I Became the Narrow-Eyed Character in the Little Prince Game-Chapter 134: Traitor (5)

“This way!”

BOOM!

Flames struck the dragon’s face.

It was an outstanding feat.

The fox had pushed herself to a level that surpassed even most professors.

Growth is often proportional to the crises one faces, and Irene was rapidly growing as she swept through the battlefield.

But—

KIIII-AAAAHH!

It was only a matter of time before the dragon caught on.

Against a superior predator, deception could only last so long.

The dragon finally read her movements. Its massive tail lashed out, slamming into her fragile body.

THUD!

She barely managed to block with the flat of her blade, but it wasn’t enough to stabilize herself.

The fox was sent flying, her body tumbling across the floor, landing far from the fight.

A pained groan escaped her lips as she felt as though her entire body had been crushed.

“Ugh...!”

Her trembling lips quivered.

Her stamina had long since been depleted, and her sword’s blade had snapped in two.

In front of her, death crept closer.

For a moment, she was overwhelmed by helplessness.

The dragon’s sharp fangs loomed, ready to devour her.

But Irene forced her battered body to rise.

“Guh... ngh...”

Her breaths were shallow and strained, her life hanging by a thread.

Yet, she couldn’t afford to collapse—not with a single wish engraved deep in her heart.

A blind devotion to a singular purpose.

The prayer resounded within her.

I want to be of help.

She gripped her broken sword tightly.

Her gaze remained clear.

Determined to give her all in this final act, she gathered her remaining strength.

Sparks danced along her fractured blade as flames roared to life, compressed into a single, blinding line of light.

Pressed and pressed again, the fire was forged into a perfect balance—a flame-sharpened sword, honed to a lethal edge.

Whoosh!

The shattered hilt now bore a dazzling, fiery blade.

The fox swung it with everything she had.

“Haaa!”

SWISH!

A brilliant crimson streak cut across the dragon’s face.

A clean strike.

For the first time, its hardened scales bore a visible wound.

Though it was shallow and far from fatal, the scar ran clean across the left eye.

She had aimed for one of the softer spots in its defense.

With her attack complete, Irene collapsed to the ground.

Thud.

The crimson flames around her dissipated.

Her fiery red hair slowly faded back to its original orange hue.

But death still approached.

The oppressive aura of demonic energy continued to spread.

Grrr...

The dragon opened its decaying maw, mocking her as if to say, Is that all you’ve got?

The fox only smirked faintly.

“Heh... played around too much for someone like you.”

With an air of defiance, she raised her middle finger toward the creature.

Before death could question her audacity, Irene shouted.

“Now!”

In that moment, the dragon’s momentarily blinded left side created an opening.

Someone slipped into the blind spot.

“You’ve done well.”

Golden hair swirled as the snake appeared before the dragon, his presence commanding and undeniable.

Shimmering lights danced around him, shadows and brilliance entwined.

Even his closed eyelids were now fully open, revealing the dangerously glowing white pupils beneath.

“The time has come.”

The boy’s tongue moved, his fingers coiling in shadow.

Ding!

[Remaining Output: 61.7%]

A faint blue screen flickered before his eyes.

Though it felt slightly insufficient, there was no choice but to make it work.

The snake unleashed his deception.

A monster.

What stood before him was a literal monster.

Its power and rank were equivalent to that of the [Stars].

Ordinary attacks would never reach it.

For it was an existence that transcended natural law.

In that case—

The boy would transcend as well.

Authority was, by nature, irrational.

“Stars.”

The snake imitated the stars.

Burning through his output, stamina, mental strength, and even his life force, he surpassed his limits.

Recalling every star he had encountered, he sought the truest essence of power.

This wasn’t a matter of matching strength; it was a reconstruction of power itself, rising beyond even the stars in the night sky.

The strength he deciphered in real time distorted the surrounding dimensions.

RUMBLE!

The temple and the underground quaked violently.

Radiant light swirled around the boy, creating a mesmerizing afterimage unseen by mortal eyes.

A pure white veil rippled behind him, like a cloak of transcendence.

The haze flowing around him revealed the [Rank] of his existence.

The sword in his hand also glowed with an unblemished white light.

It was omnipotence.

“Devour it.”

For a fleeting moment,

The boy stepped closer to the source of authority, the very origin of the stars in the night sky.

With a single, light swing, his blade cracked the air itself.

CRACK!

Like a shattering mirror, the void fractured.

The world splintered into countless shards.

Beyond the broken fragments lay only nothingness—a void caused by the distortion of dimensions.

Thrust!

The boy plunged his white sword into the dragon’s heart.

A sudden strike, leaving no room for reaction.

In a near-whisper, he offered his farewell.

“Goodbye, then.”

And then—

The body forged of death shattered into countless fragments.

It broke apart, over and over again, until it was no longer visible to the naked eye, dissolving into nothingness.

Every trace of its existence was erased.

The concept of "nothing" devoured its form, leaving behind only a blank void, as if an eraser had wiped the graphite off a notebook.

Swish.

Soon after, as the output waned, the underground landscape returned to its original state.

Aside from the obliterated dragon, there were no abnormalities left.

The snake murmured quietly.

"It's... over."

His legs gave out, and he fell to his knees.

It had been touch-and-go for most of the fight, but in the end, the calamity was successfully prevented.

It was a victory worthy of celebration and relief.

A wave of relief washed over him like the tide.

Yet, even that victory’s afterglow was short-lived for him.

He had to pay the price for the excessive use of his abilities.

As he rubbed his aching limbs, blood suddenly poured from his mouth, staining the ground crimson.

Cough!

That wasn’t all.

Blood also began to drip from his eyes, and a searing pain spread throughout his body, as if his bones were being crushed.

The toll of overusing his life force was exacting its price.

A familiar mechanical chime echoed in his ears.

Ding!

[Excessive life force consumption detected.]

[Further consumption may affect your remaining lifespan.]

It was an expected consequence.

That final strike had far exceeded the limits of natural law—a blade daring to trespass on the realm of gods.

Perhaps he should be thankful that his lifespan hadn’t already been shortened.

Since life force could be restored through adequate rest, his body wasn’t left with any permanent defects.

The snake wiped the blood from his lips and muttered to himself.

"It's been a while since I overexerted myself like this... not since the coup."

With a deep breath, he tried to suppress the pain.

As he took a moment to steady himself, the girls, now running toward him, helped him up.

Their worried expressions betrayed their concern as they saw his bloodied state.

"Are you okay? You’ve pushed yourself too far..."

"I'm fine," he replied softly.

Perhaps because she had seen this before, Irene refrained from asking too many questions or making fuss over him.

Instead, she simply wrapped him in a gentle embrace, her eyes filled with quiet sorrow.

"Y-Yuda... you can’t die," she whispered.

Meanwhile, the princess—normally so composed and stoic—was shedding tears.

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Even Charlotte, who rarely displayed emotion, seemed shaken by the possibility of her savior’s death.

The boy reassured her by gently stroking her platinum hair.

He whispered in her ear.

"I won’t die. I’ll recover from these injuries soon enough."

"...Are you sure?"

"Would I ever lie to Your Highness? Please, trust me."

"...Alright. I trust you, Yuda," she sniffled.

"Excellent."

The intense atmosphere gradually began to calm.

All three of them let out deep breaths of relief.

"It’s all over now."

"You did well."

"It was you two who did most of the work. I merely finished what was on the table."

"Let’s just say we all did our part."

"That works for me."

With peace restored, the boy, supported by the two girls, began to cross the underground temple.

They were on their way back to the surface.

But then—

"Not so fast."

A voice rang out from behind them.

When they turned, they saw figures clad in blood-red robes.

The villains had appeared, their presence so silent it betrayed no warning.

The children froze on the spot.

"Could it be..."

Hadn’t all of them been wiped out?

Where had these new reinforcements come from?

The same thought crossed all their minds.

Reinforcements?

As if to confirm their suspicions, one of the villains spoke.

"We came quickly when the Puppeteer’s signal was cut off... only to stumble upon this scene."

The situation was dire.

The snake, the fox, and the princess—every one of them was completely drained.

And now they were facing fresh reinforcements.

The new group included multiple chimeras, sorcerers, high-ranking officers, and even another Katasto akin to the Puppeteer.

For the children, who were on the verge of collapse, fighting back was impossible.

Sweat trickled down their faces.

"To think you could defeat the calamity single-handedly..."

There was no way out.

Under normal circumstances, the snake would have acted, but he could barely stand, let alone fight.

And forcing himself now would only drain his remaining life force.

"..."

The boy remained silent.

The villains steadily closed the distance.

"The plan may have gone awry, but we still managed to gain something. Leaving such dangerous assets in the academy would’ve been a huge mistake."

The girls’ faces darkened.

Despite their exhaustion, they instinctively moved to shield the boy, standing between him and the enemies.

It was a meaningless act of defiance, but their determination was evident.

The leader of the villains smirked.

"I can’t let this opportunity slip by."

The cultists prepared their attack.

The air grew heavy with demonic energy, suffocatingly thick.

"You’ll all be eliminated here."

And then—

The shadows charged toward the children.

But the villains didn’t realize one thing.

That even this moment was within the snake’s grasp.

Heh.

Through his lowered head, a mocking laugh escaped him.

As if he were thoroughly enjoying himself.

The next moment—

"...?!"

Crackle!

A sharp sound rang out, like the flicker of a dying light.

Suddenly, a shadow emerged, blocking the villains’ path.

Standing with an empty right sleeve swaying in the air, the figure revealed itself.

"Hmph."

It was none other than an elderly man with white hair.

"You cultists still carry that foul stench, I see. How utterly unpleasant."

With a graceful gesture, he covered his nose with a handkerchief.

The air grew thick with an oppressive aura of killing intent.

The old man glanced around leisurely before spotting the boy.

A knowing smile spread across his face, one of pure elegance and composure.

"Well, well. It seems you missed me."

"Hah."

The man’s name was Sovereign, known as the King of the Shadows.

The snake smirked as he greeted him.

"You’re late."

"Ah, but of course."

The villains who had established their encirclement now bore faces of disbelief.

The boy smiled slyly.

"You called for reinforcements, so it’s only fair we did the same, don’t you think?"

In an instant, the tables had turned.