The Villain's Story - #467 - 467 [467] Conclusion.

The ground was filled with blue blood, belonging to strange creatures that had an ethereal form, but were able to shift into a physical when they died. They possessed a great amount of mana, and it seems they had no particular affinity, wielding mana of all colors. They possessed tentacle like limbs, originating from a slimy upper body, with only a large eye on its visage. No nostrils, mouth, nothing.

They seemed like the famous Evil-Eyes monster, but had some minor differences. These monsters specialized in mental attacks, slowly driving their prey to insanity before they consumed its flesh, and their mana to increase their strength.

They were quite fearsome, their sizes indicate their strengths, some here were even the size of a house.

But they were all dead.

“Ha…”

Alan let out a groan as he watched the massacre he had just committed. He had been spawned in an abandoned, ruined city that was littered with these monsters, Fortunately, because of his adeptness in Mana, he was able to dispatch these creatures quickly. However, their mental attacks did prove to be quite harmful.

There were two large wounds on his head, one on the scalp, which cut apart his skin and revealed the skull beneath. And one on the side of his head, leaking blood into his eye. This one was also quite deep, and bone was showing.

He was currently on top of a large corpse of the monsters that inhabited this realm, or floor. Well, he was actually on top of a pile of their corpses… His spear was stuck in the biggest one’s eyes, and he retracted it, pulling the lens of the eye as well, which was lodged in his spearhead, the viscous liquid which was like slime spewed out as well.

“Disgusting… Ugh…”

He clutched his head, but the pain only increased when he touched his wounds. His vision would falter time and time again, strange figures wearing suits would appear, and whenever he tried to attack them it would always fail. The world turn black and white for a few seconds, and then a myriad of colors.

His mind had been messed with in this floor, courtesy of the strange creatures he had massacred. This event really put one thought in Alan.

‘I need more mental defense items…’

Indeed, this trial had given him quite the headache, ironically. He made up his mind to buy a lot of mental defense items when he left this accursed tower.

“I’ve cleared this goddamn stage…let me advance.”

He said, towards the sky, and the tower was silent. Alan, on the brink of being annoyed, it finally responded. Whether it was doing this on purpose or not, who knew? Maybe it just liked annoying the fuck out of Alan.

[Indeed.]

[You have cleared the 59th floor!]

[Transporting to lobby!]

[Transport failed.]

[Transport denied.]

“What?”

[Transporting to the sixtieth floor.]

“HEY!”

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[Outside the Tower, Capitol. Medical Room.]

“You finally up?”

Said Serena, as she cut some fruit up.

“Ugh…”

Elijah groaned, his body covered in bandages and connected to large machines which were pumping a hundred’s of thousands of dollars worth of potions into him, to sustain his injury.

“Don’t move, you idiot!”

She hit his head with the back of the knife, and Elijah fell over like a log, in the comfort of his bed.

“Where…am I?”

He asked, Serena, scared for a second thought.

‘Did he lose his common sense…’

Or was it his memory?

“Damn you Alan…”

‘Never mind.’

“Cough!”

He coughed, and Serena fed him a bottle of juice with a straw.

“You should rest. Don’t move an inch for a week or two.”

“Ugh…”

Elijah groaned once again, his body numb due to the number of potions he was being fed, but the mental fatigue couldn’t be cured.

“What’s the time…?”

He managed to ask with great difficulty. 

“One Thirty PM, And, you’ve been asleep for five days.”

“The fuck?!”

Elijah suddenly stood up, but coughed an exorbitant amount of blood in the next moment. Serena let out a sigh.

“Hey.”

She said, as she cast a few heals on him.

“Don’t fucking move.”

Scratch that, She ‘threatened.’

And Elijah was scared shitless by her stare. Who would have thought this guy was one that gave the audience an exciting fight, held up a meteor and cut in half would be scared shitless by a single stare, that too from someone far weaker than him? 

Shocking, no?

Anyway, Elijah was silent all the time, and Serena calmly cut up fruit, eyeing him from time to time to make sure he didn’t do anything strange. 

After a while of this suffocating silence, to which the only ‘noise’ would be Serena eating and cutting apart fruit. Elijah finally got tired and asked.

“What’s happening right now?”

It was a struggle for him to even open his mouth. Well, his entire body had almost been cleaved through, and had a hole the size of a basketball in his chest. Thankfully, he was a dragon, lest he would be six feet under from just the first strike.

Dragon’s were truly remarkable, no wonder they were the strongest.

“A lot.”

Serena replied vaguely, prompting Elijah to sigh and ask.

“Explain please?”

With a coyish look on her face, she explained.

“Fights, a lot of fights. The Battle fest semi-finals, I mean. The first fight was between Kazikato Shimoshino, and the other dude.”

“Other dude?”

“Alex something. The dude who can use the strange gray Element.”

“Alexander Wright?”

“Yeah, it was quite a good fight and both of them were equally matched.

Hearing this, Elijah was startled.

“Huh?”

Someone was equally matched against the dude who almost defeated Alan? He was hacing a hard time believing it. 

“Yep.”

“…”

Unfortunately, it was the truth.

‘So he was that strong, huh…’

He thought, he didn’t really remember much of Alexander, only that he defeated Kyle. It was shocking for him to see that he was this strong. But of course, he still had some doubts because he didn’t really see it happen.

“Rest.”

However, Serena quickly put him to sleep before he could injure himself further.