I Got Reincarnated as the Game's Villain

It's been three days since the last fight with a literal house.

At this point, I am so hungry I could literally eat another human.

But I won't. That would be disgusting.

Anyway, I've concluded that finding any edible monsters in this world is a pipe dream. All I've seen over the past few days are either poisonous or straight-up disgusting creatures that are too repulsive to consider as food.

No matter how hungry I am, I just couldn't consider that stuff edible. And that's made me weary.

I know I'm not the only one in this world. It's probably because the world is so massive that I haven't stumbled upon anyone yet. But that's beside the point. The real issue here is my hunger.

This might be a widespread problem, and while cannibalism is too extreme for me to consider—thanks to whatever shred of moral upbringing I have left and how revolting the thought itself is—there's a chance that others aren't as restrained.

There are probably people out there hunting their own kind. Add to that the vampires who might've long since lost their self-control. Then there are the elves, but I doubt those morally upright beings would stoop to something so revolting. As for the merfolk from the Marmadian Empire? I doubt I'll encounter any of them here. No, I probably won't see any at all. Those people are more prideful than even the elves, who are the epitome of arrogance. Plus, merfolk hate staying away from their underwater world for too long—they get homesick easily.

Well, at least that's what the game said.

There are other races in this world, but most are so small in population that they rarely interact with the outside world. The only ones I feel I might encounter here are the beastfolk, vampires, elves, and humans like myself.

Rustle!

Huh?

What the hell was that?

I rushed and hid behind a bush as I heard a rustling sound up ahead. Slowly, I began creeping toward the source of the noise. Crawling for a while, I stopped and placed both hands on the bush blocking my view. Gently, I pushed it aside—and what my eyes landed on left me staring, dumbfounded.

The person I was staring at turned to look at me, their mouth hanging open and eyes wide.

It was her.

"Priscilla?" I blurted, realization dawning on her face.

She looked down at herself—at what she was doing.

"KYAAAAAAAAAA!" she screamed, her face flushing red as she hurled countless fireballs at me.

"Damn it!" I cursed, instinctively raising my hand to conjure a barrier of ice.

BOOM!

The fire exploded on impact, and due to the difference in levels, I was blasted backward.

"Cilla! Are you okay?!" I heard a familiar voice call out, and my frown deepened.

"Leo," I muttered under my breath.

"Y-yes, I'm fine! Don't come closer!" she yelled, frantically trying to cover herself.

She hurriedly fixed that, and before I knew it, the bitch was upon me.

However, I wasn't so powerless as to just let her incapacitate me. The moment her hands reached for me, I grabbed her by the neck. She was startled—probably too shocked to believe I'd reacted at such insane speed.

She struggled to move, but one word from me stopped her cold.

"Move, and I'll freeze your windpipe," I said, my voice icy as the chill from my palm spread to her neck.

"…"

She remained silent, though I could hear her gritting her teeth.

"Why did you suddenly attack me?" I asked, though I already knew the answer.

I had caught her in a compromising situation—she'd been urinating. But did that justify her trying to kill me outright?!

"You disgusting, peeping, perverted bastard! How dare you ask me that?!" she snapped through clenched teeth, though she didn't move, likely still cautious of my threat.

"Oh, that's rich coming from a shameless, uncultured, two-faced exhibitionist bitch," I retorted with my own string of insults. She glared at me so fiercely that if looks could kill, she'd already be hiding my corpse.

"I'll kill you," she hissed, her voice filled with fury.

Oddly enough, I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction seeing someone so much more powerful than me at my mercy.

I don't know how to explain it. If the system were here, it might've given me a better answer. But I think it's a passive skill from the Chronos Blessing. The moment she rushed at me with the intent to harm, time had slowed down considerably. My eyes could track her movements, and if not for that, I'd probably be at death's door right now.

"I swear," she muttered, and something dark inside me stirred.

I couldn't explain it, but I felt an unsettling satisfaction in seeing her powerless like this. And, for some reason, I wanted more.

"Oh, will you?" I taunted, tightening my grip as the ice spread further. Her eyes widened, and she tried to pull away.

"I don't think you'll get the chance, though," I mused.

This might actually be convenient.

If I could eliminate one variable—one pawn of fate that would inevitably become a huge pain in the ass in the future—I would save myself a great deal of trouble. I hadn't been able to understand why before, but after what Stem said, it became clear. The hatred I feel toward her isn't just some fleeting sentiment or conscience; it's something implanted in Amael from childhood. It was ingrained within him so he would always oppose the children of destiny.

By merging with Amael, I've started to share his emotions—this hatred and this pain. There's no telling whether these so-called heroes don't feel a similar sense of revulsion when encountering a villain like me.

That's probably why it's easier for heroes to become friends instantly than for a villain and a hero to find common ground.

Huh?

What is this feeling—?

FUCK!

I let go of her neck and punched her straight in the gut. She collapsed, her eyes wide as she coughed violently.

Damn it. She might attract that simp and his group.

I quickly covered her mouth and landed another punch to completely incapacitate her. This time, I coated my fist with an immense amount of ether, encasing it in ice. It should've done some real damage, I think.

"Argh… ugh," she coughed, looking at me. For some reason, her face was flushed red, and there was this weird expression in her eyes.

What the fuck is wrong with this psycho?

"You… you're that Zander guy, aren't you? If that's even your real name," she coughed again, trying to stand, but I pinned her to the ground as the sound of approaching footsteps reached my ears.

That fucking simp! I swear I don't understand how someone can be this pathetic.

"They're coming… they'll get you," she laughed weakly, and I turned to look her in the eyes.

"I can kill you now," I said firmly, my gaze locking with hers. She probably sensed I wasn't bluffing.

"Do it," she grinned.

Damn it! Why do I feel like the tables just turned?

The reason she was able to guess who I am is probably because she tried using that strange relic Lily talked about. Unlike last time, when I couldn't sense it due to my lack of mana, now, with my ether—which is far more efficient—I could feel it. Some strange pinkish mana was trying to infiltrate my body.

"Fine then, but I'll make it painful," I muttered, deciding to force her to surrender by showing her the face of death and watching her crumble. Then, I could make a deal.

Yes, a deal.

Although I wanted to kill her now, there was a chance she had something valuable—something I could use. Food, for instance. Given how often she and her group are out on missions, they must have supplies stored in a spatial ring.

I grabbed her by the neck, my hands turning frosty as tiny needles of ice sprouted and pricked her skin. Simultaneously, I began choking her as the frost worked its wonders.

"Ugh," she whimpered. Her eyes trembled, and as she opened her mouth to scream, I coated it with ice.

Multiple balls of fire manifested around me, encircling us, but with a snap of my fingers and a hefty chunk of ether, I summoned a cocoon of ice that enclosed us. Inside, she stared deeply into my eyes. She tried to protect herself by coating her skin with mana, but my ether was far stronger. My grip tightened as her legs thrashed in a futile attempt to escape.

Fuck.

At this point, I felt like some manic strangler trying to choke the life out of her.

"Argh!" I groaned as something stabbed into my knee. Looking down, I saw she had somehow managed to produce a dagger, its blade coated in fire, and stabbed through the ice protecting my leg.

Damn it!

I increased the pressure around her neck, watching as she started to shake from lack of air. But…

…something was wrong.

Her eyes rolled back, and her body squirmed.

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THIS BITCH? IS SHE ACTUALLY ENJOYING THIS?!

Disgusted, I let go of her neck. At this point, it felt more like I was rewarding her than trying to kill her.

The cocoon of ice shattered, leaving her dazed. I quickly grabbed her spatial ring and inspected its contents.

Damn.

No way.

JUST HOW RICH IS SHE?!

I couldn't comprehend the amount of sepha inside, not to mention the relics and treasures. But…

…there was no food.

Damn it.

I looked back at her as she began regaining her senses.

'Tsk. A masochist. The worst type of person to torture,' I thought, feeling a headache coming on.

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