Rogue Villain-Chapter 284: Daring

Trana’s roar shook the heavens. The mountains crumbled beneath her, and the raging storm responded to her fury with greater darkness and lightning. The ground bowed in reverence of her power. The sun—the moon and stars, hid, afraid to infringe on Trana’s dominion. This was her world—her space.

Ackster wasn’t the only one who could sense what Mazar had done. In the first place, this was his first time meeting the black and green dragon of curses, and he could still sense that his power wasn’t right.

Trana, who had known him for millennia, was significantly stronger than Ackster and knew more, could naturally also tell what Mazar had done.

"HOW DARE YOU?!"

Trana roared again before unleashing an outpour of fiery lightning from all directions in the world that had transformed into a stormy sky. The bright blue light cascaded onto Mazar, showering him from head to toe.

Mazar disappeared under the overwhelming collapse of Trana’s materialized outrage.

"How dare you join sides with the enemy of this world?!"

"Hmph."

Mazar snorted as the lightning and fire fizzled out. He brushed off a couple of sparks that had made their way onto his cloak. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Trana’s eyes narrowed. She hadn’t expected to kill him. But Mazar hadn’t taken a lick of damage, even without returning to his true form.

"So what? Do you think I care about this world? Does this world care about me? No. This is my ticket out of here! With this power, I’ll finally be free!"

Mazar shouted with a slightly hoarse voice and a manic glint in his eyes.

"Fucking idiot."

Ackster held his head and stood up with unsteady legs, both due to the splitting headache and the weird surface below his feet made of dark clouds, lightning, and fire that burned and electrocuted him.

"What...?"

Mazar glared at Ackster, surprised he was still standing and in anger. This fucking cockroach just wouldn’t die. Mazar had thrown out enough curses, even some strengthened by his newly acquired power, to devastate a continent.

"Fucking. Idiot. Deaf bastard. Listen closely, you fucking moron. Ass-wit. That power you’ve obtained doesn’t come without a price. Shit-for-brains—"

"I know! But I’m not the one who has to pay! Haha!"

Mazar let out a short and crazed laugh only to come to a dead halt.

"Let me finish, shit-face. You’ve been scammed, you blind fool. A lizard with a stone inside its head instead of a brain would have seen through it, you goddamn donkey. Do you seriously think that The Calamity would give you this much strength merely because you orchestrated a single race’s demise?"

Ackster looked at Mazar with loathing, pity, condescension, and disgust.

"The Calamity has sowed a Seed in your soul, and it’s going to reap it when the time comes. You won’t be able to stop it. And the more of its power you use, the more tragic your end. Fucking lackwit. Caveman. Barbarian. Idiot. Fly-fucking, fart-smelling, crayon-eating gecko. Kill yourself."

"You! Fucking bug! You dare speak to me like this?!"

"The fact that you let me say all that without interrupting just means you know I’m right. So, take your chapped fucking lips and stuff ’em with bleach."

Ackster took Mazar’s increasingly powerful stream of curses with a smile on his face. His body was melting away like snow in summer. But he didn’t care. After the pain he had felt and the residual anger from Berserk, Ackster just wanted to vent. And seeing Mazar’s face contort like a wrinkled shirt left in the dryer a couple of weeks was gratifying. It was like a weight had left his chest.

He still wasn’t sure where the pain had come from since it didn’t seem like Mazar had done it. If he had, he should have been able to do it again. But it also didn’t seem like the kind of pain that Mazar could inflict on him. Although Mazar was powerful, he was still only in the realm of sheer brute force. He wasn’t yet at a level where he could harm souls all willy-nilly.

Ackster also didn’t remember Mazar doing anything special when he collapsed. He had, however, been thinking about something strange. But Ackster could deal with all that after he had dealt with Mazar in front of him.

"Seriously. Just make it easier for everyone and die. There’s no use fighting. If you can’t kill yourself, just lower your defenses and let me and Trana do it. We can make sure to minimize your suffering."

"..."

"You know what? I can even lend you my broken trident if you want to do it yourself."

"..."

Mazar looked down and avoided Trana’s and Ackster’s gazes as if he were seriously considering Ackster’s words.

Of course, Ackster didn’t think it would work in a million years.

"DIE!"

So, when Mazar lashed out, he held up the broken trident in front of himself and pierced Mazar’s hand.

’Shit.’

However, Ackster was a little troubled when Mazar’s hand grew in size, scales started adorning it, and his nails turned into razor-sharp claws that could rend a mountain and turn it into rubble.

Mazar pushed down on Ackster, ignoring the broken handle of Heavenly Iron piercing his palm. Ackster buckled under the incredible pressure and ended up pressed flat against the bottom of Trana’s private space. But Mazar didn’t stop. No, he had just begun.

Mazar pressed Ackster into the clouds, using their innate properties to burn Ackster’s body, or what remained of it, even further as he continued infusing Ackster with all kinds of curses that ate away at his vitality, mana, strength, health, and body.

Ackster’s consciousness was fading. He was dying. He would have died.

If not for one thing, Ackster wouldn’t have been able to recover from Mazar’s curses and attack.

The broken trident drew blood. It pierced Mazar’s palm, and green blood trickled down in a gentle stream onto Ackster’s pasty body. Ackster also took the opportunity to reveal the Demon Sword and squeeze it into the wound on Mazar’s palm so that it could begin leeching away the dragon’s seemingly endless vitality. Mazar didn’t even notice it.