I Am The Game's Villain

"Don't give up so easily."

"LOKI!!!"

The Blood Elves around me erupted in cheers, their faces lighting up as though I were some kind of savior.

It was ridiculous.

I'm a damn Half-Human, stuck in the middle of this war, and yet here I am, helping them. What the hell am I even doing?

I glanced at Edryn, still trembling on the ground, barely clinging to life. Without thinking, I had intervened—kicking Rodolf away from him.

Rodolf and Cylien were supposed to be my allies in this war. They weren't the villains here; they were defending their homeland, Sancta Vedelia. And yet...

I clenched my fists tightly, shaking off the gnawing thoughts clawing at the edges of my mind.

No. Stop overthinking.

I came here for a reason: to save these idiotic Blood Elves. As reckless and stubborn as they were, they weren't bad people. There was something driving them beyond greed—a purpose, something far more important.

I had to put an end to this battle. Somehow.

-BOOM!

My attention snapped to the crater where Rodolf had landed. The air around him rippled as his Prana exploded outward, gusts of prana swirling like a storm.

Slowly, he stood, wiping the blood from his lips. A smirk twisted his face.

"Well, well," he chuckled. "Finally, someone capable. But I don't enjoy fighting women."

I snorted. "The 'woman' just sent you flying and made you bleed. Maybe think twice before underestimating her."

Rodolf's eyes narrowed, his grin fading.

He was easy to rile up. Just as impulsive and hotheaded as that idiot Yanis.

-BAM!

In a flash, Rodolf closed the distance between us, his fist hurtling toward my face with terrifying speed. I barely managed to raise my arm in defense. The impact reverberated through my bones, sending a sharp jolt up my arm as I slid back several meters.

The force of his blow was immense, his Prana radiating with raw, feral strength. But I stood my ground, absorbing the attack.

Rodolf's gaze flickered with realization, his smirk returning, but tinged with wariness.

"You're not normal, are you?" He muttered, studying me with a mixture of suspicion and intereste.

A faint smile tugged at my lips. "Sorry, but I won't hold back this time."

"What—"

Before he could reply, I lunged forward, my fist glowing with Ruah.

-CRACK!

My punch connected with his jaw, the force of it sending him hurtling backward. He tumbled through the air, crashing into the ground a dozen meters away.

Rodolf groaned as he struggled to stand, his expression twisted in shock as he touched his bloodied lips.

He was a werewolf. Not just any werewolf—a royal-blooded one. Physically, he should have been stronger than any other race. Elves, especially, were considered the weakest in terms of raw physicality. And yet, with a single punch, I had sent him flying.

The battlefield grew silent, the stunned faces of the Blood Elves and the Valachians alike reflecting their disbelief.

"Not so tough now, are you?" I muttered, flexing my fingers as Ruah still danced faintly along my arm.

"Can I leave him to you, Loki?" Shuri asked. She was locked in quite a battle with Cylien.

I was impressed she could fight head on against an awakened Cylien, I guess I should have expected this much from Elashor's trusted second.

I nodded, sparing her a brief glance. "Just don't kill her," I added.

I didn't particularly care about Cylien but she was Celeste's close friend. If something happened to her, this girl was going to cry again.

Shuria grimaced but didn't take her eyes off her opponent. "I know that already. Killing a Princess isn't exactly on my agenda."

There was no way she would kill such a precious advantage.

"Same for you. Don't kill him," She added to me since Rodolf was a Moonfang Prince.

I turned my attention back to Rodolf and smirked, "I'll try, but it might be... difficult."

"Y-You bastard…" Rodolf growled, his lips twisting into a feral grin.

I took a step forward, meeting his gaze. "I don't want to hurt you, Princess. So how about you give up? Don't worry, we Elves don't harm powerless women in distress."

"Moonfang Bestial Form!"

Rodolf's answer was immediate.

Prana erupted from his body, a luminous aura engulfing him as his transformation began. His limbs elongated unnaturally, becoming sinewy and sharp-edged. His figure grew leaner, more feral.

"Delta," he growled, his transformation complete.
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I barely had time to appreciate the infamous form of the Werewolves—sleek, agile, deadly—before he moved.

-BAM!

A blur streaked past me, and pain exploded across my back as claws tore through my clothes and raked my skin. I stumbled forward with a groan, the world spinning for a heartbeat.

He was fast. Too fast.

Rodolf began circling me, his speed an overwhelming whirlwind. His footsteps were near silent, his figure a phantom flickering at the edge of my vision. I struggled to track him, even as I muttered, "Reflect—"

-BAM!

Before the mirror could even materialize, his claws slashed across my arm, shredding through fabric and skin. Blood welled up, and I clenched my teeth, hissing in pain.

"Damn it," I muttered, glancing at the deep gouges on my left arm. My fingers brushed against the slick warmth of blood.

As if I didn't already have enough scars marking this battered body!

Persephone's mirrors were useless against him. At our current level of Ascension, we were almost evenly matched. I had the edge being at the peak of the Eighth Ascension, but it wasn't enough to bridge the gap in senses. His speed remained beyond my ability to fully perceive.

Which meant only one thing: I had to make my body react faster.

"Raven Arts."

A crimson aura ignited around me, tendrils of blood flickering like blood-soaked flames. My skin paled as the toll on my body became immediate, but it was necessary.

Rodolf circled me again. Then, with a blur of motion, he lunged.

-Spurt!

His claws raked across my sides, a flash of pain and the warmth of blood spreading instantly. But this time, I moved faster. Before he could vanish into the whirlwind again, my hand shot out and grabbed hold of his shirt.

Rodolf's yellow slit eyes narrowed dangerously as he realized his mistake.

He slashed at me with great speed, claws aiming for my face. I raised my arm in defense, letting his strikes tear into my flesh instead. The sharp sting radiated through my arm, but I held firm.

"My turn." A wicked smirk curled on my lips as I tightened my grip on his shirt, my free hand forming into a solid fist.

The drawback of the Delta Bestial Form was clear: though Rodolf was blindingly fast, his body had become weaker. Exploiting that flaw, I summoned a mirror beneath us.

With a surge of strength, I lifted Rodolf high into the air. His struggles grew frantic, but it was too late.

"Reflect me this fucker!!" I roared, slamming him down with all my might.

-BAM!!

"A-ARGHH!!"

Rodolf's face collided with the mirror in a sickening crunch, the reflective surface cracking beneath the impact. Blood splattered in all directions as his body was flung into the air from the force.

Mid-flight, Rodolf twisted his body with amazing agility and landed on the ground in a crouch, clutching his chest and glaring at me. His breathing was labored, and his expression was twisted.

"I'd recommend switching forms, Rodolf," I sneered, pulling a small vial from my pocket. Without hesitation, I emptied the healing liquid over my bleeding arms and back. The burning sensation was immediate, as though acid seared my wounds, but I clenched my teeth and bore it.

Rodolf's snarl deepened as he pushed himself upright. "Moonfang Bestial Form... ALPHA!!"

His transformation began anew. His body expanded, becoming taller and bulkier, his limbs thickening with dense muscle. His elongated frame now radiated raw strength. Though he sacrificed speed, the gleam in his sharp eyes warned me that his focus and strength had increased exponentially.

With a ground-shaking kick, Rodolf launched himself toward me like a cannonball.

Even with his reduced speed, he was still fast—dangerously fast. But now, I could see him.

"Reflect—aghhh!!"

The mirror I summoned shattered instantly as Rodolf's fist slammed into my face. Pain erupted like a thunderclap, and I felt the sickening crunch of my nose breaking.

I was hurled through the air, crashing into the side of a house.

"F-Fuck…" I groaned, the impact leaving my back screaming in agony. Blood poured from my nose, and I pinched it with trembling fingers.

"Damn it…" I muttered, bracing myself. With a single, sharp motion, I twisted my nose back into place.

-Crack!

"Ugh…" A tear slipped down my cheek from the sharp, burning pain.

But there was no time to recover. Rodolf was already mid-air, closing the distance with alarming speed.

He might be really pissed off.

"Reflect.." I summoned three mirrors this time in front of me.

Once Rodolf was close to me he swung his claws glowing with even denser Prana.

-CRACK!

-CRACK!

-Crack!

"Oh, shit…"

-SPURT!