The Worst Villain is Actually a Cute Girl-Chapter 7

Before the Reaper appeared to avenge the desserts, in a secluded area—

Thirty Fixers had gathered.

They had assembled to exterminate the crime syndicate this time. Occasionally, Fixers would temporarily cooperate on assignments.

Their target was the Three-Headed Dragons.

A fairly notorious organization.

"The Three-Headed Dragons. According to the intel, it’s a syndicate led by three lizardman brothers who claim to be descendants of the dragon race. They were born as mutants, far surpassing their kin in physical ability. Their violent nature makes them a constant menace, always causing trouble. Each of them is classified as an A-rank threat. If all three are together, their threat level rises to near S-rank."

An orc, Stahl, explained calmly while Red listened in silence.

She was smoking a cigarette, gazing up at the night sky.

But her mind was elsewhere.

After a brief pause, Red spoke in a low voice.

"I can handle this alone."

"I know. If it’s you, you can take them down easily."

Stahl chuckled lightly at her confidence.

He pulled out a thick cigar and began to smoke as well.

The Fixers gathered here were assembled with the Three-Headed Dragons’ threat level in mind.

Each of them was skilled in their own right, but they weren’t strong enough to take on the lizardman trio alone.

Even after gathering additional forces, they were still barely at an adequate level.

But she was different.

For her, wiping out the Three-Headed Dragons was easier than eating a bowl of porridge.

She’d probably finish them off before her cigarette even burned out.

Stahl exhaled a long breath, watching as the pale smoke dissipated into the air.

"But if you make a move, the hostage might ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ be in danger."

In reality, Red wasn’t even supposed to be part of this mission.

The only reason she was here—

Was because the Three-Headed Dragons had kidnapped a child from an orphanage she sponsored.

The reason was unknown.

A grudge? Money?

Stahl wasn’t sure.

All he knew was that these idiots had messed with an orphanage Red was protecting.

And that meant there had to be some reason behind it.

"We won’t act recklessly either. If we move according to the plan, the kid will be safe. So don’t go charging in and making a mess of things."

"I heard you the first time. Stop nagging. That’s the tenth time you’ve said it."

"I have to keep repeating it because it wouldn’t be surprising if you lost your temper and rushed in."

"When was the last time I did that? I’m not the same person I used to be."

"Yeah, yeah. But just to be clear—"

"I said I got it!"

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And so, time passed.

Just as they were about to split up and move into their positions—

A massive pressure crashed down on them.

The wind that had been blowing subtly suddenly turned eerie.

A deep chill ran down their spines.

The Fixers broke into a cold sweat, their expressions instantly tense.

They knew what this was.

Anyone who had been a Fixer for long enough had experienced it at least once—

The feeling of death looming over them.

And when they realized the cause of this anomaly, shocked voices erupted all around.

"Wait, what the hell?! This wasn’t in the intel! The Reaper is here?!"

"Fuck. We should back out—"

"Are you insane? Who the hell would go up against that?!"

Even Stahl, the most seasoned among them, looked unsettled.

"Oi, oi, oi. You can’t be serious. Of all places... why the hell is that thing here?"

A being that summons death itself.

As chaos spread among the Fixers at the sudden appearance of the Reaper,

Only one person remained composed.

Red.

She flicked her cigarette to the ground and crushed the embers under her boot.

"Hey, Red! Where the hell are you going?!"

"I’ll handle the Reaper. You focus on rescuing the kid."

With those parting words—

Red sprinted forward.

Her speed increased rapidly.

The closer she got to her destination, the louder the deafening booms became.

The ground trembled in terror.

Her heart pounded wildly.

Her pulse raced.

She had thought she’d grown numb to this feeling—

But it had been a long, long time since she last felt this sensation.

To voluntarily throw herself into the very place where death was rampaging.

But sometimes, there were things in life that couldn’t be avoided.

And this was one of those times.

To buy time so the child could be rescued—

Red never slowed down.

*

Tat!

Red and I simultaneously leaped back, widening the distance between us.

I was aware that Fixers had gathered somewhere in this area.

I wasn’t sure if they were after the syndicate as well or here for a separate job. Either way, if I caused too much of a commotion, they would definitely come running.

I had planned to leave before they showed up.

But I never expected them to arrive this quickly.

And of all people—why did Red have to be the one to block my way?

I never even considered the possibility of running into her here.

The world was really small, huh?

To think I’d run into her again—

And while I was in Reaper Form no less.

Stay calm. There’s no need to panic. My identity hasn’t been exposed. I just have to subdue her and leave. That’s it.

Knock her unconscious, disappear.

I’d done this before with people I didn’t want to hurt.

Even Fixers who were quite skilled had fallen to the same method.

There should be no problem this time either.

Though I was slightly tense—

Because I had no idea just how strong Red actually was.

"Reaper," she said, tugging her gloves tighter onto her hands. "You’ve certainly made a mess of things. What exactly are you after? Why did you come here?"

My goal?

That was simple.

I came here to avenge my desserts.

But there was no way she’d believe such a ridiculous answer when she was being this serious. Not that I could speak anyway.

As I remained silent, she pulled her gloves on tighter and shifted into a fighting stance.

"Not that it matters. I wasn’t expecting an answer anyway."

She wasn’t planning on backing down.

I had already accomplished my goal.

I really didn’t want to clash with someone unnecessary.

The best outcome would be to avoid a fight altogether.

To show that I had no intention of fighting, I stabbed my sword into the ground.

Then, I folded my arms and gazed up at the sky.

A clear message—I just want to leave.

Did she understand?

"You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying here with me."

...I figured it would come to this.

After all, I was a figure from the underworld, and she was a Fixer.

We were naturally at odds.

On top of that, rumors said she was merciless when dealing with criminals.

I had no choice.

Looks like I had to stick to the original plan—

Knock her out and escape.

It’ll hurt a lot, but bear with it.

I ripped a chunk of concrete from the ground and hurled it at her.

As expected, she shattered the massive debris with ease.

But that was just a distraction.

At the same time, I kicked off the ground, closing the distance between us in an instant.

As the fragments from the broken concrete scattered—

I swung my sword with enough force to knock her unconscious in one blow.

—Tch.

But she blocked it with her fist.

Fine. If it didn’t work the first time, I’d just keep trying until it did.

I twisted my wrist, changing the trajectory of my strike.

She responded with another punch.

We began exchanging blows.

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Each time my sword clashed with her fist, the air screamed—

The atmosphere ripped apart—

Cracks spread across the ground, and debris exploded into the air.

How the hell is she blocking my sword with her bare hands?! No, I guess it’s not impossible in this world... But still, this is my sword. It’s not an ordinary weapon!

Even more troublesome—

Red wasn’t blindly charging in.

She weaved through my attacks, twisting her body to avoid strikes when possible—

And when she saw an opening, she slammed her fist in with precision.

Her movements never stopped.

She was fast. She was accurate.

Even when I mixed in hand-to-hand combat techniques I had learned to supplement my swordplay—

She adapted immediately and countered.

If it weren’t for my armor absorbing the impact, I would have been in serious trouble.

She’s really as strong as the rumors say. Honestly, I didn’t think she’d be this strong.

I had more raw power—

But her technique was better.

I wasn’t cornered.

But I wasn’t at an advantage either.

I hate this.

She was the worst kind of opponent.

Someone I didn’t want to kill—

But too strong to subdue easily.

The frustrating situation momentarily distracted me.

And Red was not someone to miss an opportunity.

A huge grin spread across her face.

The predatory glint in her eyes sent a sharp chill down my spine.

I quickly snapped back to focus—

But I was too late.

"Found an opening."

Red pivoted on her heel, sweeping my legs out from under me—

The force knocked my sword from my grasp as I was sent flying.

And the moment she saw I was unarmed—

She closed in and unleashed a relentless flurry of blows.

I couldn’t defend.

I couldn’t counter.

I had to admit it.

With the martial arts I had learned, there was no way I was escaping this.

She was too fast. There was no gap.

Thankfully, my armor was absorbing the damage—

But I couldn’t just keep taking hits.

If my hand-to-hand combat skills weren’t enough, I had to use something else.

To break free from her barrage—

I concentrated my mana into one point and detonated it.

Red must have sensed the danger—

She abruptly stopped attacking and leaped back.

In that opening, I recalled my sword, gripping it firmly once more.

And just as she landed—

I swung a horizontal slash at her.

A sharp blue arc shot forward.

Red hurriedly bent backward, barely dodging it.

The energy strike carved a deep diagonal gash into the wall behind her.

Moments later—

The upper portion of the building collapsed in a thunderous crash.

This is going nowhere. Should I increase my output? But what if I end up killing her?

No.

No, no. She won’t die that easily.

Because—

As horrifying as it was—

She wasn’t even fighting at full strength either.

How much force would it take to subdue her?

It was hard to gauge.

Though, there was one thing working in my favor.

She doesn’t seem fully focused on this fight either. Why?

I realized it while exchanging blows with her.

Just like how I was focusing on escaping rather than winning—

She was distracted by something else.

At the very least, defeating me wasn’t her goal.

It felt more like she was trying to restrain me.

Good.

I got an idea.

I immediately put it into action.

Pouring mana into my sword, I stabbed it into the ground.

A loud rumble echoed.

Blue flames erupted from the blade—

Rapidly expanding and taking form.

A massive fire giant, as tall as a five-story building, loomed over the battlefield.

"This is... no way!"

Red rushed forward—

But the fire giant blocked her path.

"Reaper! Where the hell do you think you’re going?! Get back here!"

Sorry, but nope.

You can play with that thing.

I’m leaving.

Bye-bye.

Without hesitation—

I fled.

*

I stopped in an area free of people.

Catching my breath, I muttered to myself.

That ‘Crime Killer’ nickname wasn’t a joke. Ugh. She’s terrifying. I never want to fight her in Reaper Form again.

Crack.

Damn... My armor actually cracked. Just how hard do her punches hit?!

I dispelled Reaper Form.

The armor dissolved into mist.

As I reached to pull up my hood and mask—

Rustle.

I whipped my head around at the sudden presence.

My eyes widened in shock.

"Wooooow~ A real-life angel!"

Standing there—

Was a little girl with bright yellow hair, her eyes round with wonder.