The Villain Is Destined to Die: But as the Creator, I know All Endings

There was a short stillness.

The chimeras froze mid-step. The lesser demons stopped laughing, their hideous grins stiffening into silence.

All eyes turned to the source.

A lone human stood calmly beside a corpse that had just collapsed to the ground.

Alice.

Her purple scythe dripped black in colour, but she didn't look bothered. Leon told her not to look bothered and to act as coldly as she could muster.

She wiped the blood away with a flick of her wrist, then casually raised her chin, flashing a smug expression as if to say, Is that all you assholes got?

There were a total of forty lesser demons stationed outside the caves, scattered across the beehive-like mountain wall. Each one had been watching the fight as if it were a show. Now, after seeing one of their own fall, and by the hands of a human no less, their faces twisted in rage.

Bang.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

The mountain shook with the rhythm. The rest of the demons slammed their weapons against the walls; the steel clanged and echoed like war drums in the open space.

That sound triggered a reaction.

All three hundred chimeras turned their heads at once, their neck bones snapping with a grotesque crack. Their hollow eyes glowed faintly red, and every one of them locked onto Alice.

Leon grinned. His golden eyes narrowed into slits.

"Bunch of retards."

Demons prided themselves on one thing: pride.

No matter the rank or species, no matter how intelligent or stupid, they all shared a twisted urge.

The death of their kin was something they could never ignore. It was instinctual. Primitive. And unbreakable.

That very instinct was the reason they had survived for so long. Even after the Demon God was slain and sealed away, their unity never wavered. They did not scatter, nor did they collapse under infighting. They stayed intact, feeding on that urge, supporting one another even in loss.

And now, that urge was now shared by all three hundred chimeras trained on Alice.

Leon's grin only widened. His tongue briefly traced his upper lip.

While their focus was distracted, he began preparing himself.

He lowered his stance, knees bent, both hands gripping his Moonblade.

The Moonblade pulsed faintly in his hands, like it was alive. Like it understood exactly what Leon wanted.

He remembered Miss Lumina's words.

"This sword is my only partner left. You have to treat her like one."

According to her, some swords didn't like being treated as mere tools. If you did, they would rebel. That was what she said about the Moonblade.

'Treat her the same way you treat the thing you love…' Leon repeated in his head.

Then he froze.

'What do I even love?'

His mind raced, and the only thing that came up was… his RS5 gaming console. Just thinking about it made his chest ache. That console had been the one thing he loved, cherished, maybe even worshipped.

But a sword? A partner? No. He had never felt love for a person, never cared for anything living.

'Ah, fuck. Do weapons really need love?' He frowned.

He didn't even remember coding this crap into the game.

But this wasn't a game anymore.

He sighed and focused inward, down to his chest.

There was something there… warmth. That strange, persistent feeling he had been getting lately whenever he was near Miss Lumina.

By now, he knew what it was. Shin's fragment of memory, the one his soul had accidentally absorbed back then. It's a rare thing in the Astral World. A random probability, nothing more.

And once he returned to the real world, both the fragment and the feeling would vanish.

Still, it was there for now. That warmth.

He grasped at it, let it spread through his chest. His grip on the Moonblade tightened, and for the first time, he didn't treat it like a weapon. He held it with the same strange warmth beating in his heart.

The blade pulsed back, resonating with him with more purity this time.

The Moonblade glowed faintly white, as light shimmered across its edge like moonlight caught on water.

Mana pulsed through Leon's mana core, each pulse syncing with Leon's own heartbeat.

Leon's eyes sharpened.

This time, he would give it his all.

Dust rose around Leon's feet as the ground beneath his feet lightly cracked.

"Alright then," he whispered.

He raised the Moonblade to his side.

His stance was flawless. The same type as Miss Lumina, when she pulled the same move.

Leon's goal: To take the head of all forty Lesser Demons.

[Jinsoku Style]

[Blind Blade]

In the blink of an eye, Leon's figure vanished. As if he was never there to begin with. All three hundred chimera, and those stupid Lesser demons had their eyes focused on Alice. Even though Leon had taken out five chimeras before, they still dared to ignore him at this point, thinking that he was less bothersome than the one who took down their own kind.

WEEEEeeeeee–!!

An elongated whistle sound echoed through the whole of Black Mountain. One time it came from the right, another time from the left, then again from the right, and again from the left. The whistle sound ended just two seconds later.

—Step.

Alice turned her head to her right at the sound of someone's foot.

She saw Leon standing beside her, his hair sticking upwards as if he had just fallen from the sky. The Moonblade was still in his hand, the white light on it dimming.

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

Dozens of heads rolled from the mountain top, tumbling down and showering the ground right before Alice's eyes.

"..."

Alice blinked. Her scythe nearly slipped from her hand.

All forty stood there headless, their bodies swaying like broken dolls before collapsing one by one.

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her eyes widened.

"What the actual fuck…" she finally breathed.

It wasn't awe. It wasn't fear. It was pure, brain-numbing shock.

Even she, the loud-mouthed, vulgar Alice, was left speechless.

Because what Leon had just done was beyond crazy. It was insane.

It was the kind of moment that made your spine tingle.

Leon's gaze still glowed with a golden hue, fixed effortlessly on a lone figure standing afar. Lumina.

He didn't know what Miss Lumina thought of him. Would she praise him? Or scold him and tell him never to do it again?

"Haahh… Haaahh… Haaahhh…" Leon huffed. His chest rose and fell heavily.

He didn't have Alice's stamina. After that move, his body was in bad shape.

Ever since the beginning, when Miss Lumina had sliced through those chimeras in a single flash, one question had been stuck in his head.

How did she pull it off?

At first, Leon thought it was pure sword art. But it wasn't. It was something more. A combination.

The sword art [Feathered Blade], a technique that made the blade lighter than a feather, with sharpness and stealth presence beyond reason… and Lumina's unique skill [Flash Shift], which allowed her to move at the speed of sound. Together, they created a terrifying new form.

That was the [Jinsoku Style], the one Shin had taught her.

Leon didn't have [Flash Shift]. But he had something else.

A short-distance teleportation skill, the one he copied from Alice.

That gave him an idea.

Unlike Lumina, who had to manually cover the ground even with her speed, Leon's teleportation was absolute. Instant. In short bursts, it was superior.

By fusing [Jinsoku Style] with his [Zero Point], Leon had crafted his own version.

And after a moment's thought, he gave it a name.

[Blind Blade].

Because to make it work, Leon has to teleport straight into every blind spot.

"Ugh—!" Leon clutched his mouth and dropped to his knees. "Shit, I'm gonna throw up."

He had just used [Zero Point] forty times in a row while keeping the Moonblade's form intact. His mana was almost drained dry. Every muscle in his body screamed, and standing felt like lifting a mountain.

"What's the point of having it if you can only use it once?" Alice mocked, playing with her scythe.

Leon forced a crooked grin, his voice weak.

"Heh… I know you're jealous. Your face says it all."

Alice snorted. "Coming from the guy crawling on the ground right now."

Leon slammed the Moonblade into the dirt for support, his vision blurring even more. 'Damn, this shitty body. I need some real physical training when I get back to the real world.'

Alice scanned the field. The chimeras still stood idle below; they all acted mindlessly, but the forty lesser demons were gone.

"Well, looks like it's over," she muttered.

A yellow window blinked in front of them.

Progress: [|||||||||||||||84%---]

"Hoho…" Alice smirked. "What rank do you think we're getting?"

Leon exhaled, smiling faintly. "Probably Rank 1."

"Krmmmm, but didn't those lesser demons go down too easily? Even for Lesser Demon?"

Leon already knew why.

"This is just a class allotment test. And it's a two-star book. What else did you expect?"

Alice yawned. "Tch, right. Eighty-four percent done. I just wanna go back to my dorm and sleep. Fuck this test."

"Who the fuck takes a class allotment exam this long?" she cursed, kicking one of the headless corpses.