I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

220 – Hero (4)

The meeting with the wise man has ended.

It meant that Eva and Lilia were kicked out of the dream world.

At the same time, it meant that their dream-like trip was over.

The sky was reflected in Eva’s eyes when she woke up from a dream. Gray eyes became brighter. The sky was very beautiful.

It was a dreamy sky that seemed to have been created by abstractly spraying various paints on light blue drawing paper.

Somewhere it’s pink, somewhere it’s purple, there’s red in that corner, black next to it, yellow a little above that, and green and white further to the side.

The sky was like a flower field.

It can be compared to the wings of a butterfly.

A feast of chaotic yet harmonious colors.

‘It’s a color combination I’ve seen before…’

Ivar quickly figured out the identity of the familiar figure.

‘…Lilia.’

Yes, that woman’s eye color was exactly similar to that.

Eyes of all natural colors that are beautiful at any moment.

I remembered how the wise man’s eyes turned dark during the meeting.

Lilia disappears, the world collapses and the appearance of an unknown monster.

‘What the fuck happened?’

My dazed mind woke up. Ivar stood up.

‘Where am I… Where have all the other kids gone…’

A very different space from the rural village that existed just before.

The idyllic scenery of trees, dirt, and simple houses was everywhere, and the sight of an unfamiliar room with the feel of hard brick and the smell of iron welcomed him.

There is a bar on the window that reflects the sky, and there is no one around. It’s like a prison. It may actually be a prison.

‘Then I was sleeping alone until now?’

When Ivar realized this, he became afraid.

Iva’s body has the characteristic of hyper-regeneration. To control this, brands bearing the [Curse of impossible regeneration] Were placed on various parts of the body to suppress regeneration.

It is not a perfect solution.

When you lose consciousness, the stigma is deactivated.

Therefore, even when he sleeps, someone must flow magical power to activate the brand.

Otherwise, your body will turn into a hideous flesh monster again.

“Crazy!”

That was the situation now.

Iva was very surprised and looked at her body.

“Crazy?”

There was no problem.

Iva was even more surprised than before and looked at her body again.

No matter how much I analyzed the body, there was nothing wrong. I’m fine. It did not go beyond the scope of humans.

It didn’t grow any bigger than usual.

Confirmation must be thorough.

Just in case, I pulled down my pants and checked inside.

“This is normal too…”

It was confirmed that it had grown arbitrarily while sleeping. Fortunately, it looks like this guy was able to grow up properly. One exception was added to the judgment that it was no bigger than usual.

I burst out laughing because it was so ridiculous to act like a dick without even knowing the situation.

Ivar has now admitted it.

He has the normal body of a teenage boy.

The wise man did not listen to Iva’s wishes.

The wise man transferred the demonic elements from his body to someone else.

Ivar knows that someone.

There was more light illuminating the narrow room. The door to the room was opened.

Geek.

The clanging sound of the door announced that the room was made to imprison someone.

Stella said as she came in through the door.

“You’re awake?”

“It seems so.”

Stella got straight to the point.

“We were chased.”

The brief and dry tone of speech seen during his days as the head of a mercenary group. It seemed to indicate what attitude she was taking toward this matter.

“It seems so.”

Lilia became the Demon Lord.

Your life is not over.

This shitty life is still going as it should.

“It’s not like a dragon head, it’s like a dragon head.”

**

When the intellectual space of the wise man collapsed.

The emotion felt by the landowner (even though he did not own the land) was embarrassment.

‘Why?’

The wise man chose Lilia as the nest to hatch the Demon King.

The reason is simple.

Because it was more stable.

Iva has already adapted excessively to the power of the Demon King.

If you awaken him into the devil for no reason, you will be contributing to the destruction of the world, rather than dealing with it peacefully.

But look at Lilia.

Pure magical power without even the power of a devil or a magical beast, let alone a devil king.

A beautiful, involuntary but pure body.

A rational, cool-headed, and brilliant mind who became a witch at a young age.

Power Appearance Status.

There is no need to be tied down to all that because you already have it.

That’s why I’m free.

Freedom brings adventure, adventure brings achievement, and achievement brings progress.

Development.

Trying to move in a better direction is human dignity and greatness.

Lilia could easily be called the most talented ‘person’.

It was predicted that her humanity would be enough to suppress the Demon King’s inhumanity and create a weak Demon King.

It only took one second to realize that this was an incorrect prediction.

This is because as soon as Lilia accepted the power of the Demon King, she began to run wild.

One second to decide that the situation was starting to get serious.

Two seconds to decide that the runaway must be prevented.

3 seconds to realize that it is impossible.

The wise man realized in 3 seconds.

The prediction was wrong.

Lilia was not the correct answer; she was like a land mine. It was to the point where I wanted to accuse it of fraud.

The wise man was arrogant, but he was not foolish enough to blindly believe that his predictions would always be accurate.

Therefore, she quickly acknowledged her mistake and analyzed the reasons for failure.

It could have been said that it was too late to analyze it when everything was already known, but it was inevitable because it was her nature.

Since ancient times, wise men have enjoyed analyzing phenomena and objects. Her brilliant mind, one of the most brilliant in human history, combined with her nature quickly made her one of the world’s greatest scholars.

Higher status means more knowledge.

After absorbing and analyzing most of the existing knowledge at a young age, she quickly came to one conclusion.

The resurrection of the Demon King cannot be prevented.

Afterwards, the wise man devoted his life to preparing for that resurrection.

The resurrection of the Demon King is delayed as much as possible. Even if revived, adjust in advance to minimize damage.

In the process, sacrifices by a few are unavoidable.

As a result, anything is okay as long as it can protect humanity. A wise man armed with such a spirit often committed unethical acts. Because of this, I often had friction with my best friend, the warrior.

Even wise men know.

There are many problems with this method, and it is unfair to those who are forced to make sacrifices.

But this time, she was also unfair.

The decision to choose Lilia as the Demon King was not simply because Lilia was a more stable sacrifice.

This decision was also part of the sacrifice’s own intention.

Lilia clearly wished for death. He wanted Iva to die rather than die.

Therefore, I did as he wished.

I respected this poor woman’s will!

At that moment, the wise man realized the true reason why Lilia awakened into the Demon King.

The last of the last. Just before turning from human to non-human, before facing divine subjugation as evil. This is what Lilia had hoped for.

I lost hope in life.

I came to want that kind of life, growing old and loving with someone.

Lilia did not want to die.

Since death is a lonely thing to face alone, Lilia hoped for something she should not have hoped for out of loneliness and fear.

‘…I can’t believe it.’

In the end, Lilia desired life.

‘Are you ruining this important work just because of something like that?’

In other words, this failure was caused by Lilia’s change of mind.

‘He said he was the master, but he ended up resembling a servant…’

The wise man became dazed by Lilia’s clink.

Iva was also a very temperamental child, but she was able to distinguish between times. Lilia was even more capricious than that.

But now it’s all meaningless.

The wise man dies soon.

-‘If you keep doing that shit, you’ll end up ruined one day, you damn b*tch.’

I remembered the warrior’s last words before he died.

‘Yes, my friend. Like you said, I failed.’

Later generations of humans will be unable to have any influence on the world, other than learning lessons from her achievements.

‘Couldn’t you have given me more advice? Then we wouldn’t have seen something like this.’

So the wise man neatly gave up his regrets. It was an irresponsible and wise move at the same time.

There’s nothing I can do anyway, and I’m going to die soon.

As I gave up my regrets about resolving the situation, ironically, another regret arose.

Even if it is combined with the devil, is it because it is a human spirit? She still had human nature. A shabby feeling arose in my mind that I couldn’t completely erase.

‘I didn’t expect it to be this scary.’

The name of regret is the desire to survive.

It was an intense fear and rejection of death.

A collapsing world. Blurred consciousness. The futility that nothing will become meaningless. I became more fearful when I imagined the unknown world after death. All the more so because we couldn’t predict anything.

I was more afraid because I was knowledgeable.

Not knowing anything always brought tremendous fear to the wise man who knew most things.

There is nothing after death. I always knew it, but I never really understood it.

The wise man attained enlightenment just before his death.

‘Okay. Lilia, this is how you felt.’

The wise man understood Lilia.

‘Dying was scarier than I thought.’

Knowledge and understanding are different.

Even the world’s best intellectuals don’t know the situation until it happens.

I was too complacent about the fear of death.

The wise man knew emotions. I sympathized with their fears.

Of course it has no meaning.

The world began to perish. It is about to begin its downfall, like the stones falling from a stone tower one by one and collapsing.

The first stone that fell was the fall of the wise man.

‘I never thought the day would come when I would call you again.’

Water that has already spilled.

Someone has to pick it up.

Now we have gone beyond the scope of solving it with wisdom.

What we need now is strength.

There must be a hero.

‘Hero!’

The wise man cried out that name. But she had already isolated herself from the world, and that cry could not reach anyone and only crumbled.

Soon, my spirit also crumbled like a shout.

It was the foolish end of the wisest man.

Even after the wise man died, the call to the warrior echoed throughout the world.

This was not a miracle left on the world by the sage’s sorrow. She disappeared without leaving anything behind.

That cry was not the miracle of one person, but a common consciousness.

Just as everyone hopes for life in the face of death, everyone in this world cries out its name in the face of fear they cannot fight.

Hero!

An era has begun in which heroes who existed only in simple traditions and legends were actually needed.

Just one hero.

A cry rang out calling for someone who would take on the cliché yet royal narrative of killing the Demon King and restoring peace to the world.

Every time the cries and screams shook the world, the name also shook the world.

Something that did not yet exist was shaking the world.

There was only one person who questioned this common desire for a hero.

“I think it’s crazy to pass on the salvation of all people to an individual. Is there no answer other than passing the entire burden on to one person? This is not it.”

Iva.

“Honestly, everyone has done enough at this point, right?”

He was a foreigner.

“This is what happened, let’s just perish together”