I Am The Game's Villain

”Good.” Her smile remained, but I could feel the restrained anger behind it. ”Then it’s time for you to take responsibility as Commander. Get rid of these miserable intruders and cleanse my city of their filth, would you?”

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Blood had been spilled here, staining her beloved city, and she wasn’t pleased.

I met her gaze, my expression giving away nothing. ”I will. But before that, I need something in return.”

Freyja arched a brow, slowly rising from her seat. ”Something in return?” Her steps were unhurried as she approached. ”What could that be, Loki?”

She reached out, her fingers brushing my cheek.

A familiar shiver ran down my spine, but I was used to it by now. I had learned how to resist her presence, her touch.

Without warning, I caught her wrist in my grasp.

Her eyes widened slightly in surprise.

”Now.”

At my signal, Cleenah moved.

For a brief moment, Freyja simply stared at me, confused. But then—

Her entire body tensed.

Her smile vanished.

Her pupils dilated, and a flicker of realization dawned in her eyes.

”...!”

The change was immediate—frighteningly so.

I released her wrist and stepped behind her, ignoring the guilt.

”Sorry for this…” My voice was quiet, but I didn’t hesitate.

Gently, I gathered her silken hair, sweeping it over her shoulder to reveal the delicate curve of her nape.

There it was.

Brísingamen.

The legendary necklace lay clasped around her skin, fitting so perfectly that it almost seemed like a part of her.

I reached out—

”Ugh!”

Pain shot through me, white-hot and searing. My head burned as if molten fire had just been poured into my skull. I pulled my hand back instinctively.

’C–Cleenah?’

She heard my call.

A pale, spectral hand emerged beside me, reaching for Brísingamen. Unlike mine, Cleenah’s touch met no resistance. A faint, green glow pulsed from her fingers—

—Click.

With a soft the clasp of Brísingamen unlatched.

”...!”

Freyja’s body trembled visibly, her limbs shivering as though struck by an unseen force. She couldn’t move—completely bound by the charm’s power.

For the first time since I had met her, I saw it.

Fear.

Not the cold amusement she usually wore, nor the playful expression she often used to mask her emotions. No—this was raw, unguarded fear.

Fear of the situation she was trapped in.

It made my stomach twist with guilt, but I steeled myself. There was no turning back now.

Reaching out, I carefully lifted Brísingamen from her. It was heavier than I expected—its surface humming with a quiet, celestial energy reminding me that I was indeed holding something truly divine. Merely touching it sent an almost electric pulse through my fingertips.

I exhaled, tightening my grip.

”Follow me.”

Freyja remained still.

”Follow me.” I repeated.

Her body twitched, resisting—veins standing out along her arms, her delicate features contorted in pain. Blood dripped from the corner of her lips, staining her chin crimson.

She was fighting against Cleenah’s Divinity.

Even though this wasn’t her true body, she was still a Goddess.

But seeing her like this—her weakened form, her trembling body—I couldn’t let her suffer any further.

Without another word, I bent down and swept her into my arms.

Her frame was lighter than I expected.

Holding her in a princess carry, I leaped down from the platform, ignoring the battle raging around me. Swords clashed, magic erupted in bursts of fire and lightning, but none of it mattered.

I moved out past the bodies. Past the dying flames.

Soon, I reached the hidden room and ran across the corridor.

There, waiting with her arms crossed, was Alvara.

Her golden eyes flicked toward me, then to Freyja, but she said nothing.

I walked toward the barrier.

Beyond it, separated by shimmering energy, was my mother.

I looked down at Freyja, holding Brísingamen in my hand.

”Deactivate the barrier. Release her,” I ordered.

Freyja’s trembling fingers reached for the artifact, barely able to hold onto it. As soon as her touch met the divine necklace, a glow spread from its center, and a large circular pattern appeared on the barrier.

I stared at it enthralled.

This… wasn’t an ordinary mana circle.

The markings twisted and swirled in unique patterns I had never seen before—ancient, divine, something far beyond human comprehension. But I recognized a lot of them from the ones I had seen in the Enigma Red Dungeon.

The symbols pulsed once, twice—

Then, with a soft hum—

The barrier shattered.

As soon as it did, I yanked Brísingamen from her grasp before she could do anything against me.

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