A Villain's Will to Survive novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323: Mentor and Protg (2)

On the continent, every human—no, every life, every presence—was bound by time. The time of their existence was perpetually held captive, and their very lives were measured by it. To live was to gain time, and death was merely the end of one's allotted time.

Therefore, time was the absolute shackles that bound even the smallest aspects of nature on the continent... but Epherene was not included in that natural order, and she was neither subject to nor constrained by time.

Epherene, a mutant cast away from the straight line of time that none could escape, belonged not to time but to an interval. The beginning of this interval was the moment Sophien's regression entered her body, and its end was the activation of the lighthouse—which meant the continent's destruction.

Therefore, the end of the interval clearly existed, and Epherene was endlessly repeating the time between its beginning and end. Like a radio's loop playback, Epherene had been enduring that mere two-year time for decades, all alone.

Rustle—

This place was somewhere in the Empire, and a newspaper, swept in by the murky wind of the city, fluttered around her ankles, which Epherene merely lifted with a subtle gesture of her eyes.

... Lead Elite Guard Deculein Faces Expulsion Crisis

The newspaper's headline was concise, detailing Deculein's ruin. He, who had always radiated authority from on high, was crumbling, and everything he had built was precarious and under assault.

The Mage Tower, the Round Table, and the Floating Island gathered to denounce him, while the Imperial Palace remained silent. Epherene could only watch these developments, for she knew she must not interfere.

Epherene moved her eyes from the newspaper and moved her legs once more. Her objective now was simple—to confine as many people as possible within Quay's painting prison, whether ten thousand, a hundred thousand, or a million.

Even if the continent faced destruction, she would ensure their lives were preserved, for the alien meteor was bound to fall, and the continent's destruction was an undeniable certainty.

“Barcious...”

At that moment, a faint echo whispered in Epherene's ear. Immediately after she recognized it as a chant, mana surged from a rift in space-time and seized Epherene, pulling her in by force.

However, she was not surprised, for it was precisely what she had expected.

"Okay, I guess this is how one dies," Epherene muttered.

Epherene was aware of the events related to herself, and she vaguely knew that the Floating Island had attempted to kill her but failed. This was because she had acquired something called the Epherene File.

The Purgers who pursued me all died, didn't they? Epherene thought.

"... Is it not I who dies, but I who kills?"

Perhaps I killed them because, if I didn’t, I would die. However, I don’t know the details of the Floating Island incident unless I go there, and I am both curious and regretful about not knowing those details...

"Now, I will come to know," Epherene muttered.

But I think I will know soon.

Epherene surrendered her body to the immense magical current that pulled her in.

***

... Epherene, anchored in a specific timeline—or more accurately, held there according to their purpose—stood at the edge of a cliff, taking in the view.

Hummmm—

The entire foothills rippled with the mana of the Purgers with murderous intent, writhing like blue serpents.

Fwoosh—

Like embers flaring, the mana particles scattered—sharp enough to leave shallow scratches when they touched Epherene’s cheek.

Thud—

However, Epherene had no time for such observation because it was somewhat hilarious to say she had no time when she always had an abundance of it.

"... It is you."

Epherene's heart turned to ice at the voice approaching from behind her.

However, Epherene betrayed no emotion, for she merely turned around calmly and faced him as if nothing had happened.

"... Yes, it is me," she replied to him.

It was a moment Epherene had desired for decades—a conversation where words connected, a chance to face each other—a moment that inexplicably brought tears to her eyes and a lump to her throat.

"I wanted to be alone with the Professor," Epherene said, a relaxed smile gracing her lips. "There are so many uninvited guests." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The Purger's murderous intent was immense, and it was incomprehensible how they could unleash such crimson murderous intent upon fellow humans, given they were complete strangers.

"Why did you call me?" Epherene asked, knowing everything.

"Is the abnormal abducting happening across the continent your doing?" Deculein replied, also knowing everything.

“Yes.”

Epherene did not hesitate because there was no point in denying it to those who had pursued her, already knowing everything.

At that moment, Deculein's brow furrowed, and a Purger immediately attempted to activate a spell but was restrained by Deculein.

"For what reason?" Deculein inquired.

"Because the future has been decided."

As she spoke, she found herself moving one step closer to Deculein, desiring to be nearer to him—even if by the smallest stride, just a little more.

"The future has been decided?" Deculein repeated.

Even Deculein, who always spoke with arrogant eyes and whose face broadcasted how dare someone beneath him was missed by Epherene, was affected.

"Yes, I can only traverse through futures that already exist. I cannot go to futures that do not exist, and futures that do not exist clearly exist."

For Epherene, time was less like time and more like probability, for among the numerous moments stretching ahead, she would reside in a specific timeline with completely impartial probability.

However, that future would be severed after the restoration of the lighthouse. Following the shockwaves of the comet striking the continent and the final light inundating the entire world, Epherene's future would be extinguished.

"The continent will face destruction," Epherene added.

Therefore, Epherene stated with certainty.

“Hah.”

Nevertheless, Deculein scoffed, genuinely disbelieving Epherene's words.

"The continent will not face destruction," Deculein replied.

“It will.”

"Who are you to speak with such certainty?"

"Because I saw it, with my own eyes," Epherene replied, pointing to her own eyes with two fingers.

"Your eyes must be mistaken," Deculein said, a twist to his lips with a sneer.

“... Unbelieveable.”

"From the outset, the Purgers here consider you a greater danger than such destruction," Deculein said, gesturing with his chin towards his back.

Then, Deculein stomped his mana tree staff onto the ground.

Boom—!

A vibration spread throughout the mountains.

"... Because of your foolish delusion, people who do not even know magic are trapped by a spell."

Epherene gritted her teeth.

I wanted to see him so much, and I wanted to talk to him so much, but how could he ignite my anger as soon as we met? Is this why I killed all the Purgers? Epherene thought.

"You still doubt me," Epherene replied.

"Do you still not understand? Doubt is a mage's virtue," Deculein said.

Epherene glared at Deculein, overwhelmed with a sense of injustice, but regardless, Deculein was, as ever, Deculein.

"... Just as you always were, Professor."

At Epherene’s words, Deculein nodded, and, as if it were a signal, the Purger’s mana transformed into concrete weapons.

They formed a magic circle that interfered with Epherene’s spell manifestation through dispel, directly harmed space with phase dissolution, and even showed preparations for close combat by casting enhancement spells on themselves...

"Haa," Epherene murmured out a sigh, shaking her head, and gathering mana.

"You cannot defeat them, Epherene," Deculein said.

Plop—

Clack—

I want to tell the Professor and change that future. But even that is part of a time paradox, so it is an unavoidable helplessness, Epherene thought.

... Really, it has been decades. For all that time, I have been alone, thinking I had become sufficiently mature by now...

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