next sword saint?

The Double Blade Saint!

That was his nickname, A student so talented wielding two swords that he gave even Elijah and Henry a run for their money.

He beat the shit out of both of them not once but twice.

“But, How are you so confident that the Sword Saint will take me in as his student when I don’t even practice a sword?”

“Because he’s a Perfectionist.”

What? How will that help?

“When you go training at the Center, Train with dark leg only, Unlike The Chaotic Spear technique which is nearly perfect, The Dark Leg isn’t.

Considering how much of a perfectionist he is, He’s bound to get annoyed seeing you and Alex Training with imperfect techniques and will undoubtedly interfere.”

“So Alex Will be there at night too huh?”

“Yes, and also, try to change, Don’t try to do everything solo from now on.”

Pausing for a bit, My eyes turned cold and I said to him.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

…

Fucking hell this bastard.

“It isn’t that easy to trust people again you know.”

“It wasn’t easy to trust them as the Abused and revenge-driven James Smith.”

Damn it, This bastard knew what I was going to say and was well prepared.

“But James Smith is already dead.

Live as Alan Peccator, The Boy who needs to take care of his little sister, Had loving parents that risked their lives so he could flee with his sister, Has Loving Grandparents that could not help him because of their Poverty and had no choice but to watch as their grandchildren were taken away to an orphanage because they couldn’t take care of them due to their circumstances.”

“Unlike The James Smith in your world, You As Alan Peccator in this world have people that care for you and you should care for them as well.”

He Stated with a stoic face.

Live as Alan Peccator huh, Even Suleras Spouted that bullshit.

It ain’t easy to get rid of trauma.

“Even so I can prob-”

Before I could rebuke his previous statement. He continued.

“Don’t try to do everything solo, Don’t make the same mistake as me.”

He continued and didn’t let me speak.

“Maxwell Parker, Lucas Hiddleston, and Alex Dwight, All share a similar story to yours.

Maxwell Had to build an entire business by himself because his family regarded him as trash and wouldn’t help him at all even though they could do so, And even went as far as trying to hinder his success all because they didn’t believe he was talented.

Lucas was always compared to his older siblings and had a bad environment of growth which led to his shitty personality.

And Alex, the one who was constantly bullied because he had no affinity and was even bullied by his family because his little brother had an affinity and awakened even earlier than Alex.

A Lot like the James Smith who was bullied since childhood by both his family and Others, The one who was always compared to his more ‘talented’ siblings and had to build an entire business empire just to get revenge.

Am I correct?”

He finally stopped speaking and looked straight into my eyes.

I responded to his question. .

“Not Entirely.”

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