Villain of my own novel



By lowering the number of alphabets the groups following their tracks would encounter, they would have chance to learn about new techniques and methods, that they themselves could improvise and utilise, far more efficiently than those that actually used those skills, because no matter what, their, the prototypes, minds were connected.

A single mind cannot defeat a group of minds. It was right to think so, because a mind is unique from person to person, and if their thoughts and ideas are brought into one, it leads to a group of successful people, and in the case of these prototypes, a group of successfully strong monsters.

'My success is waiting a foot away from me, teasing me to grab hold of it, do I dare?' Ecrirn muttered in his mind.

The answer to his question would only be answered if there didn't exist something called hesitation.....

So, would he hesitate?

"of course not!" He was a researcher, and a proud one at that. If something like hesitation ever existed in him, he was better of being a dead man! Whatever he was today, was thanks to the fact that he never hesitated to get something if he wanted to, and it was going to be like that until however long he lived!

[Prototypes! We'll implement "Reverse Attrition" tactic, I do not know if it really exists, but we are going to fight a losing battle. You will die to the enemies, so that I can get the data, which shall be implanted into Prototype-Ace!] Ecrirn commanded inwardly, and without thinking—which they were unable to—or hesitating—a feeling that was removed with the rest—except for Prototype-X26, all the other prototypes moved, complying with the command of their creator.

He cut off the communicative link between him and prototypes, he glanced back at the only "child" he was fond of, Prototype-X26.

"My lovely child, with this, we'll rule the world that has fallen to the apocalypse!" Ecrirn muttered while stroking Prototype-X26's haired head, as drowsiness drowned him.

And,

THUD-!

With a loud thud, Prototype-Z26's body fell on top the ground, and Prototype-X26, who "understood" what had happened, moved towards a certain, armed, room and entered without a care in the world, soon his gaze fell on a old, bald man's figure, laying naked on a bed, covered in perspiration.

Prototype-X26 walked towards the old man as his second right arm creeped up to the old man's neck,

GRIP-!

The old body shuddered while unconscious when Prototype-X26 gripped the old man's neck without a single expression on his creepy face, but before he really killed the old man, the prototype loosened his grip.

"You're lucky, I still need you, geezer...."

*

In a room lit with candles and adorned with large reverent portraits. In a bit more easier words, it was a room that screamed "I'm a fanatic!"

And at the end of the room proudly stood a statue, with its head held high as if it was looking down at everything in exasperation. Of course, it was made from the description of a certain someone's thoughts, so if one judged the figure as they judged the figure's statue, the consequences would be dire, no, catastrophic!

And in front of such a statue, a figure was kneeling with his head rose up, gazing at the statue's face in pure euphoria and utter horror, the kinds of emotions that shouldn't, no, couldn't the displayed in an expression, but the fearful and the happy expression on the kneeling figure's face said otherwise.

"Everything for the great one." The kneeling figure was none other than Godred, who recently had a vision of the future and had been in that state ever since. It was a shameful state for someone, who was once hailed as a king, but he didn't care, because he knew, from those visions of his, how insignificant of an existence he was, in a world that was no different from being ruled by the absolutes.

And the one he reverenced was none other than a celestial being!

To Godred, understanding his insignificance wasn't that hard, all it took him to realise of that fact was a vision of a certain future. A vision which portrayed a battle between the gods, but that world destroying battle ended with a single snap of the celestial being's fingers, and Godred lost his will to evolve into a stronger person.

How could he not?

He saw a battle in which the worlds were being destroyed with a wave of one's hands, and such a battle ended with a single snap!

A mere snap of his fingers!

He was but a mere ant if compared with a world, while such WORLDS, not one nor two, but thousands of worlds were being destroyed with a waves of one's hands!

In such grandiloquent delineation of embodiment of an absolute desolation, how was his mere existence of any significance?

He didn't even dare to find a meaning to his insignificant existence, as he gave up on living entirely, he was still alive only because he thought even his death was too much of an insignificant endeavour.

So, after everything, the only thing remaining for him was his absolute reverence for the great one.

"Everything for the great one." He muttered again, well, it wasn't like it ever ended after he saw that vision. He even disbanded his group, Forsaken Alliance....

At that thought, a soulless chuckle escaped Godred's mouth, as a smile crept up on his lips, creakingly.

"A forsaken, Forsaken Alliance." He muttered under his breath.

*

In a peaceful place, that seemed to have been cut off from reality, a figure was working in a muddy, damp, large patch of land, ready to cultivate rice.

Of course, as if ignorant of the worldly seasonal changes, the surrounding patches of land had golden brown paddy, flitting at the pleasant wind breezes, ready to be harvested.

The figure had glimmering white, shoulder length, hair that fluttered at the slightest of the pleasant breeze, his bright orange eyes with vertical black slits as pupils glimmered, profoundly, accordingly. He wore a loose, modest white t-shirt that had smudges of mud, with a modest dhoti, that was half dyed in mud from the rice field, he was working on.

TAK-TAK-!!

Hearing the small footsteps, he slightly raised his head and glanced in the direction of a small approaching, with a bright, world warming, smile on his face.

"Papa!! Ma is calling for you! Uncle has already arrived home with aunty!" A sweet little girl's hurried yet content voice sounded, which felt sweet, like honey dripping, in the man's ears, who rose and stood with his mudded hands on his waist and a bright smile on his face.

"Wait for me!" He replied as began to walk out of the field, without much difficulty.

"Hehe." The little girl—whose hair was similar to his, but glass-like, shone brilliantly under the bright sunlight, accordingly with her blue, glass-like, innocence filled eyes—laughed heartily upon hearing the man's response.

Within a matter of seconds, the man was out of the large field and with a strong flick of his hands, the mud stuck onto his arms splattered on the ground, without even leaving a smudge on his arms, as he walked towards the little girl, picked her up and made her sit on his shoulders.

As the most modest and lovely, daughter and father pair walked towards their home, chatting heartily.

A few minutes later, they arrived at a house, that seemed to be of a cosy nobleman's love nest in the countryside.

CQIIKK-!!

With a strange sound, the gate opened, creakingly, as the father and daughter pair walked in with smiles on their faces.

At the sound, a long, white-haired beautiful woman, walked out of the home with a small smile on her face that crept up on her face when she saw the pair. Her obsidian black eyes shone for a split second as she gazed at the white-haired handsome man, who lifted up his daughter off of his shoulders and let her run towards her mother, giggling.

After a tight hug, the little girl rushed into the house and the door shut behind her, as the woman walked towards the man with a small smile.

"Hmmm~" She hugged him tightly, feeling secure in his arms as she rested her head on his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat, that began to speed up at her actions.

A soft, elegant giggle escaped her soft lips as she looked up at his eyes, resting her chin on his chest.

"Shouldn't you be used to these actions by now?" She asked with a content smile and a subtle blush adorning her cheeks.

"Says you, who is blushing at her own actions?" The man asked back with a teasing smile, as his arms slid across her waist and rested on her back.

"Hmmm~" The smile on the woman's face widened ever-so slightly, but that was enough to make the man shudder subtly.

"No.... Let me enjoy it while I can, please?" He asked but, it was all due nought, as the woman's middle, index, and thumb fingers joined behind his back, and

SNAP-!

With a snap of her fingers, the man, who was taller than her, shortened and glared "up" at the woman resentfully.

But soon, his glare softened and with a smile on his face, he leaned in on her neck and inhaled her scent deeply.

And,

"I'm back." He muttered, kissing her neck as his right hand held the back of head, right above her nape.

With a soft giggle, the woman pushed him back and gazed into his eyes,

"Welcome back. And no." She rejected him, understanding his naughty intentions.

"Later." She muttered as she opened the door and walked into the house, followed by the man, who was smiling expectantly.

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