I Am The Game's Villain

() Hecateʼs voice rang in unexpectedly.

”What?” ()

”Itʼs none of your concern,” John retorted.

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”Is she alright?” Johnʼs tone softened slightly.

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”I suppose sheʼs doing alright then...” John mumbled, a small smile quirking his lips despite the lingering tension.

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”You are a Goddess, do something,” John grimaced as even Hecate seemed overwhelmed by Laylaʼs obsession.

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Johnʼs steps faltered as he caught sight of Amelia walking toward him from the opposite direction. Upon noticing John, Amelia flinched, halting in her tracks.

As Amelia passed by, Johnʼs voice cut through the air. ”Wait.”

Startled, Amelia turned back to face him, her expression guarded. ”What is it?”

John held her gaze for a moment, his eyes searching hers for answers. Amelia, feeling uncomfortable, attempted to speak up. ”If thereʼs nothing—”

-BAM!

Before she could finish, Johnʼs fist collided with Ameliaʼs arm, causing her to stagger back in shock.

”What?” Amelia recoiled, staring at John in disbelief.

”Donʼt masquerade as her, you sneaky bitch,” John spat, his arm surrounded by a swirling mana circle.

Initially taken aback, Amelia—no, Nora—quickly regained her composure, a malicious smirk spreading across her lips. ”Youʼre obstructing my path once again.”

”What have you done with her?” Johnʼs voice dripped with icy venom as he confronted Nora.

To assume someoneʼs appearance, Nora had to touch and be near that individual, meaning she had likely encountered Amelia.

”Oh, are you concerned for her? Sheʼs alive, but sheʼll be disposed of once weʼve achieved our goals,” Nora sneered.

”The Third Horn of Behemoth? If youʼre here, youʼre after either the Kingʼs or the Queenʼs appearance. Given your weakness, I assume youʼre aiming for the Queen,” John deduced, his approach measured and cold.

Nora narrowed her eyes, sensing the shift in Johnʼs demeanor.

”This is your last warning. Where is she?” Johnʼs tone turned chillingly cold, his mana beginning to warp the environment around them.

Instinctively, Nora took a step back, realizing that John had grown stronger since their last encounter.

ʼHeʼs become more powerful...ʼ she noted silently to herself. If she had once been confident of overpowering him, that certainty had evaporated in the face of his newfound strength.

”Then I will torture the words out of you.” John said and took a step forward but…

-Spurt!

”...!” Johnʼs eyes widened in shock as he felt a searing pain in his stomach, accompanied by a sickening sensation of paralysis creeping through his body. A purple substance oozed from the wound, staining his clothes crimson.

”What are you doing, Nora?” A cold voice pierced the air from behind.

Struggling against the debilitating effects of the sting, John managed to take a faltering step backward, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. When he turned to face the source of the voice, his heart sank.

Standing before him was a tall, imposing figure, shirtless and emanating an aura of malevolence. Dirty blond hair framed his face, and dark eyes bore into John with a chilling intensity. Purple veins pulsated beneath his skin, and a long, writhing purple sting protruded from his back, poised to strike.

John stumbled back, his vision blurred with haze as he recognized the figure before him.

He was a Commander of [Behemoth] and... he was extremely dangerous.

ʼI... have to warn Edward…ʼ Johnʼs thoughts raced frantically as he reached for his phone, but his trembling fingers fumbled, and the device slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground.

”Lomar?” Nora spoke up.

”Losing your composure over an insignificant insect like him. We donʼt have time for such trifles,” Lomar retorted disdainfully.

”I know... I know how to reach the Queen,” Nora assured, annoyed.

With a nod of acknowledgment, Lomar turned his attention back to John. The wriggling sting extended menacingly toward Johnʼs head, but Nora intervened.

”No,” she exclaimed, halting Lomarʼs actions.

”What?” Lomar frowned.

”Youʼve poisoned him with your sting, havenʼt you? Let him suffer a slow and agonizing death,” Nora suggested with a malicious smirk.

Securing Johnʼs arms, she dragged him into a nearby storage room and sealed the door behind her, leaving him to deathʼs arms.