THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 713: Until the Last Breath Between Us (2)
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
The mask fell, revealing his identity.
For the very first time, Frey’s gaze locked with his—
And in a heartbeat, his frantic, feverish mind was scrubbed completely blank.
"H–huh?"
An involuntary breath escaped Frey as he felt his blood boil and every nerve ending in his body fire simultaneously.
It was a total catastrophe.
He found himself unable to look away.
Thought was impossible.
Even breathing became a struggle.
Frey was paralyzed by sheer shock...
Moments later, the man was also noticed by Ada.
She pressed her hands against her mouth as her eyes flooded with tears.
"F–Father...?" she breathed.
Simultaneously, Zibar and Gepetto erupted into mocking laughter.
Frey remained there, eyes wide, teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown.
Because the figure standing before him...
Was Abraham Starlight.
The father whose image he had studied hundreds of times.
The man whose entire life of memories he had once experienced firsthand.
"A fake?" Frey muttered, instinctively recoiling a step.
An imitation.
A clone.
A mere illusion.
These were the desperate thoughts that first crossed Frey’s mind.
His consciousness refused to accept that this person was truly his father—the man who had perished long ago.
However, seconds later... he realized the gravity of his error.
His heightened senses were sharper than they had ever been.
He could sense Abraham’s aura—an entire physical form constructed purely from concentrated aura.
Frey understood his father’s boundary-breaking technique better than anyone else.
He knew how Abraham had obliterated every internal pathway in his body, transforming his very being into raw, limitless energy.
The Absolute Manipulateur...
There was only one individual in existence who wielded such power.
Frey observed the hollow darkness within Abraham’s eyes and the vacant expression etched onto his features.
Slowly, Frey shifted his gaze toward the 13th-ranked demon... Gepetto.
The necromancer who breathed life into corpses.
The one who converted the deceased into mindless marionettes designed only for slaughter.
In that instant, the full truth dawned on Frey.
"Father..." he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.
"The father who fought for my sake...
The father who gave his life to save me..."
Abraham Starlight had dedicated his entire existence to his family.
He had endured trials across two different worlds.
He had suffered without end...
And finally, he had died to safeguard the son he held dear.
And now...
His physical remains had been profaned by a disgusting demon.
The atmosphere thickened with weight.
The earth began to vibrate.
Even the sky seemed to brace itself for the impending storm.
"GEPETTO!!!!!!"
Frey let out a thunderous roar—
And the Black Hole Aura surged from his form with unprecedented violence, erupting toward the sky like a pillar shattering the heavens.
The sheer force of the pressure sent Ada flying, slamming her into the debris and leaving her covered in cuts...
But Frey was blind to everything else.
His blood-red eyes were locked solely on the monsters in front of him.
Fury.
A level of rage unlike anything he had ever known.
He clenched his fists so hard his fingernails pierced his skin.
He bit his lip until it split, drawing blood.
Zibar stepped forward, brandishing the Catarina Blade with an unwavering, arrogant smirk.
"Here we go."
The demon braced himself...
But Frey turned toward him, his eyes burning with a nearly incandescent red light.
"Zibar... you have made a terminal mistake.
An error so colossal that you cannot even fathom the repercussions..."
His voice was freezing as he dropped into a combat stance.
"I am going to kill you right here and now...
You and that foul demon you brought along!"
His fury echoed across the field of battle...
And Zibar bellowed back with matching ferocity.
"Then come and TRY!!"
BOOOOOOOOM!!!!
In the same heartbeat, both Frey and Zibar lunged forward, the ground beneath them shattering into pieces.
Their forms collided with cataclysmic strength, triggering tempests of lethal aura.
Frey’s Black Hole Aura slammed into Zibar’s suffocating darkness...
The Catarina Blade clashed against the Dark Sister in a blinding display of sparks and lethality.
The war had commenced.
"I see you’ve become more powerful than our last encounter,"
Zibar remarked to his foe... before further increasing the torrent of aura radiating from his body.
"But this is nowhere near enough!!"
"Shut your damn mouth."
Frey shot back instantly, his blade slicing through the air with the same lethal grace Nameless once displayed.
The sheer momentum of the blow overwhelmed Zibar, forcing him back until his feet plowed into the earth as he fought for stability.
"Impressive," Zibar grunted, glancing up to intercept Frey’s next strike coming from above.
BOOOOM!!!
Frey brought his sword down with a heavy swing, which Zibar caught with his own weapon.
The resulting pressure drove both Zibar and Frey deep into the soil, causing widespread destruction to their surroundings.
It was clear that the collateral damage of this fight would dwarf their previous duel many times over.
However, this time... the battle was not a simple one-on-one.
The moment Frey attempted to press the Rank 10 Demon, a lightning-fast strike lunged at him from the flank.
Frey barely managed to deflect the blow, which sent him skidding back... but his new adversary followed up instantly, moving with the speed of light.
Before Frey stood Abraham—wielding a blade composed of pure, shimmering light—striking out at his own flesh and blood.
Under Frey’s horrified gaze... as he realized he was now forced to combat his own father... Abraham’s sword sliced into Frey’s body, capitalizing on that split-second of doubt.
Frey retreated at the final moment, putting distance between himself and Abraham.
The strike had left a gruesome gash across Frey’s shoulder... yet he paid no mind to the blood or the pain, as the injury closed up immediately.
But his expression betrayed a deeper sort of torment...
The agony of being compelled to draw his weapon against his father.
"Father... whether it is you or me, why does this world insist on torturing us? Even until the very end?"
Frey spoke with profound sorrow as he parried Abraham’s blade of light.
"Even beyond the end... even in death, do you not deserve peace? Do you not deserve redemption after all that pain?"
After everything Abraham had suffered, did he not earn a dignified rest?
He certainly did.
But the demons had defiled his body... turning him into a tool of war even in the afterlife.
That realization alone made Frey’s blood boil.
Yet he was once again pinned down as Zibar joined Abraham, attacking from the opposite side.
The fight shifted into a 2-on-1 struggle... and both foes were visibly more powerful than Frey, to the point where he could only hold his ground through his overwhelming special abilities.
Against them, Frey threw himself into a savage conflict, pouring every ounce of his being into the struggle... infusing every blow with his rage and raw emotion.
But the tide would not be easily turned.
The wrath of Frey Starlight alone was insufficient to change destiny.
But... what about his wrath?
In the heat of the fray... amidst the absolute chaos...
For a fleeting moment, the silhouette of another man materialized behind Frey... the outline of a masked figure.
And without warning... Frey discharged a shockwave of aura that knocked both Zibar and Abraham back simultaneously.
In that instant... Frey heard the voice of Nameless echoing in his mind once more.
But this time, the king's voice lacked its usual coldness...
It carried a new weight, an emotion Nameless had never shown before.
Nameless... was furious.
"Frey... from this point onward, you will obey my instructions to the letter. In this fight, you will not move... you will not breathe... unless I give you leave."
Nameless spoke, his voice trembling with suppressed rage.
It was as if Frey’s own fury had surged directly into him, confirming Nameless’s fears... that Frey had influenced him, and their connection had grown significantly deeper.
But Nameless did not linger on that thought.
His anger demanded only one outcome...
The slaughter of the wretches standing before them.
Frey understood perfectly that Nameless felt the same emotions... the same malice... the same objective.
Thus, he produced Nameless’s mask and pressed it onto his face.
Frey remained in command—he did not swap places with Nameless—yet somehow...
He was transformed the second the mask touched his skin.
The change was so drastic that Zibar’s grin vanished instantly, replaced by a look of total gravity.
On one side... stood Zibar and Abraham Starlight.
And on the other... stood Frey Starlight... the masked Frey... with the shadow of Nameless looming behind him.
In a sense... the battle had become a 2-on-2.
One thing was certain...
This conflict would not cease... until one side was dead.