Became the Patron of Villains Novel MTL - Chapter 269

Chapter 269: Obsession with Purity and Jealousy (2)

Alon furrowed his brow as he stared at the entity possessing hundreds of pairs of wings.

‘Why is that entity present in this place?’

Alon recognized exactly what it was.

It was impossible for him not to know.

He had confronted this being numerous times during his playthroughs of Psychedelia.

The ‘Angel of Purity.’

That was the moniker it bore when it first emerged in Psychedelia.

However, later on, when a player actually engages in the boss battle, its true title is unveiled.

‘The Seraph of Jealousy… for what reason is it here?’

Without a doubt, it was the Seraph of Jealousy.

It concealed its true name to flawlessly personify the sin of jealousy, extracting both envy and worship from all who beheld it.

It was the most challenging adversary to manage within Psychedelia.

Scattered fragments of data raced through his mind.

He was acutely aware that the primary narrative had already shifted drastically due to the butterfly effect.

Even taking that into account, Alon found the Seraph’s arrival suspicious.

To the best of his knowledge, the Seraph was scheduled to manifest—

Not in this location, but in Raksas, where Radan was stationed.

Nevertheless, Alon quickly pushed those doubts aside.

Regrettably, this was not the moment to get lost in such contemplation.

“M-My Lord? What was the meaning of your words just now—?”

Alon shifted his attention toward Yutia.

In contrast to her normal demeanor, she appeared somewhat anxious.

Sensing something amiss, Alon questioned her in return.

“What are you referring to?”

“That it is not necessary for me to intervene—”

She appeared tentative, as though she were treading on thin ice.

Just as Alon was considering whether her statement was odd,

“Brother~!”

Yuman shouted urgently for Alon.

Deciding that the conversation could be postponed, Alon addressed the more immediate concern. “Yutia, there is a specific task you must handle.”

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The instant Yuman caught sight of Alon, a wave of hope washed over him.

It wasn’t just him.

Every priest and holy knight in attendance felt a surge of anticipation upon Alon’s arrival.

Some had not observed Alon’s strength with their own eyes, yet they had certainly listened to the rumors.

There were far too many tales for them to be merely about a single individual.

Each account sounded like the epic saga of a legendary hero.

Responding to that expectation—

[Meow-]

A black cat sitting upon Alon’s shoulder purred quietly.

And in that instant,

“Assimilation.”

The command escaped Alon’s lips.

Simultaneously—

Grin—

On the form composed of abyss, where nothing had existed mere seconds ago, eyes began to materialize.

First, a single pair.

Then two.

Then four.

Then eight.

Before anyone could comprehend the speed, eyes sprouted rapidly along its tail, expanding outward like spreading shadows.

■-!!!

The moment the radiant beings detected the anomaly and shifted their focus toward Alon—

“Spirit Tree.”

Thud!

Black spikes impaled the radiant beings in unison.

The area, previously consumed by chaos, descended into silence.

The holy knight who had been crying out Sironia’s name in terror.

The priest who had been channeling divine power to shield the others.

Everyone fell mute as they gazed on.

It was as if the slaughter that just occurred had never taken place.

The radiant beings hung limply from the black timber, stripped of their freedom.

“Ah—”

A breathy gasp escaped someone’s mouth.

A shockwave rippled through the quiet.

A single word dominated everyone’s thoughts.

Overwhelming.

No other term seemed appropriate.

Purely and cleanly—

That solitary word hit their minds like a lightning strike.

Then, as if in coordination, everyone shifted their eyes in a single direction.

They beheld him.

A man wearing an impassive look, who had woven seals and eradicated the radiant beings in a split second.

Alon Palatio.

eventually, when the Spirit Tree faded away, the radiant beings suspended from it began to plummet to the earth one by one.

A gruesome noise echoed, accompanied by the blossoming of blood-red flames.

The entities that had plagued this cliffside were utterly destroyed.

Only a single entity remained.

The Seraph of Jealousy, staring haughtily down at Alon with its enormous eyes.

Hope flooded the eyes of the onlookers.

“Attack—”

Just as a holy knight began to speak—

“Stop.”

Alon, who had been silent for a long time, interjected.

A single word.

Yet, it reached everyone’s ears with absolute clarity.

Confusion became evident in their eyes.

“…Why, Brother?”

Yuman asked, his voice laced with bewilderment.

Everyone turned to Alon, evidently harboring the same inquiry.

Alon replied with calm composure.

“We cannot kill that thing.”

He stated it as a fact.

“…What are you saying?”

Yuman began to speak in disbelief,

But his query was interrupted.

[You possess an unsettling degree of insight.]

A holy voice resonated from the Seraph.

Everyone’s gaze snapped back toward the Seraph.

[It is true. I am not an existence you can damage simply because you wish to. I am not something you can obliterate merely because you desire it. All you are capable of is witnessing my birth.]

After making this proud declaration, it rotated its colossal form.

“That… that monster is making its way to the capital—!”

It began advancing toward Rosario.

The priests hurriedly gathered their divine power.

However—

“It is futile.”

Alon’s statement arrested them once more, their faces painted with incredulity.

“Brother, are you suggesting we should simply allow that monster to proceed to Rosario…!?”

Yuman objected vehemently, but Alon kept his silence.

If it were up to him, he would have struck that thing down instantly.

Having experienced Psychedelia previously, Alon was well aware of the Seraph of Jealousy’s next move.

If the Sin of Sloth was recognized in Psychedelia as the pinnacle of grotesque cruelty—

Then the sin of Jealousy was notorious as the personification of genocide.

“Hoo—”

Alon steadied his breathing.

By now, the memories were somewhat faded.

He forcibly retrieved fragments of information regarding the Seraph of Jealousy.

The Seraph of Jealousy.

This was, in reality, a phase immediately preceding its transformation into the “Sin of Jealousy.”

The instant it approaches a population and consumes their fear, reverence, and jealousy—

The Seraph of Jealousy undergoes metamorphosis and is birthed as a sin.

Some might find this perplexing.

How could anyone experience “reverence and jealousy” toward such a thing?

However, that was not the primary issue.

Even if its appearance was monstrous—

Its ability implanted “reverence and jealousy” into the hearts of those who felt “fear.”

Its singular objective was to usher the Sin of Jealousy into existence.

If that were the Seraph’s only capability—

Alon would not have been compelled to stand by idly like this.

He could have simply eradicated it before it took action.

But the fundamental reason Alon dared not make a move—

Was due to one of the Seraph’s other faculties: Inaction.

Until it transitioned into a sin, it possessed the power to nullify all attacks.

That is why, within Psychedelia, for approximately 20 turns, only fodder enemies like the radiant beings would spawn, and the boss possessed a gimmick intended to help players prepare for the impending clash against the sin that was about to be born.

Which implied—

They were currently in a scenario where they could do nothing but observe the mass slaughter unfold.

“Brother—!”

Yuman screamed in desperation.

There were even priests who disregarded Alon’s warning and unleashed divine power at the Seraph.

But as predicted, none of their strikes connected.

Not the swords of the holy knights.

Nor the spears of the priests.

Not even the overwhelming divine powers of the cardinals.

Even Yuman’s fierce determination to somehow prevent the Seraph from reaching Rosario proved ineffective.

And then—

[Do not be afraid—]

When the Seraph of Jealousy finally arrived in the skies above Rosario, the faces of the people were filled with dread.

[My children.]

The hope in their eyes flickered out like a candle in a gale.

[I am the one who shall bestow enlightenment upon you.]

A terrifying despair engulfed their hearts.

[All shall look up to me.]

A helplessness characteristic of a sin gripped their limbs like a vice.

In that fleeting second—

Hundreds of grotesque wings contorted and snapped simultaneously, signaling the genesis of a new entity.

The birth of a sin.

And then—

Shhhk—

Alon, who had been waiting for this exact moment, went into action.

“…Brother?”

Yuman, paralyzed by helplessness, mumbled vacantly.

But Alon, turning his back to the crowd’s gaze, calmly formed hand seals.

At the same time—

Water Thunder Seal.

Six Seals.

Lightning God.

It was unleashed in its raw form.

Alon stared forward.

Hundreds of pairs of wings were being absorbed into the creature’s massive eye.

Beneath it, citizens gazed up at the sky in terror.

What was about to occur was inevitable.

The instant the Sin of Jealousy was born, all those who harbored fear and reverence—

Would be transmuted into radiant beings.

And as if fulfilling a destined mission, they would hunt down humans.

Yes, in mere seconds from now—

That is why Alon had waited for this specific juncture.

When everyone offered their reverence.

When the Seraph of Jealousy was in the process of being born as a sin.

This very instant, when it was no longer the Seraph but not yet a complete sin—

“Reverse Heaven.”

This was what he had been waiting for.

Fwoooosh—!!!

His body was enveloped in pure white radiance, and stars began to materialize above his head.

One star defined a point.

Two stars created a line.

Four lines constructed a shape.

Eight, sixteen—

Innumerable stars sketched a galaxy beneath the twilight sky.

“—”

Alon’s mind, overloaded in a flash, felt as if it would melt from the heat.

His eyes turned bloodshot.

His mana core, too diminutive to endure the endlessly generated magic power, relentlessly punished his brain.

Yet even in the midst of that—

Alon completed his analysis with a cool head.

‘My current spells won’t work.’

Alon admitted it frankly.

Even utilizing Reverse Heaven—

Simply pouring mana recklessly into a spell would only expand the range, not augment its power.

Even if the sin was still incomplete.

Sins, by their very nature, were fundamentally unreasonable entities.

Alon’s spells, regardless of how much mana he forced into them, could only increase in area—not in destructive force.

So he recalled.

An idea that had originally come from Penia—

‘So basically, the issue is that the Marquis can’t control his mana, so he just floats it all up into the sky, correct?’

‘That’s right.’

‘Then why not utilize that as a form of “preparation”?’

‘Preparation…?’

‘Yes, obviously difficult spells would be too hard. But what about a simple 2nd-tier spell? You could fight with quantity. Instead of ejecting mana randomly, shape it in a certain way, and then fire those mana lumps in lines all at once—’

A line of magical exploration—

‘Hmm, for something implemented mid-development, it actually looks pretty promising… but Marquis, you must not use this recklessly, okay?’

‘Do you think there is still a problem?’

‘In many ways, yes. First off, it’s incomplete, right? It’s also not quite what we originally intended. Most importantly, it’s way too unstable. Especially—never use it where there are lots of people!’

‘I understand that much.’

Just as she had worried in the flashback—

What Alon was about to utilize now was indeed unfinished.

Its effects could not be properly drawn out.

It was completely uncontrollable.

Even the spell chants and incantations had been crudely assembled.

Yet even so—

The moment he saw the Seraph of Jealousy with his own eyes,

And even asked Yutia to prepare in advance before casting the spell—

Was because even if it was incomplete—

Right now, he had no other option.

And so—

Linked Calculation.

Four Seals.

Under the twilight sky—

Meteor Shower.

The galaxy began to fall.