Villain With The Absolute Evil Sytem

The moon hunglow in the night sky, casting a pale glow over the empty streets, doing a worse job compared to the street lights that lined up as Lumian strolled home.

 His hands were shoved into his pockets, his mind lost in thought. His lips curled into a faint smirk as he contemplated the inevitable showdown with Michael. The pieces of his revenge were falling into place, but he knew the final act would unleash hell. 

Michael wouldn't take the destruction lying down, and Lumian wasn't naive enough to think his Corruption skill alone would suffice in an active battle. Michael's lightning was as lethal as it was destructive, and Lumian needed something more—something stronger. 

"More CT," he muttered under his breath. The thought of upgrading his skill excited him, but earning the necessary Chaos Tokens wasn't as easy as picking coins off the street.

"It would be nice if I could get another skill also, I'll check with the system later"

As if the universe was answering his dark musings, a loud cry pierced the quiet of the night. Lumian's sharp gaze darted toward a shadowy alley where the sound had come from. Moments later, a man burst out, clutching a purse and a fistful of jewelry. His steps were hurried, frantic, as if he were fleeing the devil himself. 

Lumian raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Amateur," he muttered. He turned into the alley, curious to see what was left behind. 

Inside, he found a young woman bent over the lifeless body of a man who looked slightly older than her. Blood pooled beneath him, staining the concrete, and his pallor was ghostly white. The young woman sobbed uncontrollably, her voice hoarse as she pleaded for him to wake up. 

Lumian approached the scene with an air of indifference, his eyes cold and calculating. He assessed the situation, noting the lack of finesse in the robbery. 

"If it were me," he murmured to himself, "I'd have stabbed both of them but kept them alive just long enough for their organs to be harvested." 

The woman's tear-streaked face turned toward him, her expression filled with shock and desperation. She hadn't fully registered what he'd said, her mind too consumed by grief. "Call an ambulance!" she screamed. "He's dying! That guy took our phones—please, help me!" 

Lumian's gaze hardened as he looked down at her. Her voice grated on him, and the faintest flicker of disgust crossed his face. "Shut up," he said coldly. 

The command was so firm, so devoid of emotion, that the woman immediately fell silent. 

"Get up," Lumian ordered. "Follow me." 

Still in shock, the woman obeyed without question. As they walked through the city streets, Lumian began to talk. 

"Love," he said, his tone almost conversational. "People throw the word around like it means something. They dedicate their lives to it, die for it, kill for it… but in the end, what is it, really?" 

The woman, now eerily calm, listened to him as if in a trance. Perhaps it was her grief, or perhaps it was something more, but she didn't interrupt. 

They reached a high-rise building, the tallest one in the area. Lumian led her up the stairwell, his voice echoing as he continued his musings on love. "It's just a chain, really. Something to keep people in line. If you really loved him, you'd want to be with him, wouldn't you? Even in death." 

The woman faltered but nodded slowly. 

They stepped onto the rooftop, the city sprawling beneath them like a glittering tapestry. Lumian turned to her, his expression unreadable. 

"Do you love him?" he asked. 

"Yes," she whispered. 

"Then prove it," Lumian said nonchalantly. "Jump." 

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she thought she had misheard him. "What?" 

Lumian repeated himself, his tone as casual as if he were asking her to pass the salt. "If you truly love him, jump. Join him." 

The woman recoiled, her confusion quickly turning to anger. "You're insane! I don't have to prove anything to you! I don't even know why I followed you up here!" 

Lumian tilted his head, his lips curving into a faint smile. "You followed me because you know I'm right. Deep down, you feel it too, don't you? That emptiness. That longing. Don't fight it." 

She shook her head vehemently. "No! You're wrong! You're—" 

Lumian sighed, cutting her off. "I really wanted to do this without using Corruption," he muttered. "Oh well." 

He stepped closer and placed a firm hand on her shoulder. She flinched but didn't pull away. 

Activating his skill, Lumian began to whisper, his voice low and soothing. "He's gone. You'll never see him again. The world is cruel, empty. But you can escape it. You can be with him again. Just one step… and all the pain goes away." 

The woman's resistance wavered, her eyes glazing over as Lumian's Corruption seeped into her mind. Tears streamed down her face as she stepped toward the ledge, her movements mechanical. 

But just as she was about to jump, Lumian stopped her. 

"Wait," he said. "Not here." 

She blinked, her trance momentarily broken. "What?" 

Lumian gestured to another part of the rooftop. "Jump from over there. It'll cause more chaos if you land in the middle of the road. Imagine the cars screeching to a halt, the crashes, the confusion… Isn't that a better way to honor him?" 

The woman hesitated, but the Corruption pushed her forward. She moved to the new spot and climbed onto the ledge. 

For a brief moment, a flicker of clarity returned to her eyes. She looked back at Lumian, her lips trembling. 

"Do I… really have to?" 

Lumian's smile widened. "Yes." 

And with that, she jumped. 

As she fell, Lumian leaned against the railing, watching her descent with detached interest. "Let's hope she lands on a car," he mused. "More traffic, more chaos." 

A sickening *splat* echoed through the air as her body collided with a moving vehicle. The car screeched to a halt, causing a chain reaction of collisions behind it. Horns blared, people shouted, and chaos erupted on the street below. 

[+80 CT]

[+100 CT]

[+ 50 CT]

[+500 CT]

[+200 CT]…

Lumian's eyes lit up with excitement as he watched the scene unfold. "Not a bad outcome," he said to himself. 

He turned to leave, his steps light and unhurried. As he reached the stairwell, he paused and scratched his head. 

"What was her name again?" he muttered. A moment later, he shrugged. "Right, I didn't ask. Shame. I like knowing the names of my victims. Maybe next time." 

And with that, he disappeared into the night, with a satisfied smile on his face.