World’s Strongest Became the Game’s Weakest Villain

Moonlight leaked in from the tiny window at the top of the cell, the three iron bars only good for holding people inside.

In a small prison cell where the smell of watered walls merged with the scent of moss and algae, a young lady sat on the ground.

Even the crescent moon couldn't compare with the beauty of her snow-white hair that flowed down her back and spread on the ground, yet no one seemed to care.

The hems of her purple dress spread on the floor and her veil hid away her face, yet no one seemed to care.

A chuckle escaped her as she rested her head on her knees.

Just a week back, not even the emperor would have dared to touch a hair on her body, but now.

"Who is this girl anyway?"

"We are being paid. That's all. I doubt those Acacia's would care about a single girl."

Even thugs of the underground district didn't care about who she was.

She was being forgotten by the entire world.

"Should I have not sent him back...?"

The lady thought but quickly shook her head.

That man was peculiar, but that would change now.

He must have gone back, and fallen asleep.

Even if it was just for a second, it was enough.

He was a person that made her strangely curious. But all of it didn't matter now.

As long as a person slept, they would forget her existence.

Slowly, surely, at the same pace as the rest of the world, everyone will forget her.

How vexing.

It made her laugh.

A spell, a happening that could only be done by a demon.

She found it odd at first, but realized how hopeless the situation was.

Someone that had made a deal with a demon, she knew of such people. They were the very people she had to serve.

The Imperial family of Atreus.

They had made their choice and used a God-Ranked spell to completely eradicate her existence.

She laughed again.

"They curse me till the end."

From the day she was born, she was cursed by that family. That lineage.

It was the duty of the Acacia since the beginning of the empire to prepare the most beautiful flower that could bloom in the mortal realm. And so they did.

With each passing generation, they devoted themselves to this duty and created her.

A flower that couldn't show her face to others.

A flower that didn't bloom, but enraptures. She was born with a curse of charm.

A mere glimpse of her face was enough to make anyone become her devout slave. So had done her mother and her brother, countless maids and servants, and hundreds of citizens.

All of them had turned into lifeless puppets who could only move as she wanted. Who held no desire but her

Vexing.

Her life had been vexing.

Being forgotten.

She wanted to protest, she wanted to fight, but it didn't take long for her to realize that this small curse would painlessly remove her cursed existence.

Her family would return to their senses, her servants that couldn't even eat until she trained them to would move again, and the citizens that were no better than the dead would come to life again.

Her damned, wretched existence would disappear.

They had already forgotten her to the point of not removing her veil.

This bandit group settled in a mountain a couple of miles away from the empire. Even if she died here, it wouldn't matter.

No.

It would be better if she died here.

The spell would work anyway. So what if she wasn't alive? She was already as good as dead.

As she started thinking of how she would like to pass away, she thought of her guard again.

It seemed he hadn't slept since the beginning of the month.

But that had changed now. He was likely sleeping peacefully already. The thought of duty towards her must have disappeared. Even if he could, he wouldn't have noticed her gone.

The last person to remember her, had forgotten her too.

"I wished it would have been more fun."

A final person to remember her.

Since she was going to go anyway, she wanted it to be something she could remember. Maybe something tragic, or romantic, a fun final memory.

"Too late now," the lady sighed.

Right then, a voice boomed out of the cell.

"Leader!!" A bandit screamed.

"What?"

"Intruder! We have an intruder!!"

The lady's eyes widened.

Were there other prisoners here?

"What? How many!?"

"O-one! Just one! It's that white-haired adventurer that was with the target!!"

The lady's thoughts stopped.

White-haired adventurer.

She knew someone who fit that exact impression.

"Guard..."

Her murmur went unheard as the leader of the bandits screamed.

"H-HIM!? I-IT'S DUSK!! FUCKING RUN!!"

Moonlight leaked in from the tiny window at the top of the cell.

In the small prison cell. A veiled young lady wore a bitter smile.

She would live a bit longer.

***

"Stop right there, you bastard!"

"Get him at once!"

A strike of lightning came gushing toward me. I flicked it off with the back of my palm.

Following right after, a dozen or so spells of different elements formed weapons in thin air and rushed toward me.

Fuckers.

I slammed a foot down on the ground. Small pebbles soared up.

With a swing of my hand, I grabbed all of the pebbles in front of me. My hand swung backward and the pebbles shot out in the air.

"AHK!"

"GAH!!"

The spells were crushed by the force behind the small stones, and the remaining made holes through the heads of the bandits around.

These weren't people I had hired.

I didn't want the lady to be harmed in the first place, so I told those two adventurers to come kidnap her themselves and frame some random gang, not take her away. These were real kidnappers hired by someone else.

With each step I took, the mountain path trembled.

I didn't want to bother with these small fries. Everyone that came in my way was stabbed away through the stomach.

A strong aura approached halfway through the top.

"You, I commend you for making it this far."

It was a muscular man carrying a greatsword. He looked like a big shot amongst the bandits. Perfect.

"But, you, unfortunately, have to face me—Agahag!"

I kneed the bastard square in the jaw. With a Ki-filled kick, I destroyed his sword and stomped his head against the ground.

"Where is she..."

I growled.

Saving someone after they were kidnapped?

That was fucking lame! A strong person handled the situation before it began!

"W-who...?"

I drove the man's head further into the ground.

"Return the lady you fucker."

I still have a score to settle with her.