Became the Patron of Villains Novel MTL - Chapter 191

Chapter 191

[First]

[The ability is Reversal of Heaven (逆天).]

“Hold on—”

The spectral figure within the mirror started speaking abruptly.

Alon tried to initiate a dialogue with him.

[Second.]

The individual, clad in a ragged coat, who looked markedly unlike Alon yet held a strange resemblance, continued his monologue without pause.

[Ponder the Outer God.]

“Wait.”

Alon attempted to speak again.

Nonetheless.

[Third.]

The reflected entity persisted in presenting information one-sidedly.

It seemed he had no desire for a regular conversation from the outset.

[Grasp.]

At this point, Alon accepted the situation.

Instead, he began concentrating on the statements made by the figure facing him.

He remained ignorant of the nature of the mirror.

And the identity of the person shown within it.

But he felt an intuitive certainty about one matter.

The words uttered by that man were undeniably a vital clue.

The information shared by the mirror entity was, without a doubt, crucial.

[Fourth.]

[Look upon it directly.]

[Fifth.]

[Do not retreat.]

Even without a response from Alon, the figure in the mirror went on with his explanations.

As though delivering a profound insight.

And then.

[If you proceed thus, you shall reach it.]

Following these concluding remarks,

The mirrored entity commenced a slow vanishing act.

Starting from his lower half, ascending to his head.

Gradually.

In that instant.

[What are you engaged in?]

A voice originated from behind—Basiliora.

“……What do you mean?”

[No, I mean, you were speaking of observing the mirror and pausing.]

Basiliora’s resonant voice caused Alon to furrow his brow in confusion.

“Me?”

[Who else is present here then?]

“……No, I’m certain there was another person inside the mirror besides me.”

[What nonsense is that? Since I first looked, there has only been your plain reflection.]

“……Really?”

[Are you questioning my sight?]

Alon distractedly turned his gaze back to the mirror.

The image had vanished completely, leaving only his own likeness.

Consequently.

‘What on earth—’

Alon subtly frowned, unable to make sense of the situation.

Thud!

A strange noise echoed as he abruptly felt the ground give way beneath his feet.

In a fraction of a second—

[What the—!]

[Meow!?]

Basiliora’s startled shout and Blackie’s frightened yelp rang out as they receded.

Only then did Alon comprehend.

He was descending, along with the mirror, into a chasm that had suddenly ripped open below him.

“…”

Reacting instantaneously, Alon stretched out and grasped a root.

Snap!

But the root could not bear his weight and tore loose.

Instead, it pulled him further into the deep pit below.

[Curse it!]

Basiliora moved quickly.

Yet, the root, as if possessing self-awareness, sealed the opening the moment Alon dropped through.

Engulfed in darkness, Alon felt himself suspended.

“?”

Then abruptly,

His feet connected with firm ground.

‘Wasn’t I just free-falling?’

He scuffed his foot against the surface, verifying its presence.

Yet, all his senses were overwhelmed by perplexity.

Alon examined the bizarre expanse surrounding him.

A boundless, measureless void, reminiscent of the cosmos itself—

Despite this, he could still feel the floor beneath his soles.

In the absolute blackness, the only thing he could discern was his own form.

‘What is this place…?’

An unsettling and incomprehensible event.

As if his very perception was twisted, Alon repeatedly looked between the abyss and his own body.

But he had no time for inaction.

Regardless of hidden dangers, remaining still was not an option.

Thus, he began to walk.

He had no destination in mind.

He couldn’t tell how long he had traversed.

“?”

At the far end of the abyss, where emptiness had reigned before, he noticed markings.

They seemed to be carved onto a surface—

Yet they also appeared to drift in the air.

He stepped closer to the markings.

‘Roughly engraved.’

The words were crudely etched, as if someone had merely hacked at the wall with a blade.

Despite their rugged appearance, they remained legible.

As he silently read the message, Alon’s eyes widened.

The words inscribed stated—

‘How to utilize Arrow.’

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[To those who seek to awaken Arrow, pay attention.]

[If you do so and observe it directly,]

[You will be able to escape this location.]

Alon reread the crude inscription in silence.

A faint look of irritation crossed his features.

The text did indeed explain the means to use Arrow—

But it was phrased like an obscure puzzle.

‘It would have been better if they had just explained it clearly.’

He recognized there was no one present to voice his complaint to.

So, he let out a soft sigh.

He wondered briefly who the author was.

“Haah—”

But for now, he took a seat.

The urgent matter was finding a way to exit this place.

Alon slowly shut his eyes.

Following the advice in the inscription, he entered a state of tranquility.

Concurrently, he sensed his mana stirring.

Although he had already used a substantial amount of energy dealing with the Mother of Greed—

A thin current of mana still circulated within him.

This fact alone caused him surprise.

‘Entering such a profound state of observation this easily…?’

Observing the mana flowing through his system was not difficult for Alon.

A mage incapable of mana observation cannot genuinely be called a mage.

However, what astonished Alon was the ‘depth’ of his attention.

Alon was observing mana at a far more detailed level than his norm.

Usually, he could only detect the path of his mana flow and its remaining quantity.

But now, he could perceive even the most subtle strands of mana.

His perceptions had become extraordinarily sharp.

For a moment, it felt as though he were viewing tiny organisms through a magnifying device.

“?”

Then, Alon suddenly experienced a strange sensation—his awareness seemed to expand.

His head swam, and a wave of nausea washed over him.

Despite this, Alon maintained his focus and continued his observation.

At that moment.

He felt an odd pull, as if something were drawing him in.

“?”

“……?”

Before him, four spheres materialized, suspended in the air.

Each orb possessed a different hue.

‘Blue, green, red, white…?’

As Alon examined them one by one, moving from the left,

he instinctively grasped a realization.

These were not mana.

They were divinities.

He found it perplexing.

‘……Four divinities?’

Alon was already somewhat aware that he had acquired faith through the dragonkin.

But he had never imagined that he possessed four distinct forms of divinity.

It was profoundly confusing.

‘If my assumption is correct, one of them must belong to Karannon, the Lightning Receiver… but what about the other three?’

Divinities with unknown sources and identities.

As he pondered deeply—

“?”

Alon suddenly noticed something else.

There was another sphere floating beside him.

It was hard to distinguish in the dark void.

A dark orb, so intensely colored that it seemed to merge with the abyss, silently hovered behind him.

‘This is…?’

It was the same size as the other four spheres.

But unlike the others, this black orb positioned behind him—

exuded an ominous force, like a black hole lurking within the darkness.

Then.

Vwooom—

A resonant sound echoed through the air, pulling Alon’s gaze forward.

Among the four colored spheres, the green one emitted a peculiar hum.

As if beckoning him, urging him to select it, the orb subtly vibrated.

After a brief hesitation, Alon reached out and touched the green sphere.

In that instant.

Whoooosh—!!!!

A brilliant white light enveloped Alon.

“!?”

Startled, Alon opened his eyes, only to realize—his entire body was now radiating an intertwined blend of green and gold light.

He immediately rose to his feet.

And then.

From the crudely inscribed markings, something began to emit a faint green glow.

Alon reached out toward it.

Tap—

The moment his fingertip brushed the letters.

Whoooosh—!

From that very spot—

A single sprout began to emerge.

Not just one.

Dozens.

Hundreds.

Thousands.

Tens of thousands—No.

“!!!”

An immeasurable number of sprouts started to appear.

A fresh, vivid fragrance permeated the air.

A radiant green spread before his vision.

The spectacle was captivating, as the sprouts consumed the abyss.

Like a spreading contagion, the sprouts devoured the darkness.

And slowly, the ‘true appearance’ of this space began to reveal itself.

Finally.

“Ah.”

It was fully uncovered.

A massive garden stretched across Alon’s entire field of view.

A colossal tree stood at its core, surrounded by lush, abundant foliage.

Dazzled by the brilliant sight, Alon couldn’t help but gasp in wonder.

At that moment.

The towering tree at the center of the garden gently swayed, as if summoning him closer.

It did not speak.

Nor did it project a voice into his mind.

Yet, Alon understood instinctively.

The tree was calling him.

As if mesmerized, he approached it.

Tap—

Acknowledging his presence.

The moment Alon stood beneath it, something dropped from its branches and landed in his palm.

It was a fruit.

A golden fruit, roughly the size of an apple.

‘Thank you.’

As he regarded the fruit, the tree swayed gently, and once more, a sense of ‘understanding’ was conveyed to him.

Alon raised his gaze toward the tree.

And behind it—

He noticed a winding staircase leading upward.

Without hesitation, he proceeded toward it.

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[Meow!]

[Are you unharmed!?]

Alon ascended the spiral stairs.

As if they had been anticipating his return, Basiliora and Blackie hurried to him.

[Wait, what is that thing?]

“?”

[Why are you emitting so much divinity?]

Basiliora, now shrunk back to his spirit form after the passage of 15 minutes, reacted with intense confusion.

Alon looked down at himself.

His body was still enveloped in an unextinguished green light.

Realizing this, he quickly scanned his surroundings.

The previously barren underground area was now covered in sprouts and blooms.

“……Speaking of which, why did this place transform so suddenly?”

[Shortly after you went down, it began changing like this.]

Everything Alon had experienced below had manifested here as well.

He suddenly noticed the elves standing in the distance.

Beyond the four members of Paggade who had accompanied them, there were now more than twenty figures.

They had followed after him, entering at various times after he had ventured deeper inside.

Unaware of this fact, Alon assumed—

‘Did reinforcements arrive so quickly?’

With that thought, he approached them.

His task was complete.

Turning toward Rim, who was staring at him in a daze,

“Let’s go up—”

He started to say.

Thud—!

But suddenly, Rim dropped to her knees.

“?”

What is she—

Thud—!

Thud—!

One by one, as if following a silent command, the elves all knelt before Alon.

And then.

““We, the humble offspring of the forest, welcome the great one.””

“…???”

As if they had rehearsed the action beforehand.

In perfect synchrony, they bowed their heads to the floor.