Fated to Be Loved by Villains

The biggest weakness of intrigant people—who normally had plans for every single thing—was an unexpected variable.

To determine the ‘level’ of such people, you could just see how flexible they were in dealing with situations that deviated from their original plans.

This was pretty much obvious, but Mobius—who was in charge of the Magic Tower—was up there when it came to that, even among other intrigant people.

Hence why…

If the situation could perplex even him, it meant the situation was abnormal in various ways.

“-Fire!”

Accompanied by an outburst of screams in fits, a storm of weapons—which target had been designated manually by Mobius—fired through the surroundings once again.

These weapons came from all the facilities in the Magic Tower…

And each of them boasted at least a Disaster-Level of power.

What about the person who controlled all those weapons?

He was someone who had been named a genius ever since he was born. And now that he had undergone all kinds of mechanizations, special abilities implants, and sorcery enhancements, all sorts of things that were known to be prohibited, his intelligence was bound to grow into a superhuman level at the very least.

To derive all kinds of variables, vectors, and bifurcations of circumstances in an instant. Calculating the optimal countermeasures in any unexpected situations…

Such things were easily achievable with his brain—a brain that had reached the limit of a human’s. With the help of all sorts of calculation devices on top of that, he was able to do something that akin to predicting the future, even if it was only a few seconds forward.

The combination of such weapons and intelligence, produced a disastrous fire net that was shot with paranoia. Coming from his desire to kill his opponent no matter what.

Even the air was burning, while the ground was torn apart. The way the sky turned tranquil and the scenery changed right after being swept by the fire net stood out.

It took quite a while for the dust that soared up to settle down after the bombardment was done.

And yet…

Again…?!

Mobius gritted his teeth as he looked at Dowd Campbell, who was standing just fine even after being bombarded by that fire net.

Somehow, the bombardment didn’t touch him at all.

And this wasn’t the first time either.

This was how the battle had been going on so far.

It was as if he was an insubstantial mirage.

Dowd managed to avoid the bombardment within a hair’s breadth, and held out just fine like that.

Not even a living Dragon Race could survive that! And yet, he…!

As Mobius thought so, Dowd silently walked towards him, wearing an expressionless face. His footsteps echoed, prompting Mobius to grit his teeth tightly to the point that his gum bled.

You damn punk…!

It was probably the thing that made him so bewildered.

Dowd had been dodging all of his perfectly calculated moves so casually like that, for a few times even.

Even though he was the one who was attacking, he was put on the defensive instead.

And that wasn’t even the worst thing.

…He hasn’t even launched a counterattack.

Logically speaking, if someone was able to read all of his moves like that, he’d also be able to come up with a measure to inflict damage on him during the gaps of his bombardment.

But he didn’t do that.

Instead, he slowly walked towards him while dodging all of his attacks. He hadn’t unleashed a single attack that was filled with malice towards him.

Just what is it that he’s aiming for…?

Mobius felt as if he was dreaming.

All of his moves were rendered useless, and he couldn’t guess what Dowd was trying to do.

Am I missing something…?

He already knew how clever and cunning Dowd was, but this was just too strange, even for his standards.

At the very least, it was strange how he had caught up to his ‘calculation speed’—something that Mobius prided as the ‘best in the world’. He believed that this wasn’t just a simple intelligence, but a unique Skill of his.

The fact that Dowd was able to catch up to that…

As if he was unbeatable in such fights…

Made it seem like he could see the future—

“…”

Professor Mobius quickly threw the hypothesis that came to his mind to the bin in his head.

—That’s just absurd.

His conclusion wasn’t baseless either. After all, not even the Gray Devil, a being who could directly mess with the time axis, could directly see into the future.

Not to mention that he had never heard of anyone, even among the Devils who had all kinds of transcendental Authorities, who had such an ability.

…Just what the fuck is it then…?! Fuck, fuck…!

He had the feeling that if this situation were to continue…

Regardless of what kind of ability that man was using…

It would become an established fact that he would lose to that—

Lose…?

As soon as he thought of such a word, Mobius’ mind went blank for a moment.

That was the possibility that he had never thought of.

Me…?

Dying…?

And so, once more…

With the determination that he’d definitely kill the guy in front of him…

He finished the calculations in his head once again—at a terrifying speed—as he stared at Dowd Campbell who was walking towards him with clear footsteps.

“—Fire!”

A storm of dense Magic Power that could completely sweep away all things in its wake began to boil inside all the Magic Tower’s research buildings that he had summoned nearby.

He thought that if the problem was that Dowd could dodge his fire net no matter how he fired them, then he just needed to fire something that would hit the guy as long as he was in the range.

In turn, he’d be turning everything in his attack’s range to ashes, but he deemed it as a necessary sacrifice. After all, he could just build everything back again after he was done, whereas if he were to lose to that man, everything he had built up so far would come to nothing.

While thinking so, blinding light particles burst from all of the buildings nearby. The slaughterous bombardments went on for a while, to the point the research building where the ‘experiment’ was taking place turned into pieces from the bombardments.

Of course, Mobius had gone outside of his own attack range before starting his attack. With the help of various drones, he took his own body up high in the sky.

“…Did that do it?”

“Well, you just jinxed yourself with those words. He’s alive and well now.”

“…!”

Freaking out, Mobius turned to look in the direction of the voice he just heard.

There he was, perching on some of the anti-gravity objects that were floating in the air—who knew how he got there to begin with—swinging his legs around.

It was as if he was making fun of him.

As if saying, ‘Do you think you can hit me with that attack?’.

“You damn…!”

Mobius flipping out and cursing felt like a natural reaction at this point.

And, as a matter of course…

Getting on someone’s nerves had always been Dowd Campbell’s specialty.

Before Mobius could even finish his words, Dowd opened his mouth, saying his piece in a relaxed voice.

“So, is that all?”

“…What?”

As Mobius’ expression instantly went blank, Dowd stealthily looked at his watch.

He yawned—obviously just to offend Mobius.

“I told you I’ll kill you in ten minutes, right?”

“…”

“Well, five minutes had passed. Got anything else you want to show me?”

While saying that, Dowd stroked his chin with a grin.

“You haven’t hit me even once, you know?”

Upon hearing that, a series of several emotions surged up within Mobius in an instant.

“…”

The first thing he felt was suspicion.

Then, the second thing he felt was anxiousness.

And the next thing was…

A boiling anger that felt as if it was burning his brain, blinding his eyes white to the point that he lost his mind in an instant.

“You motherfucker—!!!”

A curse, accompanied by an anger that he had never let out, erupted like a volcano, came out from his vocal cords as if it was brimming over.

Nobody could stand above me! Nobody!

“I’m going to kill you—!”

He began to rack his brain once again.

If he kept a level-head, he would’ve never done this.

It had been a while since the attacks that utilized the whole tower’s facilities had failed more than once. Even if he were to try to come up with other kinds of attacks, there was a high chance that the same thing would just happen again.

After all, even now, he was doing his best, using all means available to him just to hit that man ‘once’. Things wouldn’t change just because he did something else a little bit harder than before.

Again and again.

That man would continuously…

Win against him in the mind game.

As if he was a prey in the man’s grip, his life was being sucked up…

And toyed with by him.

Now, if Mobius could make rational judgment even for a bit, he’d have realized that already.

Instead of continuing this futile effort, he’d try to take a step back to analyze the guy, and make plans to control other upcoming variables.

But…

Just like how he tried to corner that man…

That man somehow managed to reverse the role and did the same to him, making his ‘anger’ eat his mind away instead.

“I could relate, since that’s what you put me through just now.”

Meanwhile…

Dowd, who had been watching him, got up with a smirk.

“It becomes impossible to make any rational judgments when you’re angry, doesn’t it?”

His tone made it sound like he had been waiting for this exact /genesisforsaken