I’m Not That Villain - Chapter 63



62 – A Small War (3)

Hundred Eye’s Black Mamba.

Its reputation is immense. Being the head of a large organization is not a position that can be obtained simply by being smart or having a lot of money.

Unofficial SR (Seoul Rank) 25th.

The name signifies that it has made a name for itself among countless strong individuals.

Black Mamba’s ability shone. In an instant, the corpse of the enforcer, who had been eaten alive, was torn in half and scattered.

But instead of smiling, Black Mamba frowned.

This feeling… as if something is subtly off.

And when he realized it wasn’t an illusion, his ability, which should have struck the man in front of him, was forcibly twisted.

Crunch!!

The black ability grazed the innocent building’s outer wall. Black Mamba withdrew his ability and stared blankly at his opponent.

This front line.

Originally, it could have been broken within ten minutes.

But the reason it couldn’t be done was because of the man in front of him.

A man with his hair swept back and a cigarette in his mouth.

Because of that man, the battle that should have been won is dragging on.

Black Mamba fiddled with the black snake that crawled out of his sleeve.

“…Spatial distortion? Is that what it feels like?”

“And you have a formidable ability.”

An annoying ability.

His ability, Black Mamba, was a power that resembled a snake devouring space by designating coordinates.

That is, if the coordinates were twisted, it couldn’t devour properly. Since it was an ability that relied on vision, if the space itself was distorted and twisted like now, the attacks would often miss.

On top of that, there was a penalty.

The stomach that devoured the target started to feel bloated.

“…Ah, damn.”

The longer the battle dragged on, the worse he felt. Black Mamba frowned.

The space above the opponent’s hand was visibly distorted this time.

“Looks like you’re not in good shape. Seems like you have several restrictions? Well, you can’t freely use such a powerful ability for killing, can you?”

“…….”

“The strength of an ability isn’t determined by mere destructive power. The longer this drags on, the more disadvantageous it is for you. Surrender now. If you do, your safety will be assured…”

“Bullshit.”

He cut off the words abruptly. He forcibly stuck his fingers down his throat.

And then…

He vomited out the contents inside.

“Uweeeek!!!”

He hated it. He really hated it.

He didn’t particularly like his ability. Wasn’t it unsightly and dirty? The structure required him to compress and completely digest the devoured contents to use the ability again.

He hated the fact that he had to forcibly vomit during such a battle. But what could he do? There was no other way.

He vomited everything out. Dribbling vomit, he expelled something like a black gemstone from his mouth.

The bitterness lingering in his mouth. The smell of stomach acid tickling his nose.

Gathering all of it into his spit and spitting it out in one go, he growls.

“Because of you, I showed such a pathetic side… damn it…”

Spatial distortion?

It’s definitely tricky. Yes, tricky. Isn’t it because of that subtle distortion that my attacks keep missing?

But if I had struggled with just this, I wouldn’t have earned the head position of Hundred Eyes. I wouldn’t have ascended to that number, SR 25.

“Annoying ability. Annoying human. Damn cop. Damn stalker.”

Muttering, he raises his hand. He nurtures the ability like a black snake coiling around his body.

“Spatial distortion? Tricky. Yes. I’ll admit it. Definitely tricky. But you know…”

Even if it means partially damaging his body, he moves to clear the trash from this place.

Maximum output.

Queen Black Mamba.

“Isn’t it just a matter of devouring everything?”

Expanding darkness. The movement of the snake filling the vast square.

The ability of spatial predation opens its mouth.

Not just a single target…

“What the hell is this?!”

To devour the entire floor.

. . .

“Destroy everything that moves!!”

“We don’t know who the enemy is! Subdue them all!”

“This shit! Don’t fucking move! You wanna die?!”

“Hundred Eyes, you fuck… why are you making a scene here?! This is our territory!”

“Push in!”

“Anyone in those sauna suits, just beat the shit outta them!”

“Cops! It’s the cops!!”

“As of this moment, anyone participating in this riot will be considered a terrorist…ugh?!”

“This is Seoul, you motherfucker! Crush them!!”

The surroundings are a mess.

The important thing is that the mess doesn’t just stay a mess…

It’s reaching even the civilians.

The enforcement agencies.

Hundred Eyes.

And even the massive organization ‘Back Hand’, who are in charge of Gangnam district.

Those three groups are mixed together and a full-blown brawl has broken out. And because it’s hard to distinguish friend from foe, they just throw punches at anyone who isn’t obviously an ally.

A battlefield where anyone who moves is identified as an enemy. But it’s a joke, because if you *don’t* move, you’ll get caught in the crossfire of the ability users and die anyway.

KWAHaaaNG!!

Two ability users burst out of a suddenly exploded building wall. One person caught in their fight looks like they’re about to get crushed under the massive debris…

I rushed in, diving into the rubble.

KWAANG!

An ability user’s physical enhancement is, for sure, good.

Because I can push away such building debris with just my back.

“Are you okay?”

“Ah… Ahhh… Yes… Yes…”

No. Even if other organizations are like that, can the enforcement agency b*stards really charge in without thinking?

Anyway, those b*stards. There isn’t a single good organization in this world.

“Ah, mister! It’s dangerous!”

“Not dangerous…”

“Why aren’t you moving quickly?! You almost got hurt because of him!”

“Yewon, calm down…”

Seol Yewon moved. She lifted the building debris I was supporting and threw it to the opposite side.

Boom!

The strength she displayed made my struggling with my back seem almost laughable.

I looked back at her with a bitter expression.

“Ah, mister, you’re not hurt, right?!”

Yeah.

I’m not hurt.

Just a little scared of you.

I moved towards the electronics store, trying to help as many people as possible.

I had never really thought about a war between those with abilities, but experiencing it firsthand…

I thought maybe a battlefield filled with bombs and bullets would be better.

BOOM!

Something explodes again. This time, it seems like a shadow comes to life, dragging a person away at its whim.

Before I can even react, the person is swung like a weapon to strike the opponent.

CRACK.

Flesh and bones shatter. The sight of intestines spilling out is indescribable.

Despite the horrific scene, the battle between the superpowered individuals only intensifies.

“I’ll rip out your spine!”

“Do it, you b*stard!”

The chaos is uncontrollable. A perfect battlefield.

And amidst it all, I finally reach the half-destroyed electronics store.

“Scarlett!”

“Yes, Master.”

Without a hint of playfulness, Scarlett’s wires start modifying the scattered devices on the spot.

I move as well. Removing my wristwatch, I rummage through the electronics store, manipulating various circuits and devices.

“Yewon!”

Gunfire now fills the air. It’s truly no different from a battlefield. Amidst the barrage of bullets and explosions, I pull Seol Yewon close, trying to hide as much as possible.

“Stay here and don’t move!”

“But, sir, if you stay here, you’ll be in danger… I should go out and handle it…!”

“It’s better than you being in danger! Don’t leave my side!”

“…Yes, yes…”

Seol Yewon chuckled softly. Why was she laughing in such a dire situation?

First, she finished the preliminary work. Then, she refined the exterior and connected to the terminal containing Scarlett.

A temporarily constructed orb. Through it, I began to move my energy.

“Output limit 26%. With minimum output, it can be used 32 times.”

“That’s enough!”

In this hellish space, it was as if I had a proper weapon in my hands. I began to move the dark purple sphere floating above my hand.

My energy, you see, is fundamentally immense, and ordinary metals can’t handle it.

But when I shape it directly through energy, the story changes.

Machines, you see.

Not all of them need to be entirely solid.

If only some parts have special strength, the rest can be made of softer components. And, you see, by supplementing those important parts with my energy shaping technique…

What if I replace the remaining parts with machines I can currently acquire?

What I need now is not a machine that can withstand my maximum output. It’s for subduing the enemy at the right moment.

A machine for minimum output is all I need.

I quickly lifted the rapidly assembled object. Without even testing its performance, I faced the approaching enemy towards the store.

“You b*stards! You were hiding here! You damn cops…!”

I immediately turned it.

What?

The muzzle.

BOOM!!

The bullet is my ability, an energy projectile extracted from the Sea of Void.

Its reckless scattering resembles that of a shotgun.

The output limit was lowered as much as possible to make it manageable with ordinary machinery…

Nevertheless, the instant-modified shotgun that works for ability holders fires bullets into the enemy’s body.

This is…

The Sea of Void

Thread – Shotgun

BoooM!!!

The flying opponent. Despite not being pierced by the sudden strike, the impact sent their entire body tumbling.

Judging by the rolled-back eyes and the foam at the mouth, the effect is certain.

I slung the improvised shotgun over my shoulder.

“Ah… Shotgun…”

What a wonderful means of communication!

Now!

Shall we go find Lily and Renata!