Villain's Path System-Chapter 52: You Fucking Bitch

The silence in the library was absolute.

Lucian’s eyes slowly turned toward the source of that single word. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

And every survival instinct in his body started screaming at once.

Oh. Fuck.

Seraphina stood at the edge of the bookshelf.

Her face was completely shadowed. He couldn’t see her expression. Just the hard line of her jaw and her eyes—golden, blazing, staring directly at Elira.

Her hand was on her sword hilt.

Gripping it so tight her knuckles were white. Trembling.

just what I fucking needed.

Lucian’s brain kicked into overdrive.

This is so fucked up.. she .. she is going to commit a goddamn MURDER.

His eyes flicked to her face.

Shadowed. Deadly calm.

Then—because his life apparently wasn’t complicated enough—a translucent notification materialized directly in his vision.

[⚠️ CRITICAL ALERT ⚠️]

IMMINENT DEATH DETECTED

Target: Seraphina Ashenblade

Affection Level: UNSTABLE

Emotional State: VOLCANIC RAGE

Threat Assessment: LETHAL

Probability of Violence: 99.8%

Probability of Survival (Current): 12%

["Bro. I’m not joking."]

["She is going to KILL someone in the next thirty seconds."]

["Possibly you. Definitely the ice princess behind you."]

["BUY THE SKILL. NOW."]

[ZERO DOMAIN - Limited Offer]

Cost: 1,500 Fate Points

[Expires in: 55 seconds]

["Your grave is getting dug right here in this library."]

["Don’t say I didn’t warn you."]

Lucian’s eye twitched.

When the hell did a floating text box learn how to be a sarcastic asshole? Shut the fuck up.

He looked again at Seraphina.

Then at the System notification—screaming at him in bright red text.

He didn’t even need to look behind him to know Elira was standing there. Perfectly calm. Probably smiling.

Fuck my life.

Seraphina took one step forward.

Footsteps echoed across the marble floor.

The air itself seemed to grow heavy, thick with the pressure of her anger.

Her lips parted.

One line. Cold. Flat. Deadly.

"You fucking bitch... you used us."

The temperature in the library dropped.

Behind him, Elira spoke.

Oh no. No no no. Shut up. Just shut up.

"I did."

Her tone. Flat. Zero guilt. Just brutal, unflinching honesty.

"And you both played your parts perfectly."

Seraphina’s mana flared.

Heat poured off Seraphina in waves. The books nearest to her started smoking. Not burning yet. But close. Really close.

Her hand tightened on her sword hilt.

Oh FUCK she’s actually going to do it.

Lucian’s brain kicked into panic mode.

She’s going to kill Elira.

FUCK FUCK FUCK—

The System notification flashed again, more urgent this time.

[40 SECONDS REMAINING]

["BUY IT YOU IDIOT"]

["DO YOU WANT TO DIE?!"]

["She will go THROUGH you to get to the ice princess!"]

["This is not a bluff!"]

Lucian didn’t even read the skill description.

He just slammed his mental confirmation on [BUY NOW].

[PURCHASE CONFIRMED]

-1,500 Fate Points

[Current FP: 1,786 → 286]

[ZERO DOMAIN - LEVEL 1 ACQUIRED]

["Good luck, dumbass."]

["You’ll need it."]

[WARNING: If you physically intervene without this skill, you WILL die.]

[Not exaggerating. Her current state = berserk mode.]

FUCK YOU SYSTEM.

She grabbed her sheathed sword with both hands and raised it high above her head. like a club.

Wait. She’s not drawing it. She’s going to beat Elira to death with the scabbard— SHIT—

Then she lunged.

A jump. Gorilla-style. All power, zero grace.

Her target: Elira’s head.

Intent: smash it into the floor.

For the first time since this whole conversation started, Elira’s expression changed.

Her calm eyes widened. Just slightly.

She took half a step back.

Too late.

Seraphina was airborne, weapon raised, her golden eyes blazing with murderous intent.

SHIT SHIT SHIT— > Lucian didn’t think.

He just moved.

Bypassing his muscles entirely, he sent a direct mental command to the newly acquired System skill.

[ZERO DOMAIN ACTIVATED] > [Mana drained: 20/40]

The world physically stopped.

Seraphina hung suspended mid-air, her body frozen at the apex of her jump. Her crimson hair fanned out around her face, defying gravity. The sheathed sword was locked in place above her head, her knuckles stark white.

Her expression was caught mid-snarl—lips pulled back, teeth bared, golden eyes wide and feral.

Elira was frozen mid-step, one foot off the ground, her eyes wide with shock.

Dust particles hung motionless. The faint, crackling glow of Seraphina’s mana was completely static.

Absolute. Utter. Silence.

Holy shit, it worked.

Lucian didn’t have time to stare. He had exactly three seconds.

His heart pounded, adrenaline spiking as he instantly launched himself forward.

Disarm her. Move the sword. Get it away.

He sprinted toward the frozen suspended girl.

SECOND ONE:

In two quick steps. He reached her.

Grabbed the sheathed sword, his hands closing next to hers on the leather grip. A split second of intense, burning mana radiated from her frozen knuckles as he tried to pull.

SECOND TWO:

Her grip was like solid iron. He gritted his teeth, twisting violently to snap the weapon out of her rigid hands. It broke free. He immediately pivoted and threw it hard toward the bookshelves.

SECOND THREE:

Dodge. Now.

Lucian pivoted, throwing his weight to the right.

Too slow.

Three seconds was nothing.

Oh fuck—

Time resumed.

Reality snapped back into motion.

Sound crashed back in—the rustle of fabric, the scrape of boots on marble floor, the sharp intake of breath.

Seraphina’s momentum continued.

Her body hurtled forward, hands still outstretched where her sword had been a fraction of a second ago.

Her eyes went wide with shock as her brain caught up to the fact that her weapon was gone and Lucian was right in front of her.

CRASH. > Full body weight.

Seraphina slammed into him.

They went down hard.

Lucian’s back hit the marble. Air exploded from his lungs.

And she was on top of him.

One knee planted beside his waist. The other leg slid between his thighs—her inner thigh pressing directly against his crotch. The heat between her legs flush against his groin through their uniforms.

His hands caught her waist. Her hands hit the floor beside his head.

Chest to chest. Bodies tangled. Stuck together.

Her face hung inches above his.

Crimson hair fell around them like a curtain.

Neither moved.

Golden eyes stared down. Wide. Shocked.

Heat radiated from everywhere they touched.

Lucian’s brain short-circuited.

...Hi.