"How do you know about it…?" she demanded, her voice laced with unrestrained disgust as her piercing azure eyes bore into . It seed my words had struck a nerve.
She was striking, with golden-blonde hair woven neatly into a braid, and deep, penetrating blue eyes that could easily freeze soone in their tracks. Her flawless, snow-white skin frad her plump, pink lips, while her attire was both elegant and imposing, commanding attention. But it was her pointed ears that revealed her true nature.
An elf.
Zilda Ellie Yureya. One of the notorious villains of the ga.
A grim chuckle bubbled up in my mind. From her conversation and the raw hatred in her gaze, I had a strong suspicion of who she was from the start. She was the only one known to despise silver with such unyielding, irrational fervor.
"Ugh," I grunted, trying to wrench myself free from her iron grip. But her strength was overwhelming, far beyond anything I could counter in my current state. I was trapped, pinned against the rough bark of a tree as her hand clenched my neck in an unrelenting stranglehold.
Tsk. This wasn't looking good.
Around us, the field lay open, a few other elves packing up their camp just within view, completely unconcerned with my predicant. Typical. Elves who viewed humans as nothing more than insects.
And that bastard standing behind her—the one who'd knocked out before—watched silently, his gaze cold and unwavering. I knew that if I tried anything, he'd end without hesitation.
*Simp.*
I couldn't help the bitterness twisting in my gut. Why did this always happen to ? From my miserable life on Earth to this cursed existence here… I was at my breaking point.
And in that mont, sothing in cracked. My expression shifted from anxious to coldly indifferent.
"Why shouldn't I know about it?" I replied, countering her question with my own.
Her eyes widened, surprised at my sudden boldness.
But—
*BOOM!*
"Ugh—!" Pain exploded through as her fist slamd into my gut, the impact so brutal I swore sothing vital had ruptured.
"You really don't get it, do you?" she sneered. "I call the shots here. I could kill you where you stand, and you couldn't do a thing about it. Now, tell . How do you know of elven heritage?"
I looked up, a bitter laugh escaping my lips as frustration twisted in my chest.
Why? Why did I have to endure all this? Why was I condemned to endless suffering? Why did I have to live Amael's life, a life so riddled with pain that I had tried to avoid it at all costs?
I'm *tired* of it. Sick of it. Every day I wake up to a world that disgusts , a life that gnaws at my sanity. I've tried to make the best of it, tried to hold it together…
But it seems this is all I'll ever know.
Just as it's always been…
I was never in control of my fate. I was just a pawn in a ga I barely understood.
The "good guy"? I'm done with that role.
I'm done with *everything*.
I am through with being their entertainnt. Their tool.
"Fine. Let tell you," I muttered, my voice hollow, my mind numbing as dark thoughts swirled around like a storm.
That's what they wanted, right? Fine.
I'd give them a villain they'd never forget.
"I'll end it all," I whispered, feeling sothing crack deep within , a cold resolve hardening in my chest. "I'll burn this world to the ground."
I would destroy this place.
I would beco… the villain.
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