Erotic RPG: I am in the Game world, But My Heroines are Villainesses



A place where the sky was rumbling.

Where a scene of destruction had already taken place.

It was the place where two people were standing.

A man with a bulky build whose hands were holding a scythe.

His face was getting ugly, with his eyes bloodshot and saliva spurting from his mouth.

On top of him was a bright red orb with liquid.

A bright red orb that was giving the impression of something hideous.

Brown aura and orange fires were supplying the blood-red orb in the air, making it even more destructive.

And, in front of the scene, there was a young man with his hands holding his sword.

His breath was calm, with his blood-red eyes eradicating tranquility.

His body was slender, and his breath was stable.

He slowly lowered his gaze while taking his position for the incoming attack.

"TAKE THIS!"

With a loud shout, the man lowered his scythe aiming at the boy in his front.

"Sword of Annihilation. Null Space."

As a response, the boy mumbled slightly while clenching his legs with his aura focusing on his body.

At that moment, the bubble exploded.

/SWOOSH/ /SPLASH/ /SPLASH/ /SWOOSH/ /SWIRL/

Spreading threads of cuts around the environment.

With fire mana coveting the blood slashes, it looked like a knot of threads that were being released rapidly.

With each passing millisecond, the number of blood slashes thrown into the environment was increasing.

At least it should have been.

However, something was in the equation aside from the blood liquid that was blasting off.

It was the boy that was standing there.

No, calling him standing right there and waiting was wrong.

He was actually moving.

He was moving but at a speed that had far exceeded the speed that a normal eye could perceive.

And with each step of his, he was displaying a swordsmanship that would make most of the swordsmen left in awe.

His moves were nothing graceful.

It was just as efficient as it should be.

With simple moves, he deflected every strike that came to his face.

And he didn't just settle with deflecting.

He was also converting the energy that was spread from the attack into a specific pattern that would make the following attack he would deflect clash with it, making it nullify.

That was the sword technique that the young man developed on his own.

Null Space was the name of the technique, and it was a befitting name.

"What?"

Even the spirit inside the weapon that witnessed such a sight was dumbfounded by the response.

"Kurgh-"

As for the man that was holding the scythe. 

By using an attack that had far exceeded his limits, he had already injured himself gravely because of his own foolishness.

Coughing a mouthful of blood, the only thing he could do was wait to recover.

/SWOOSH/ /CLANK/

Of course, the boy in front of him was not going to give him the time to do it.

With the last bit of blood thread getting blocked by the pitch-black estoc, the boy lowered his posture again.

/CRACKLE/ 

With his sword imbued lightning mana and his arms and legs releasing particles of electricity, he was ready to move.

"Sword of Annihilation. Last Breath."

/CIIZT/ /SWOOSH/

Disappearing from the place he was staying, a bolt of lightning surged through the body of the man holding scythe.

"DODGE!"

The weapon tried to inform the host that was using him, but not to avail because the man was already exhausted enough not to move.

/THUD/

And then a sound of something was heard.

It was the sound of someone collapsing to the ground.

"Hukk-!"

It was the man that was holding the scythe with his hands.

Blood was pouring from his mouth, like some sort of river.

His hands were shaking, slowly losing their life….

In the midst of his chest, there was a hole.

The place where his heart was supposed to be, was now empty.

With blood spurting from here.

And behind him was Callius, with his sword, Nihil, dripping blood from its tip.

"Hisss…." 

With a frost breath to cool his body, he turned his eyes back.

"Kurghk-"

To see the dying man as the result of his attack.

And not long after, Thomas finally closed his eyes while his breathing stopped.

He was dead now.

However, just as Callius was about to check his pulse, suddenly, the blood started swirling around again.

Entering the place where his heart was supposed to be.

In milliseconds, the wound, the hole that was in his chest, was immediately healed, closing the gap.

Then the body stood up from the ground again, with his skin being changed visibly.

Tattoos with red color started appearing on his body while his skin was being covered by bright red scales.

"Ahh…."

And then the same voice Callius heard from the weapon came from the mouth of the man this time.

But, Callius paid no heed to the transformation going in front of him.

"There is no need to wait for transformation this time."

In the real world, there are no cutscenes.

There is no need to watch while the person in front of you is transforming if it is not for your purpose.

As for this case, since the evil spirit willingly transferred his soul to Thomas' body, there was no need for me to wait anymore since he was not descending from another realm like Otakemaru did.

'All Seeing Eye.'

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Name – Veraanix

Age – Unknown

Class – Kin of Dark

Mage Rank – 5-star

Knight Rank – 5-star

Attributes – Blood

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Which was something I have also confirmed with my [All Seeing Eye]. Therefore, there was no need for me to stop at any moment.

'Veraanix, huh? I didn't expect to see you here.'

That was what I thought, seeing the panel in front of me.

'But, now all of this makes sense, though I should finish you first.'

Thinking that, I lowered my ground.

'Sword of Annihilation. Execution Sword.'

/CRACKLE/ /SWOOSH/

"Finally, I a-"

Before he could finish his speech, I pierced the mana core that was now changed by the spirit of the weapon.

eαglesnᴏνel "AAAQAAARGH! WHAT A-"

Destroying the connection that he inserted himself while also letting Nihil absorb the energy inside the core.

With a vortex of pitch-black darkness appearing around the body and slowly absorbing the bright crimson aura.