Became the Patron of Villains Novel MTL - Chapter 295

Chapter 295 – The Sin of Greed (6)

Drrrrrrrrr—!

As Alon murmured, eyes began to form on Blackie’s previously empty body.

From one to two.

From two to four.

From four, red eyes spread instantly across Blackie’s entire body.

“Shadow Tree.”

At the signal of the phrasing Alon recited, Blackie’s tail coiled around Alon’s body like a snake and descended.

“Link.”

Soon, black shadows and red eyes began to spread all over Alon’s body.

“Mutation.”

Blackie’s body, which was on his shoulder, melted like snow and broke apart, scattering inside Alon’s body.

And then—

“Feast in the Darkness.”

The shadows wrapping around Alon’s body formed a black circle behind him.

Like a halo, the black shadow began to gather behind his head, drawing a huge circle in an instant.

Immediately after—

“Reverse Heaven.”

At the very moment Alon pronounced the spell—

From the black halo drawn behind him—

Snap—!

A red eye appeared.

Alon’s black coat, which was fluttering gently, began to wave as if it were living shadow.

And then.

In a gray sky filled with glowing ash,

a milky way began to form.

‘How comfortable.’

That was Alon’s first thought when he saw the milky way forming in the grayish world.

The Reverse Heaven spell demands creating stars restlessly to expel magic that multiplies without limit. Theoretically, the pain should feel as if the brain were melting. But now… he was calm.

‘I should have learned it sooner.’

That Alon could open this spell so comfortably was thanks to the magic Kylus taught him recently.

The effect of that magic was simple:

To merge completely with the shadow-dragon—Blackie—through Harmonization, delegating part of the magical calculation to Blackie.

Thanks to that, Alon could coldly analyze the situation with a clearer mind than ever.

‘But even so, it is unstable. The remaining time… at most two minutes.’

Of course, the magic Kylus transmitted to him was extremely incomplete.

For one reason:

Alon did not learn all of Kylus’s magic, only the minimum part necessary for the current moment.

That is, the Awakening he had obtained from Kylus had no other effect aside from increasing calculation, and its duration was absurdly short.

Almost on the same level as the time Alon could force the activation of Reverse Heaven.

But even that was enough.

Alon exhaled a light sigh, jumped from the outer wall, and gently moved the hand covered by the beast gauntlet.

Crack—!

Frozen Earth began to expand in the gray world.

Freezing the swirling ash rain, huge mountains made of solidified ash were formed.

Upon landing on the peak of one of them, Alon formed the seal without hesitation.

As if they had been waiting for him, the stars adorning the sky like a milky way began to fall toward the ground, guided by his will.

‘Truth be told, for an incomplete Manifestation… it looks too good… Lord Marquis, are you sure I shouldn’t use this like this?’

He remembered Penia’s warning. She was right.

A magic that he and Penia had created together.

Alon had not only not completed it; he hadn’t even come close to finishing it.

That is why he shouldn’t use it.

A power that could not be controlled solely by calculation would fall not only on the ash beings, but on all of Greynifra.

Yes, that was how it should be.

But that was only true if Alon ran out of calculation capacity to control the milky way.

If he had the calculation and the image necessary, he could offset the disadvantages.

Alon looked at the sky.

Countless mana spheres floated in the gray sky.

Too many to be controlled even if he had some margin thanks to the calculation increase.

But even so, it was fine.

Because a way to control them had emerged in his mind.

Bzzzz—

Upon making a seal, the mana spheres above his head connected with thin threads and spread out in all directions.

The image he recalled was the blue rift Radan had shown recently using the artifact. For others it was just a rift, but Alon saw inside it—

The rule to handle countless weapons simultaneously.

Crack—! Crack crack—!

Red rifts began to form in the sky.

Their form and function were identical to the ones Radan had shown.

But the rifts Alon created were crude.

He had only pasted the structure in the simplest way possible. The mana consumption was so gigantic that, in normal circumstances, it would have been better to use another method.

But for the Alon of now, that absurd cost was almost irrelevant.

Just as when Radan activated the artifact—

The red rifts began to devour the sky rapidly.

And then—

“What… is this?”

“It makes no sense…”

“This is… from the Primordial Elf…?”

The soldiers watching the milky way stained red by the rifts uttered words of reverence.

“Wow…”

“That is…”

Historia, Seolrang, and Radan, who had been slaughtering the ash beings, also looked at the sky with blank minds.

Finally, when all the mana spheres were under his control—

Alon extended his hand with his index and middle fingers pointing toward where the Mother of Greed was—

Towards the Sin of Greed.

“Fire.”

He murmured softly. And from the sky, countless flashes fell toward a single point.

Then—

The light blinded everyone’s eyes.

“No… it can’t be…”

When the light consumed everything and vision returned,

Ramu murmured dazedly.

What she saw was impossible.

The Ash Sowers, who were advancing to devour everything they touched, had disappeared completely.

And not only that.

The ash heading toward Fildegrin was also disintegrating, literally turning into dust.

Hope began to fill Ramu’s eyes.

But the face of Alon, who had caused all this, was not favorable.

The Mothers of Greed were no longer visible.

But—

She was still there.

With white skin.

And green eyes staring fixedly at Alon.

The Sin of Greed—

She was still standing. Her state was deplorable. She was barely staying upright. The lower part of her body had disappeared. Her right arm hung shattered. Half of her face had disintegrated. A state close to death.

Even so, the reason for Alon’s hardened face was—

‘…Regeneration.’

She was regenerating those impossible wounds… without any effort. At an absurd speed.

The disappointment was short-lived. Alon regained his composure.

He could not give up on stopping the Sin. He tried to move his mana—

“Eyadia.”

And then Alon understood it.

‘The mana… isn’t moving…?’

At that very instant—

[Interesting.]

The voice of the Sin resounded.

One of the sheets of paper floating behind her fell to the ground.

In that moment—

As if they had sensed that something had begun, three figures launched themselves against her instinctively.

Seolrang appeared above her, falling like a flash, aiming for her head.

Historia arrived at the front in an instant, unsheathing her sword.

Fourth Form—

Radan appeared behind them with his trident.

And the next thing that could be seen—

No, the next thing that was heard—

KAAAAAANG!

An explosion.

“Uaaaah!”

“H-Help!”

The screams of the elves.

Turning around, Alon saw the wall destroyed.

And beyond, a devastated terrain, completely razed.

And at the end—

Historia, trembling, holding her sword with blood-covered arms.

“My… God…”

She didn’t manage to finish the sentence.

“Run—”

And she fell.

It was then that Alon understood.

They had been defeated by the Sin.

Looking around, he saw huge columns of dust rising, as if the whole zone had been bombarded.

And then—

[The residues I should have eliminated… why do they still exist?]

The Sin appeared in front of Alon without him realizing.

Alon tried to move his mana immediately.

But it didn’t move. Even worse—

“Kuh—!?”

Alon spat blood.

Reverse Heaven came undone. And he understood why he couldn’t move his magic.

“The magic…”

[Simple structure.]

Alon’s magic in Reverse Heaven unfolded from the mana spheres in the sky.

The Sin had taken reverse control of his mana. Exactly like Alon had controlled his own spheres through rifts.

Absurd.

…But something possible for a Sin.

Alon looked at her.

The world was gray again. The milky way had disappeared.

The figure of the Sin, looking at him with an immutable expression, was enough to oppress anyone.

Faces full of hope turned into despair.

Finally—

When the milky way disappeared completely—

[So, what will you do now?]

Asked the Sin, staring at him.

[You have nothing left to do.]

“…You know it well.”

[Even so, you have not abandoned hope.]

The reason why she said that—

Was that she saw that Alon’s gaze did not contain resignation.

[In what are you placing your hope? You cannot do anything else.]

And it was true.

The situation was unimprovably bad.

The three who fought with Alon were incapacitated. Alon too.

Even if he temporarily used the power of a god, if his mana was controlled, he had nothing left.

In this desperate situation—

Alon said:

“I don’t need to do anything.”

Calmly.

He never thought he could defeat a Sin with an attack like that.

An incomprehensible existence whose simple being could destroy a continent. It was obvious she couldn’t fall for something like that.

The reasons why he still tried to attack were two.

One: to verify if the Sin of Greed, who manifested using someone else’s body, was really the same one he had faced countless times in the game.

The other—

“The alarm already rang.”

[…What did you say?]

The Sin asked, but Alon only averted his gaze.

In the distance—

Under the World Tree covering Fildegrin, smoke was rising.

The place where the other mana orbs he had fired had impacted.

And then—

[…They were just fantasies.]

The Sin, who had shown some interest, turned her gaze back to the front.

There were the elves.

All looking at the Sin, terrified.

And then—

[My fun is over.]

Magic began to overflow from her body.

Just releasing mana, a simple act.

But just with that, the Sin who could fill entire Fildegrin with mana—

“H-Hah…”

“W-we are finished…”

The elves trembled, terrified.

[I will eliminate you all at once.]

And while she was about to prepare her magic, convinced of her victory—

[?]

She couldn’t do it.

Because something unsettled her.

She looked at the elves again. They were still trembling with fear. She looked down to see the others. They were also terrified.

Nothing had changed.

Then, why—

‘Ah.’

The Sin, who was observing the scene, understood at last.

It was simple.

‘…They aren’t looking at me.’

The elves were not looking at the Sin.

And when she understood that, she discovered something else.

The sky, previously gray, was now dark.

[…]

The Sin looked up.

In the sky of Greynifra, before full only of gray, something resembling a wall had appeared.

As if a floor had emerged in the sky—

[?]

No.

It wasn’t a wall.

It was—

[…a hand?]

A hand.

So large it covered the entire sky over Fildegrin.

A gigantic hand.

Cold sweat ran down the back of the Sin, who had left behind desires and emotions to become a transcended being.

And only then—

[This is… just like me—]

She realized that behind her was a being like her.

“No. Please, don’t say that.”

When the Sin looked around, the first thing she saw was hair resembling branches.

[Are you—]

“…Yes. That will be fine.”

The next thing she saw—

Were glowing green eyes, which did not lose their light even in this darkness.

And the last thing—

“Yearning.”

The woman who was smiling while nodding.

“Yearning is fine.”

[!]

And the gigantic hand that absorbed the gray clouds in a spiral as it descended upon the Sin.