I Became the Novel’s Extra Villain – Chapter 170

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Wjin
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A place where the sun could not shine, like during an eclipse.

Two shadows were cast in the void between Pandemonium and the human world.

One had black-feathered wings, flying as if falling. It was the final form of the Fallen Angel, the second coming of Lucifer.

The other was a spider-like human, a Great Demon named Baal, who led countless legions with his long, bat-like wings.

The two were simply carrying out the command of the Demon King, Satan, to capture two human women.

However,

“You seem to be deep in thought.”

“…Hmm.”

At Baal’s question, the Fallen Angel, Lucifer, had a serious expression.

‘Yeriel Artina…’

It was a familiar family name. Lucifer himself had fought the head of the Artina family.

‘curse you myself. The one who succeeds you… will one day become a helper of Pandemonium, just like me.

He had personally placed the curse of the Fallen Angel on him. That white-haired man had been a quite skilled mage.

He had wielded elemental magic far beyond the level of an Archmage, and had caused a lot of trouble for Pandemonium, following Krun. So, he had coveted him.

It was better to take him than to destroy him. And to sever the bloodline of the peculiar elemental mages, he had placed the curse of the Fallen Angel that would be passed down through generations.

But…

‘Has she still not felt despair?’

The seed of a demon immediately created black magic when the heart was shaken.

Therefore, for someone with a normal mentality and no divine power, it was a time when they would have already noticed the change in their body and become a Fallen Angel.

Lucifer frowned.

‘There must be some kind of suppressant.’

There had to be a reason why the Demon King had ordered them to be captured.

“Interesting.”

“What?”

If she couldn’t fall on her own, he thought of giving her a little push.

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“…I’m going first.”

“Yunho oppa…? Huh, where are you going?! A girl? Did you get a girl…?!”

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There was no time to worry about Chae-rin.

Beep beep beep beep. Ring ring.

I ran blindly, returned home, and went straight to the bathroom.

“Ugh!”

My head throbbed.

‘I’ll be at Seraphi…!’

– …Was it called ninja massacre?

– A personal developer… 2022 highly anticipated…! SRPG… officially released!

– Um… come quickly…

– Yawn.

– …Look me in the fucking eye and say it… get lost to your world.

– What about you, oppa? Are you thinking of starting over…?

I felt like I was going to throw up because of the tangled memories, like a knotted ball of yarn. My stomach, which had calmed down a little, was churning again.

“Ugh…!”

I finally spat out something that was rising up my throat.

“Ptooey…!”

Fortunately, since I hadn’t eaten anything, it was just sticky saliva, a sip of coffee I had just drunk, and…

Thud.

…scraps of paper, made of an unfamiliar material, stuck together, came into my sight.

“This is…”

The moment I tried to think about it,

Gurgle…

Suddenly, as if I had fallen into water, my ears went deaf. Something started to flash quickly through my mind.

H-Hey, don’t try anything funny.

Yawn.

The sight of me yawning in a dark place.

Rustle.

The sight of me stuffing something into my mouth while pretending to yawn.

Chew.

The sight of me secretly chewing on paper.

And the status window lighting up, saying I had acquired a skill. I instinctively pressed the detailed view of the status window.

Ding.

‘…So that’s it.’

All the puzzles were solved. The scroll I had chewed up in hell before I lost my memory had been digested and torn… and the effect was only now activating.

I stood up slowly.

“I have to go back.”

This one sentence moved my body. I didn’t remember everything, but one thing was for sure: the me of the past… had something unfinished.

“I have to… crush that bastard of an author.”

I boldly reached out and created a dimensional gate.

Whoosh!!!

An unbelievable event for a person of this world unfolded before my eyes. A blue oval, a vortex… a storm of time and space, like something I had seen before, made a sound as if beckoning me.

As I put one foot into the dimensional gate…

Ding.

The start screen from the game greeted me as a status window. Just as I was about to press continue without thinking,

“Wait.”

A fact hit me hard. But how? If I defragmented the fragments of my memory…

‘Author=Demon King.’

‘Demon King=Fucking strong.’

And there was also the strong setting of a self-insert Demon King. But I didn’t have any weapons right now?

‘How am I supposed to kill him?’

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Throb.

Looking back, I had a weapon I used to use in that world. A crossbow. A weapon that no one used in .

[Ash-Grey Crossbow]

I had annihilated several Great Demons with it.

“Inventory.”

-……

But even that, of course, wasn’t there. Only an empty status window space greeted me.

‘This game is so fucked up.’

Let’s think calmly. A normal attack probably wouldn’t even scratch the Demon King. He was strong enough to mention the ninja massacre ending…

My abilities were implemented by his power in the first place.

‘So whatever I do, I’m in the palm of his hand…?’

The reason why the me before I lost my memory had deliberately opened a dimensional portal to reality… the ultimate cheat play that could only be done in this reality where magic didn’t exist.

‘Hmm, I guess that’s the only way.’

Scrape!

I immediately rummaged through a drawer and opened the game guide book I had received during my days as a closed beta tester. A still stiff catalog. I held it and stood in front of the dimensional gate again.

“If I step on the dimensional gate with one foot…”

Ding.

The start screen greeted me. Right, the start screen from the closed beta, which I was quite familiar with from my days as a tester. And I gave a light command.

“Console window.”

Ding.

Then a blank status window appeared. Probably the command prompt. Hoping my guess was right, I slowly uttered one syllable at a time.

“/.c.h.e.a.t.”

Ding.

With the sound effect, I checked the catalog.

A dense list of cheats and commands greeted me. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hold on tight… Demon King.”

In the current situation, cheats didn’t create something out of nothing. As the Demon King said, all my power was implemented and granted solely by him.

In short, you’re in a very weakened state right now, aren’t you?

…Yes, yes, yes… you trash-like reader. But I’m still strong enough to kill one damn reader and restore the timeline, so you better get rid of those useless thoughts, okay?

So, as long as I grew beyond a bug, to a point where he couldn’t handle it… that was all that mattered.

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The Netherworld, Pandemonium.

Bring me about 100 more. Young ones.

Yes, y-yes…!

A demon who looked like a messenger ran off at lightning speed. At his feet were the cold corpses of numerous women and boys…

The Demon King, Satan, who had resolved all his worries, was recovering his strength. By taking pure virgins and young boys.

Rip. Rip. Swoosh!

To Satan, they were just creations, nothing more, nothing less.

“P-Please spare me…!”

When he was bored, he would tear them apart, throw them around, and slaughter them. Every time they were replaced with new ones, screams of despair, cries, and even the dying gasps of children echoed, but his expression remained unchanged.

He just slaughtered, and slaughtered, according to his instincts.

Is it not enough…?

Satan had already recovered enough to manifest his demonic form. But it hadn’t been long since he had woken from his deep sleep. He had used a lot of his power to banish that crazy bastard Lev Denec.

Therefore…

Those two bitches should be here soon…

Aria Bluebell. Yeriel Artina. The descendants of a saint and a war hero… If he performed black magic in front of the grandfather’s soul, he would be able to absorb a very high quality of magic.

Hmm… mentioning Lev Denec would be enough to give them false hope?

It was cliché, but how about keeping the pain as it was, keeping them alive but not letting their lives go out, and sewing their bodies together? And in that state, gang-raping them without letting them sleep wouldn’t be bad.

No. No.

If he sold their quite attractive bodies, it would be a piece of cake to corrupt the humans of the empire. There were plenty of greedy humans who wanted to have a go with a saint.

It was then.

Wooooooooooooooooooong!!!!!!

!!

Satan’s black magic began to pour out like a punctured balloon.

W-What the hell!!

Starting from his heart, his entire body began to wither.

—Ssssssssssssssshhhhh!!

Even the absolute overlord of Hell…was being drained of his life force, like famine in the aftermath of war— until he was nothing but skin and bones.

H-Huff… huff…

Barely five minutes had passed.

Now, all he could do was gasp for air, his breath hitching in his throat.

No one… no one…

Regrettably, his current state bore a striking resemblance

to the pitiful end of the archdemon Marcosias.

—Whirr… Whirr.

Waving his shriveled, dried-up arm— a pitiful sight, as he begged for salvation.

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—Step, step.

At last,

As if Hell itself had answered his cries, a familiar silhouette began to emerge from the distance.

C-Come… now… Give me your life fo—

“Ding. Side character quest received.”

!!!!!!!

And the voice belonged to—

Someone he never wanted to see again.

Not even after death.

That gray man. That damned bastard.

“Ah… So it’s your turn now?”

He smirked.

A wicked smile— enough to send shivers down even the Lord of the Underworld.

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