THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 776 The Devil Who Refused to Die
Previously on THE VILLAIN'S POV...
"Are you certain of this plan? Dispatching him by himself to confront the Shadow Sect seems too risky," Vayne commented, a subtle grin playing on her lips, while Amon denied it with a shake of his head.
"No worries. Although I wish that repulsive monster would perish, his talents are impressive. Should he encounter failure, his prowess will keep him alive."
"Hmm... I trust your judgment," Vayne responded, causing Amon to face her directly.
"What's bothering you, Vayne? You're not the type to question my choices."
Vayne acted like an untamed predator, always following her instincts. She had never attempted to meddle in the decisions of her superiors, sparking Amon's intrigue.
Yet she dismissed it quickly with a shake of her head.
"Nothing at all. I simply yearn to destroy the Shadow Sect and their mortal allies without delay."
"Patience isn't required. I understand the shame from your loss to Fulghor stings, but revenge will come in due time."
Vayne acknowledged it with a nod.
"Naturally."
Her composed, brief answer led Amon to gaze at her briefly before looking elsewhere.
"Get ready. The ultimate clash approaches."
Amon departed, and Vayne's grin grew broader.
"Indeed... this round, we'll conclude it all. This time, I'll seize it without fail," Vayne whispered, her purple gaze flickering with a soft crimson glow.
"Frey Starlight... you're the crucial piece."
She tightened her grip, steadily calming her inner turmoil.
Gradually, she shut her eyes, allowing her form to merge into the enveloping shadows.
Mere moments passed before the view transformed entirely... to a different location, a shadowy and foreboding domain.
Surrounded by walls of gloom and a malevolent cursed energy, the area evoked an unreachable ethereal plane.
In the heart of that obscurity stood Vayne.
Her figure floated in suspension, entwined by dark filaments turned into restraints, encasing her fully within a pitch-black pod.
Inside that void, Vayne remained powerless, her lids sealed, a resentful look twisting her features—as though all was lost to her.
Facing her was yet another abhorrent fiend, cloaked in utter darkness.
He observed her for extended moments, a wicked smirk curling over his countenance.
A fiend bearing three eyes, one a profound scarlet... the King's Eye.
None other than Wesker.
He suppressed a chuckle prior to uttering words.
"My deepest apologies, beloved sister... forgive me for turning you into my ultimate experiment. Yet I had no alternative—my form was at its breaking point, with survival out of reach."
Wesker extended a hand, caressing his sibling as she rested in profound sleep.
"However, I triumphed. And that's the vital outcome."
The concluding phase. The essential element to fulfill his ambition.
"Gehrman utterly outmatched me. That stood as the supreme disgrace in my life..."
Shadows consumed Wesker's frame as he started wielding his freshly acquired might.
"Yet I endure... signifying the conflict persists."
"I've earned a renewed opportunity—courtesy of the Life and Death force I forged on my own!"
Even after his downfall to Gehrman and brushing so near to oblivion, Wesker rejoiced... for he had at last mastered his personal world-shattering technique.
Up to this point, the King's Eye remained his sole World-Breaking Ability, bestowed upon him by the Demon King.
Over endless eras, Wesker labored to craft a strength uniquely his—
one aligned with the Law of Life and Death.
It originated long ago, when Wesker grasped that despite his genius, despite his alarming advancement...
He could never ascend to the stature of that flawless entity.
The beast that captivated him...
The mighty Demon King, Agaroth.
Bearing his inherent tier and immense promise...
even Crimson lay beyond Wesker's grasp, much less Agaroth.
Wesker—the cruel idealist obsessed with dominance—refused to tolerate this.
Yet no route existed to elevate him to their heights.
That shifted on the day a particular figure emerged... a fighter capable of challenging the Demon King.
Nameless.
In that instant, a deranged notion sparked within Wesker.
Suppose... by some means... he acquired the form of a titan like Nameless?
His unattainable dream might then materialize.
From Nameless's initial emergence, Wesker set about devising a force to seize that fighter's physique.
Though his cruel tendencies thrived on agony, torment wasn't his sole aim.
True, he relished it—but crucially...
Wesker delved into the Law of Life and Death.
Via every variety of creature, each mode of being, he aimed to comprehend it profoundly to command it.
But his grand vision faced a crushing setback when Nameless fell to Agaroth... prior to Wesker finalizing his power.
Following Nameless's demise, Wesker wandered aimlessly for a spell...
yet he persisted in chasing Life and Death.
Initially, he even contemplated targeting Agaroth as his prize...
but he swiftly discarded that deranged notion.
The Demon King comprehended far too much already.
Opposing him spelled certain doom.
Thus Wesker bided his time.
For ages.
Quietly.
Awaiting the ideal container... a physique to realize his supreme objective.
Across the epochs, myriad mighty combatants arose.
Myths emerged. Titles carved into annals.
But none attained the caliber Wesker craved...
Until the moment the King's Eye beheld the inconceivable.
The instant Frey Starlight entered the world.
An offspring whose path twisted so profoundly that even the architect and scribe of the cosmos...
even the entity who molded the Demon King...
had tethered Frey to it.
Yet what seized Wesker's focus above all
was Frey Starlight's fate intertwining with Nameless.
That fact alone propelled Wesker toward Earth at once... even breaching Kazis Valerion's barrier at immense expense.
Subsequently, post-clash with Gehrman and Abraham, Wesker uncovered the reality:
Frey Starlight served as Nameless's ideal host.
A frame harboring every dormant promise of Nameless.
And at that juncture...
Optimism revived in the Fourth High Demon.
That's why Wesker monitored Frey across these years.
Why he permitted his strengthening.
Not for liberating the Demon King from confinement—
Rather to enable Frey's zenith.
So that, at the opportune instant...
Wesker might possess him.
After innumerable years, triumph arrived.
Life and Death ability... Possession.
A force enabling him to seize another's form while preserving his potency.
It stemmed from decades of unyielding inquiry and trials by Wesker's warped brilliance.
He had shaped an instrument of pure terror.
His Possession proved so potent that those lacking defensive measures or command over Life and Death couldn't defy it.
The power also failed against entities at SSS's ultimate phase,
as that condition intertwined inherently with Life and Death.
But beyond them...
Wesker wielded his might unbound.
He had trialed it already—upon Prince Aegon Valerion.
Regarding Vayne, she hadn't featured in the initial scheme...
But events compelled his action.
And his effective dominion over such a fearsome entity merely confirmed his power's perfection.
And the subsequent mark...
Frey Starlight.
The flawless container.
The physique granting ascent to the pinnacle he envisioned lifelong.
This marked Wesker's paramount aim—
the drive fueling all his deeds.
Upon attaining it...
Gehrman.
The Shadow Sect.
And any bold enough to obstruct him...
All faced annihilation.
As Wesker's cackle resounded across the shadowy abyss,
before his sibling Vayne, adrift in forgetfulness...
The Fourth High Demon vanished from sight... Poised for the ideal strike.