Villain's Odyssey: Enslaving heroines, Conquering Villainesses Chapter 27: Legacy

A Legacy was, in many ways, a cheat—a shortcut left behind by capricious gods who delighted in playing gas across multiple worlds. These legacies bestowed rare items, skills, and abilities that could change the entire ga for anyone fortunate enough to find them and survive the trials.

But Azalea wasn’t here for those trappings. According to his knowledge of the ga, this particular Legacy held two rare alchemical ingredients he desperately needed—ingredients so scarce that acquiring them without drawing unwanted attention would be impossible. They were extrely rare, and the risks of obtaining them were astronomical.

In the ga, the House Poltren of Albion—the very sa house from which Vivian hailed—had once raided this world. In doing so, they not only secured dangerous tier relics but also three prized ingredients: Quillin seeds, Narasel roots, and the Petal of Fire. These items were crazy expensive, and Azalea needed them in vast quantities if he intended to grow stronger.

"Haa... Are you sure you want to do this?" Anna asked, worry evident in her tone. "A Legacy world is extrely dangerous. How about I just give you money? Na your price."

But he didn’t answer. He only stared at the massive stone, deep in thought as he ticulously planned his next move. Yes, she was right—Legacy worlds were notoriously perilous. Most of them trapped the user until every trial was overco, and those trials were hellish, boasting only about a 30% success rate. Yet, as he glanced over his shoulder, he saw Anna feeding the horse, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.

"Hm..." he humd thoughtfully. The odds of him surviving unscathed were slim, but with Anna’s uncanny talent, the chances of success climbed to a staggering 70%. In that mont, he decided that the risk was worth the reward.

"We are going in," he declared.

Vivian gritted her teeth. "Are you insane?! You’re weaker than I am—even with these damned cuffs on! Do you know what kind of monsters live in Legacies?!"

Her voice cracked from frustration. She was at her limit. How could anyone tolerate a lunatic like this? She glanced back at Anna, hoping for support—but the mont their eyes t, her heart sank.

That girl reeked of murder. A cold, seething urge to kill him radiated from her like heat from a fire.

And yet... she obeyed him.

Why?

Why was soone that powerful, that deadly, still following him?

He must be far more dangerous than he looks.

That was the only explanation.

"...Am I the one being held captive here?" he asked idly.

Vivian blinked, confused.

"No?"

"Good," Azalea said. "Then rember—your opinion isn’t needed."

He turned back to the stone, dismissing her entirely.

Vivian’s face twisted. "I promise you," she hissed, "you’ll die a horrible death if you keep going down this path."

"I know," he said calmly.

"Let’s go."

Anna walked forward as commanded. Vivian watched her warily. She couldn’t understand this obedience—it looked too much like loyalty. But when she saw Anna’s expression, she finally understood.

It wasn’t loyalty.

It was hate buried beneath obedience.

And that was worse.

"I have to get away from this lunatic," Vivian thought bitterly. Or kill him. That works too.

"Anna. Do the honors."

The girl stared at him for a mont, eyes unreadable, before stepping forward. She pressed her palm to the stone and channeled a torrent of ether into it. In seconds, glowing golden runes flared out from the center, crawling across the stone’s surface in a complex web.

Vivian tensed.

Azalea’s hand rested on her shoulder—not out of affection, but necessity. She still needed his ether to simulate a higher output and suppress the aphrodisiac’s effects. The cuffs around her wrists limited her ability, and without him constantly feeding her ether, she would unravel again.

She’d tied herself to him.

Damn it.

She sighed in resignation.

But then sothing clicked.

The Legacy realm...

It disrupted all external influences once entered. No bindings. No forced ether connections. No outside magic.

Her lips slowly curled into a grin.

Maybe this Legacy wasn’t such a curse after all.