A World Where You All Are The Villains - Chapter 53.1
The closer he came, the fiercer the flames devouring Tattooed Man #1’s hand grew.
“Gyaaaah! Spare me! Please spare meee!”
To make matters worse, the fire spread up to his arm.
Foaming at the mouth, the man thrashed on the ground, rolling in a desperate attempt to put out the flames.
But flames born of supernatural power could not be extinguished so easily.
Ssshhhhh—!
The sickening sound of his labored gasps, the stench of burning flesh. It was unbearable.
My stomach churned.
But even more maddening than that was this.
The number hovering above Dylan’s head, his rampage meter pushing dangerously high.
“…Stop.”
I parted my lips to speak.
Tattooed Man #1 could no longer even scream.
Unable to endure the merciless agony, he had finally passed out.
The flames that had turned his hand and forearm into blackened charcoal crept higher, hungrily seeking new fuel across his shoulder.
Dylan coldly looked down at the man, whose body still twitched with occasional spasms.
‘Why is he this angry?’
It wasn’t like with the Corrupted, when he’d wiped them out instantly.
Now, he was deliberately controlling his power, drawing it out. It was torture, plain and simple.
Meanwhile, the rampage meter rose again.
I couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Stop.”
“……”
“Stop it, Sir.”
“……”
“He’ll die at this rate!”
I shouted desperately, but Dylan didn’t even glance my way.
“Molesting a noblewoman is more than enough reason to die.”
“Punishment has to be dealt by the one who was molested. Did I ever ask you for help?”
My own voice sounded cold, detached, even to my ears.
At last, Dylan raised his head and locked eyes with me.
For an instant, his ashen gaze flared like sparks catching fire.
But only for an instant.
Whooosh—!
The flames slowly consuming Tattooed Man #1’s body vanished as if they had never been.
Pshhhhhh…
Thin, pale smoke rose from his charred arm.
This wasn’t just a burn. He would never be able to use that arm again.
The hand that had been about to strike me had been turned into a lump of charcoal in a blink, and it left me with a strange feeling.
Shifting my gaze, I looked at Tattooed Man #3, the only one still in relatively good condition.
His lower body was soaked through, and he was trembling like a leaf.
“P-Please… spare me…!”
“Take them, and get lost.”
With a jerk of his chin, Dylan gestured at the two sprawled on the ground.
The man scrambled up, then rushed to Tattooed Man #2, who was in better shape than 1.
“F-Fuck… my eyes! I can’t see! What the hell is happening, Ken?!”
“Shut up. If we don’t leave now, we’re all dead…! Get up, quick!”
Practically dragging him to his feet, the man then hoisted the unconscious Tattooed Man #1 onto his back.
Soon, the three of them staggered out of the alley in a hurry.
All that, just for trying to grope someone—a mistake they’d surely thought nothing of—yet the price had been devastating.
Enough to kill any thought of further revenge.
“……”
When their presence had completely faded, silence fell.
I let out a short sigh and reluctantly inclined my head to Dylan.
“…Thank you for helping me.”
I hadn’t wanted it, but the fact remained: thanks to him, I had gotten through the danger with ease.
Unlike last time, I expressed my thanks with courtesy.
“I’ll make sure to send proper recompense to House Frederick. Then, excuse me.”
I turned to walk past him.
“What were you doing here.”
The low, deep voice froze me in place.
I faltered, stopped, and turned back to look at him.
For some reason, Dylan’s eyes, dark and heavy, were fixed on me.
‘And what would you even do if you knew?’
That was what I wanted to snap back at him.
But the number above his head held my tongue.
“…I had business here.”
“Your escort.”
“I brought protection.”
“Ha.”
Abruptly, he let out a sharp, mirthless laugh.
Eliza
Lol. This mc was so dumb.
She was almost gang rap#d.
And she let the 3 of them get away without being imprisoned or killed.
How “kind” of her.
I’m going to speed run this novel to get it over it.
The idea is nice. But the both the mc and MLS are frustrating.