Villain of my own novel



The behemoth's rippling howl resounded throughout the dungeon. "Rippling" because players—or any humanly existence wasn't supposed to hear it's voice for that matter—weren't built to be able to clearly hear such a high pitched and loud voice.

But as a "Divine Beast," Seo Hana could, and extremely clearly at that.

Her ears rang while her consciousness felt like it was about it shatter like a thin piece of glass, she clenched her ears, gritted her teeth as she tried to endure the screech, of course, it was soon proved to be impossible, because the howl which was causing the reality to ripple, hence it was only natural that it wouldn't be silenced merely by closing one's ears.

While Eshwar stood at the island, gazing at the events take place, humming. He had poked holes into the reality right next to his ears, which allowed him to get by, unfazed. He had also helped Frostine, but not Isha, since he knew she didn't need his protection. His woman was strong, stronger than him when he didn't want to be "that" stronger person.

What's "that"?

You know, the one who bares "everything" alone and still strives to stand tall, that kind.

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'Hmnmhmn~ hmmmnnm~'

I hummed as I swayed, dancing. My hum was a trillion times better than that atrocious screech of that being from the Divine Realm.

They are too disgusting to be from the divine realm?

Heh. If you are disgusted by only this much, then you are better of staying where you are. This could be considered the most least part of the disgustingness in the divine realm.

Since I'm not planning to go there in this life, you will more likely be spared from THAT level of disgust. You better thank me!

"________" I muttered, but nothing was heard back to my ears.

'That must've hurt....' I thought, gazing at the devastated, anguish dyed expression on Hana's face.

Why am I not helping her?

Because she is the protagonist of my story of this world. Why would I help her so openly when she is THE protagonist? Aren't I still here, as the plot-armour? I'll save her by granting her a new ability or by become a tsundere antagonist character. If they had brought in somebody else, I would have turned him/her into a sacrificial lamb, but it isn't that big of a deal since nobody else is really here....

Wait!

I glanced back at Frostine, thinking of making her into a character who jumps into the battlefield to save the protagonist, which would in turn lead to.....

Character development!

'But Frostine seems to hate Hana a bit too much, she might notice if her emotions abruptly take a turn for a worst/best....'

What a dilemma, haaaa.....

'This is taking longer than intended.....'

SNAP-!

With a snap of my fingers, reality rippled which stopped upon reaching the octopus-head. The screech halted, together with everything else, with only Isha and myself being able to move.

With a flick of my fingers, Seo Hana was swapped with a mud grain next to me, while the octopus-head was forced to shut up. And with another flick of my fingers, reality returned to "normal," if it, or anything for that matter, could be considered to be "normal" anymore.

But one thing I'm not able to understand is that; I could understand that I was able to bend reality on Earth, because I was the creator, that world was a world strongly influenced on my novel, even though that too wasn't really understandable, but it was considerably understandable if I take into account of the fact that I am the creator of that novel-like world, hence it must come with some privileges, that also included the control over reality.

Now the question is,

Why is this world, planet Antinoüs, being influenced by that privilege?

I'm not its creator, then why is it bending according to my wishes?

Well, isn't that something to ponder over?

But first,

"Isha, please." I muttered, and Isha, who understood and remembered what we came here for, got into action.

We were here to clear this dome, of course, it was her idea. She wanted to lend some help to the survivors, whom she too was gazing at through the same system windows as I was, slightly unaware of me influencing their actions.

My lovely wife too kind hearted! Goddamn! She is toooooo lovable!

Ahem, ahem!

"Wha..... Why? What're you-" Seo Hana roared, trying to act tough as she pretended to be unaffected by the mind-numbing pain, that assaulted her due to the octopus-head's screech.

"Please, shut up. We are not here to entertain you, we are here to clear this dome, if you act out like this, I'll force this dome to break." I casually threatened Hana, gazing at her dumbfounded face from the corner of my eyes. These human-like actions of mine were irrelevant, but to hold in the wanting-to-explode emotions within myself, these small exhibition of expressions was made habitual.

And I had also noticed that she, Isha, likes it when my emotions are visible on my face.

"How's the adventurer guild going for you?" I asked, trying to start a small talk.

"..... Good." Hana replied, ending the small talk, with a literal small talk.

".... Out!" Isha's mumble sounded in a distance, as her white-hair glimmered under the brilliant moonlight. Which was due to dome's day and night cycle, that had stayed the same, night time, since the creation of this dome.

'Rage out, huh....' That was her command phase to let her shadow creatures out of her shadow domain. A literal shadow "army," of thousands rose, scattered out of her upturned palm, which acted as the initiated domain's portal, as she floated mid-air with an indifferent expression on her face as she gazed at the octopus-head.

".....Brace yourself, she'll clears this dome in a matter of minutes."

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Eshwar's pride dipped words sounded right next to Hana. Whose ringing ears and mind-numbing pain had subsided considerably, thanks to her natural regenerative abilities that had came as a plus with her trait, which had been unlocked to its full potential currently.

Hana gazed at Isha's miniature figure in front of the behemoth standing tall without a momentary hesitation or a second thought, while an army of seemingly thousands stood behind her. They were undead, or at least were supposed to be, but noticing how they walked out of the divine domain, Hana didn't know what to name them.

Divine Shadows?

Holy undead?

Unholy divine beasts?

Unholy Divine Shadows?

That rolls off the tongue....

Then, the Unholy Divine Shadows it is.

SNAP-!

With a snap of Isha's slender fingers, the ground beneath the behemoth darkened.

SPLASH-!!!

ZUUUOOMM-!

Millions of miniature pitch-black hand splashed out of the ocean, which increased in numbers as they continued to climb up, and before they reached the behemoth's inverted knees, the number of hands had multiplied by at least twice, and showed no signs of slowing down anytime soon.

FLUTTER-!

Isha's clothes fluttered when she stretched her hand out, and a few of the shadow creatures rushed towards Isha's hand, stretched out in a straight line and compressed themselves, forming a light-devouring, knightly longsword.

And with a flickering swing of her sword,

A large light-devouring arc shot out, slashing the behemoth in half.....

Or so Hana expected to see, but nothing even close to her expectations took place.

As her, Isha's, sword swing didn't even cause the disturbance in the air around herself, which slightly disappointed Hana, who wanted to laugh at Isha's seemingly futile attempt, but fully knowing that she would die the moment she put her thoughts into actions, Hana stopped herself.

And then, something unexpected happened.

The shadow creatures behind Isha condensed into a large boulder-sized blob and exploded, all while not even a winds' breezes sounds sounded.

The shadow of nothing but divinity blanketed the sky above the ocean as it devoured the moon, or so it seemed to Hana, whose vision had been stolen. Her flames burned from the inside and soon armoured Hana, who began to glow like a torch, as a pair of bright orange irises next to her were seemed to be gazing into the sky, where Isha stood previously.

By the next instance, the blanket of darkness cracked in lines, and slowly took the shape of a broadsword, by the time Hana figured out the form of the cracked darkness, almost the entire sky was covered with humongous but different kinds of swords, through gaps of which moonlight peered through, forming a mesmerizingly beautiful scenery, which was soon went uncared for, as the shadowed swords in the sky began to hum in a strange but somehow familiar rhythm.

She understood why it felt familiar soon after! Because Eshwar, who stood next to her, also began to hum the rhythm played by the swords, no, it was the swords that were humming his humming rhythm.

Isha gazed down at Eshwar and flashed a bright smile that seemed to lit up the whole, glumness crowding dome. She refocused on the behemoth, raised her hand up, pointing her light-devouring longsword at the skies, and slashed down her sword at the air in front of her, which instead made way for her sword to cut right through. At what? Hana didn't know.

WHOOOOSH-!!!

All the humongous swords in sky shot out towards the immobile behemoth, instead of piercing through the monster, they, the swords, rounded it up, circled over it's octopus-head ominously and elegantly.

And before the long second passed, they aimed and shot down at its body, piercing through every bit of its humongous body, without even the sounds of the swords piercing through sounding.

Which to be brutally honest, left Hana dumbfounded as she gazed at Isha float back towards Eshwar, unfazed and unaffected, as if the battle, no, the one-sided hunt didn't even affect her in the slightest.

That, the now porcupine-d monster, was the behemoth that had killed many of the strong survivors, who could be said to be around Eshwar's Elven Kingdom's devastation incident's time's strength.

Such a behemoth, was killed so beautifully and effortlessly that Hana, who realised the slightest extent of a God's strength, had no choice but to be left dumbfounded.

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