I Am The Game's Villain

”What? Youʼre also in the Red Team, idiot?” Amelia shot back, her brow furrowing as she pointed at the girlʼs arm.

But the girl merely smiled—a wicked grin that sent a shiver down Ameliaʼs spine. And before either of them could react, the girlʼs figure blurred.

”...!”

Seleneʼs instincts took over. Without a second thought, she shoved Amelia to the side, dodging in the opposite direction just in time. The air whistled where they had stood mere moments ago, the speed of the attackerʼs movements almost unnatural.

”Good reflexes,” the girl laughed. She straightened from her attack, her gaze settling back on Selene. ”As expected of the reincarnation of the Vampire Witch.”

”But you were an inch too late,” Seima pointed at Seleneʼs arm.

Seleneʼs eyes widened in horror. Her gaze snapped down to her arm, and a sharp, searing pain exploded from her skin. There, clinging to her pale flesh, was a red spider, its legs twitching as it skittered away, leaving behind two small puncture wounds.

”Ugh…” Selene groaned, her voice strained as dizziness washed over her in waves. The world around her tilted, her vision blurring. She tried to focus, but the pain spread like wildfire from the bite, heating her blood as if her veins were on fire.

”Selene!” Amelia cried out, rushing to catch her as her legs buckled beneath her.

Seleneʼs body trembled in Ameliaʼs arms, her once-pale face now flushed a feverish red. Sweat beaded along her brow, her breathing shallow and labored. She winced, trying to push herself up, but the venom was spreading too quickly. Her strength was fading with every passing second.

Ameliaʼs heart pounded in her chest, panic bubbling up as she held Selene. ”What did you do to her?!” Amelia shouted, her voice filled with fury as she glared at the girl at Seima.

Seima merely chuckled, her smile grew wider as she dangled a small red vial between her fingers. ”Oh, donʼt worry,” she said with a mockingly sweet tone. ”I can save her. You see, I have the antidote.”

Ameliaʼs eyes zeroed in on the vial. ”But,” Seima continued. ”If you want her to live, youʼll have to follow me. Silently.” She twirled the vial in her fingers, taunting Amelia with it. ”Otherwise…” Her smile grew darker. ”Well, letʼs just say she wonʼt last long.”