I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel - Chapter 229



229 – Hero (Complete)

“I am liberated! In this world! In everything!”

Clink-!

My mental image completely collapsed, and I succeeded in coming out.

“This body appears!!!”

He shouted loudly and waved his arms.

It was still terribly beautiful outside.

Flower petals piled up beyond the horizon, people dreaming sweet dreams.

It was dreamy and peaceful, like a world in a fairy tale.

And at the center of it all, there is Lilia.

A huge flower with petals like butterfly wings.

The flower, which was tightly closed as a bud, soon began to bloom.

The stamens inside were revealed. The stamens were in the shape of a human being. The form of a wizard.

As the hand moved, the world began to vibrate.

It looks like a state just before a volcanic eruption. No, if you think about what it is, an even worse disaster will occur.

This time, I will launch an even bigger attack than last time to break and suppress my will even more thoroughly.

The devil raised his hand.

“No matter what anyone says, you have talent as a devil.”

Ugh-!

I smiled as I saw the powerful magic gathering at my fingertips.

“But it doesn’t suit me.”

My condition is still poor.

My magic power was low and the wounds on my body had not healed at all. I don’t know much about magic, and even that doesn’t have much power. There is no colleague left to support and help me on a day like this.

But what does that matter?

I have always been someone who looks up from below.

These one or two defects were so familiar that they were natural.

It’s long past the point where I can dwell on things like that.

Therefore, I chose to move on rather than despair, and I also chose to be jealous.

A fool who is no different from me is trying to suppress me with such great power. Of course I wouldn’t be angry and have a stomach ache.

“So come down here quickly!”

The reason for opposing the devil was not heroism but jealousy.

Soon, a beam of light shot out from the end of the Demon King’s hand. A wave of magic so huge. Rather than saying it was a line, it might have been more correct to say it was a pillar or a small mountain.

If you get hit by something like that, you’ll die without a trace. Now that the great regenerative ability is gone, there is no way to hold on.

Is he planning to kill me? Well, since he has the power of the devil, it would be possible to invite him into a dream even if he turns to ashes.

Thinking such trivial thoughts, I spread my arms out to my sides and spread my palms out.

It is too late now to be afraid of death.

“How many times have I died?”

Yes, I have died a lot.

As I burned to death, I learned something more valuable than death, and as I fell to death, I became closer to people. He taught the poor child, who was strangled, and taught him how to catch his breath as the child, who was out of breath and suffocating with anticipation, was dying. I felt the reunion of a friend in the midst of a terrible death, and I was able to escape from the long darkness of a long death. As I froze to death, I felt the deepest warmth and burned myself to protect my precious things. As I got sick and died, I suffered from a fever of agony, and as I rotted to death, I cut out the rotten places in my heart. As I died, I sent hope to my future self, and as I passed away, I realized that there were more people like me than I thought. Finally, we put an end to all these deaths.

And here.

After experiencing so many deaths, I am still standing here alive.

There is no reason to be afraid.

All the deaths so far have given me courage.

I felt it again.

My misfortune soon made me grow.

All this pain was not meaningless.

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My life may have been miserable, but it was not a tragedy.

It will be like that today too.

I slowly closed my hands.

It is said that when I collapsed after meeting the wise man, I had a holy spear and a holy sword in my hands. The Prophet said: That is proof that I am a hero.

If that qualification is still valid for me, if the world sees me as a hero.

“I don’t plan on using it, but I’ll use it!”

The heavy feeling you feel when you close your hands.

The prediction was correct.

The holy spear and holy sword were held in hand.

The body is still moving, and there are weapons in both hands that can be used.

It would be a waste not to rebel even once.

I swung the weapon towards the approaching giant beam.

The flashing slash made by the two blades still resembled the sight of flower petals fluttering.

Huh-!

Just as a breeze blows and scatters dandelion seeds, a huge ray of light scatters fragments of light.

“What…?!”

Through the split rays of light, Lilia’s astonished face came into view.

An ordinary human being was able to separate the devil’s magic.

It was safe to say it was a miracle.

Still, I wasn’t surprised at all.

Why? Strangely enough, there was no question about my ability to perform miracles.

My heart felt hot. On the contrary, my breathing gradually became calmer. The Holy Sword and Holy Spear, which I had not yet gotten used to, felt comfortable as if they were part of my hand. The body is light.

“Whoa…”

I felt that there was a faint but definite mysterious energy in my breath.

I found out that there was still a little magical power left in my body.

That is not my magic power.

Lilia’s magic power.

This is the magic she took away during the kiss.

I thought I had used up everything in the process of leaving the world of images, but it seems like there was still a little bit left.

The shape is like an ember, a lingering fire.

A small flame too shabby to burn something.

Something vague and dangerous, as if it could go out at any time.

But that ember did not go out and was still burning in my heart.

Rather, it was getting bigger.

As if representing my jealousy.

Every time I see the power of the Demon King that Lilia possesses, every time I see her face, my spring never dries up.

A powerful force that can transform this world.

That power should have been mine originally.

It’s something I should have died with.

It should have disappeared long ago.

It was even more unpleasant because the sight of her with that power felt shabby and pitiful rather than majestic.

There is a saying that poverty steals. The rich are so greedy that even with their brilliant education and career, they steal even from poverty to make their lives more colorful.

That’s exactly what it looks like.

He is stealing and dressing up what must have been my original misfortune, even the resentment I should have received.

I want to drop it.

In the form of a fool.

I want to bring her down into the life of a dirty and insignificant person just like me.

I want to make it so that it’s okay to be around you.

The remaining fire burned. It did not stop burning and became a huge flame.

My mouth felt stuffy. My body was hot. The holy spear and holy sword heated up red.

Magical power began to radiate in the form of flames.

To burn everything, to make sprouts bloom on the ashes.

Jealousy has a two-way power.

Because it is hate, it is the force that destroys me.

Knowing how to look up to others is the strength that helps me grow.

Being jealous of others comes from my own shortcomings.

A person can grow through recognition of shortcomings.

Just as you gain bigger muscles after breaking muscle fibers, I am now breaking myself down and growing with jealousy.

It can be seen as a cycle of destruction and regeneration.

Boiling fighting spirit, surging magical power. The attack resulting from this will be the final magic of this fight.

I abandoned the familiar magic formula and created a formula by circulating magical energy as I thought of it and as my heart moved.

Until now, magic has been realized by depicting mythical heroes or destructive imaginations. But it’s different now. Even though I drew the equation according to my intuition, a clear object appears.

It’s not imagination.

It clearly exists here in reality.

The magic name is.

“[Shiba]”

Soon, my name.

A swear word that wasn’t even a name at first, a dirty word that became a name after a child mistakenly thought it was calling him, and a name that was changed by a friend one day.

As time passed, it functioned here as the final magic.

It is a regression and an upward movement.

The name was renamed not as an insult, but as the name of God.

Shiva, the god of destruction and rebirth.

“Let’s stop here.”

Flames rose from the sword and spear. The body will be completely immersed in fire and will look like a giant firewood. But the will in their eyes was clear even in the flames.

“Now for real, let’s end it.”

All of the flames in my body were transferred to the sword and spear and compressed. The air around it shuddered and twisted.

He took steps to challenge the authority and status of myth.

If someone were to see me now, they would definitely call me a warrior.

If so, I would like to tell that person.

My courage was not noble and was worthless.

It was a feeling of inferiority, jealousy, pride, grief, and sadness.

Because it originated from this ugly emotion, it is even more valuable.

Born from the earth and heading to the sky.

That was my human nature.

Sigh-!

As soon as his feet left the ground, he rushed towards the devil like the wind.

Before you know it, the Demon King is getting closer to your eyes. I swung the two blades towards his neck.

The flames compressed within it exploded. The petals resembling butterfly wings that surrounded the Demon King instantly turned to ash, and his head fell off.

The flames stretched endlessly, reaching beyond the horizon. Endlessly, far, far away. As if trying to turn all the petals that have accumulated in the world so far into ashes. The sky was covered in smoke and looked like night.

When I saw this flame, the burning pain I felt right before I died passed through one side of my head.

Flames like fireflies flutter like carbon dioxide and then disappear. The embers drew constellations in place of the stars in the sky, and the body used them as a cloak and prepared to quietly move forward.

A person is burning.

Everyone is on fire.

Equally, regardless of high or low, Asrahi.

But this is not the end.

It is only the end for the beginning.

Just like my life.

**

The fire surrounded the flower and turned into a flame, which then turned into ashes.

“Uh, uhm…”

This also meant that all the petals of those whose heads turned into flowers were removed. Those who once decorated their hair with flowers now wear ashes.

“…Whoop?! Cluck cluck!”

Inis, who regained consciousness, woke up coughing due to the ashes.

“Hey, Iva! What is happening now…”

And I knew it when I looked at the sky.

Clear and clear sky. A blue sky that is not dreamy at all and is just plain ordinary.

“Ah.”

The devil has disappeared.

The world has regained peace.

**

Lilia looked around in the wide open space. Just ashes and dust. They were smeared on her white and beautiful skin, giving her a rather rough appearance.

Everything I’ve experienced so far felt like a dream.

It’s really over now.

This hazy feeling may have been an escape from reality. The disasters caused by the devil’s power were sins that could not be ended with a simple apology.

How should we live in the future?

Around the time when such agony and fear filled my head.

He came.

“The obscene naked body is truly something to behold. How does it feel to have a prominent friend living a lower-class life like me?”

He approached with a grinning smile, placed the hat on Lilia’s head and pressed it deeply.

“First of all, it looks like you don’t have enough, so I’ll give you a hat.”

He held down his hat and then took out his robe and wrapped it around Lilia’s shoulders.

“After that, clothes.”

Then he took out some beef jerky and put it in Lilia’s mouth.

“After that, rice.”

As Lilia munched on the beef jerky, he smiled and stroked her face.

“Follow me. We live by wearing clothes, eating warm meals, sleeping, sometimes enjoying hobbies, and sometimes fighting.”

A look that reminds us of our first meeting.

“Let’s live like humans like that.”

It started with a spark, it ended with a spark.

“Let’s not be afraid of anything and live courageously.”

There is one difference from the beginning.

Ivar was not a devil and Lilia was not a witch.

Just as people, they faced each other.

“…Yes.”

Lilia bet Iva’s hand.

The fiery boy and the flower-like girl walked through the ashes like that.

It was still warm.

Their lives are not over yet.