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[Villian] Chapter 27: Death With a Wave of His Hand
🕑 Added 2025-04-02 08:59:58 +0000 UTCDamien emerged from the forest with a slight smile. The clearing was filled with mindless ghouls who stood still or walked in circles. Their last order from Alan had been to kill the man, but he had flown outside of their aggro range.
Once Damien entered the clearing filled with undead, their heads all collectively looked in his direction.
“So, they are like a hive mind? But with the connection to their king lost, they are now just mindlessly following their last order.”
The horde of ghouls all trudged toward him, but they were laughably slow. “It seems their mana supply has been cut, and they are running off pure stamina now. This is going to be a walk in the park.”
Damien rolled his shoulders and walked forward fearlessly.
"Using spells directly on another person's body is usually difficult," he mused. "Their own mana acts defensively, interfering with the spell. But if these zombies lack mana, then my plan should succeed."
Damien activated his psychokinesis, and though his dried-up mana circuit groaned in protest, it ultimately complied. The air within a meter of him vibrated with mana as he expanded his domain.
As a ghoul charged toward him, its advance halted abruptly a meter away. Rather than repelling the undead creature, Damien channeled a surge of mana directly into its body. With no mana of its own to counteract the intrusion, the ghoul attempted to absorb the Psychic affinity mana.
Inside the ghoul, the invasive Psychic mana acted like boiling-hot magma flowing through plastic tubes. The ghoul's mana circuit disintegrated with minimal resistance, causing the body to self-destruct from the inside as it failed to contain the foreign mana.
The ghoul emitted a painful groan as its body swelled and then burst like a balloon, its mana circuit shattering. Damien's domain shielded him from the resulting spray of rotten flesh. The explosion's force was so intense that it killed two additional ghouls nearby.
A dense cloud of Psychic mana filled the air following the explosion. Damien sat down cross-legged and began rapidly absorbing the thick mana cloud to replenish his spent energy. His inherent laziness trait also kicked in, enhancing his absorption efficiency.
Despite the horrific explosion of one of their own, the undead horde continued its relentless charge toward Damien. Seated and with his eyes closed, Damien effortlessly captured and detonated any ghouls that entered his domain, each explosion taking down several others nearby. He methodically reabsorbed the expended mana to sustain his defense.
The battle raged for ten minutes until the last ghoul emitted a ghastly screech and erupted in a gruesome display, becoming an undead firework show.
Opening his eyes, Damien surveyed the aftermath. A river of rotten flesh and yellow blood surrounded his domain. He swiftly stood, levitated into the air to escape the stench, and took a deep breath of fresh air. "Nothing makes me feel more alive than leveling up," he muttered to himself, savoring the moment.
[Damien Nightshade]
[Noble Vampire]
Schools Of Magic:
[Psychic Magic (B) -> (B+)]
Psychokinesis [B -> B+]
Levitation [D -> C] (New) - The ability to float or fly by mystical means.
Clairvoyance [F] (New) - The ability to see things and events that are happening far away, and locate objects, places, people, using a ‘sixth sense.’
Automatic Writing [F]
Telepathy [E]
Pyrokinesis [E]
[Spatial Magic (D+)]
Phantom Form [D]
[Blood Magic (D)]
Blood Contract [F]
=Null Spells=
Mana Control [C -> C+]
He gazed into the distance and could see the city. Its imposing walls surround a huge palace in the center on top of a small hill. “It looks like a medieval city from Europe, except the palace and walls are much too tall. Magic sure does help a lot with construction in this world.”
Damien also noticed the imposing form of the Mage Tower, almost as tall as the palace; it was made of a white stone that was covered in golden runic patterns which enhanced the tower’s defenses.
The top floor was dedicated to the tower’s library, and that would be the location of his future office after he won the duel. Assuming someone doesn’t assassinate me first.
Damien’s body burned again as it converted his stored blood supply into mana to fuel his Levitation skill. “Whoops, time to return to the city…”
He quickly but gracefully descended toward the car and smiled at the elves. To say they were terrified of him was an understatement. One of them fainted just from his gaze.
Beldroth emerged from the car and knelt before Damien. “Sir, I thank you for saving me and my useless men from this disaster.” The sight of a flying vampire that could explode undead with a simple wave of his hand was heavily imprinted on his mind. He had never seen such a terrifying usage of skills.
Damien felt rather guilty. He was only able to defeat the ghouls in such a fashion since the elves had worn them down to such a weak state. Also, the necromancer was out of mana and couldn’t fight back.
Not to mention he was about to faint from blood loss, but his [Noble Aura] trait forced him to stand straight and act as if it was the easiest thing he had ever done. Of course, Damien was never going to reveal the fact he had a mental breakdown in the forest or how the sacrifice and effort his men made allowed him to win.
“Captain Beldroth, it was a simple matter. However, since you failed your duty to protect me and required the client to save his own escorts, I expect payment. I will discuss the matter with the princess upon our arrival.”
Beldroth’s face twisted, but he eventually nodded. “We won’t delay Sir Damien any longer.”
“There will be no more mistakes, Captain,” Damien said in a tone that allowed no contention. “I am already disappointed with the princess’s lack of regard for my safety.”
Beldroth nodded again, and all the elves that looked near death quickly stood up and surrounded the car in a pathetic formation.
“Tsk,” Damien cursed as he climbed back inside the car and collapsed into the comfortable chair. Walter just gulped loudly and began moving the car with his water jets.
***
Princess Emilia was nervously tapping her hand on the sofa’s armrest while sipping her fourth cup of tea today. The ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner only heightened her tension. “Any news?” she asked for the hundredth time in the last hour to the maid standing beside her.
The girl just gave her master a tired shake of her head. “No, my lady, there is no news.”
“Maybe we should order the guards to move…” she said for the tenth time.
The maid replied, “They are only an hour late, my lady. We still don’t have justification to move the private guards.”
“But the journey is only supposed to take thirty minutes at most! How can they be an hour late?”
“Princess, please be patient. They could be arriving any minute now.”
Princess Emilia just gave the maid a worried look but took another sip of tea to calm herself.
“Princess, I have news!” a voice shouted through the room’s door. Emilia shot up from her seat and ran toward the door herself. She opened it too quickly and almost scared the maid to death.
“Tell me!”
“Y-yes…they have arrived and are heading this way. It’s just there’s a slight problem…”
Emilia’s face went deathly pale. This operation couldn’t afford any losses, yet there was a problem?
“Only nine of the knights have returned.” But seeing Emilia’s face she quickly added, “Including Sir Beldroth.”
Emilia let out a deep sigh. “Tell Beldroth to report to me immediately in my office. I need an explanation.”
The maid bowed and left. Emilia quickly hurried to her office and tried to calm her turbulent mind. Those were all promising recruits they had been training for months; they also had been wearing expensive armor. She would have to replace both the armor and compensate the deceased knights’ families. “What a headache,” she muttered as she walked through the halls.
A few minutes later, a very exhausted Beldroth trudged into Emilia’s office. “So, what happ—” Emilia tried to ask but was quickly interrupted.
“Emilia, what did I always tell you? Intel is the most important factor in any operation. I trusted the intel you had!” he roared, scaring Emilia out of her chair.
“Elder Cousin? What do you mean?” she asked. She had never seen him so angry before.
“You made that noble sound like a nobody! A simple escort mission!”
“But it should have been.” Emilia was so confused. What could have happened?
“Emilia that noble is not human. He’s a vampire, and not only a vampire but definitely a noble one. Do you know what that means? He is a descendent of Kazimir Nightshade! He is vampire royalty! Not only that, he is also a terrifyingly powerful Psychic mage that made enemies explode with a wave of his hand.”
Emilia gripped the table behind her. “So, he killed our knights?” she asked with confusion. She had told the knights to use force to bring the noble here, so she could only imagine the scene.
“No, a necromancer attacked us with a hundred undead. No matter how many times we defeated them, they stood back up. After half of us died, the noble finally got bored of the delay and went to kill the necromancer personally. He then wiped out the ghouls in minutes with just waves of his hands!”
Beldroth took a deep breath and then continued his rant. “He was deeply disappointed that the princess sent such a weak escort and demanded payment! Can you pay him, Princess? Can anyone pay for a descendent of Kazimir to do anything? He looked young, but for all we know, he is a five-hundred-year-old A-grade mage!”
The princess finally understood the situation. There were no diplomatic relations between Kassinki and the vampires in the Kazimir Mountain Range. She had no idea what his demands would be. Would he demand she become his blood slave and fuck her like a toy every day? Maybe that was the best-case scenario compared to the destruction of the kingdom?
“I’m sure we can work something out…” Emilia said while her voice trembled.
“I sure hope he is reasonable. Otherwise, forfeiting your life might be a sacrifice we have to make for offending a noble vampire and a powerful mage.”
“Wait, you said he’s a vampire that can use Psychic magic?” Emilia asked, and Beldroth nodded. “Don’t vampires only use Blood magic?”
“Oh, I think I saw him using Phantom Hand as well, so add Spatial magic to that list.” Beldroth groaned while massaging his temples.
Emilia leaned heavily on the table, her face draining of color. “We are so doomed.”
