The Villain's Story

'I'm tired.'

I thought to myself as my body lay on the cold snow.

My entire body felt tired, my stamina was probably at its lowest right now.

And adding that to the fact that I don't what I just experienced, I was shook.

'...the Lavataur...Is it dead?'

I wondered, from my position I could not determine whether it was or not, so I activated my [Dragon Eyes] and confirmed that it was truly dead, and its body had already disintegrated.

And immediately after I was struck with another Headache.

"Urgh!"

I groaned in pain, I was about to deactivate [Dragon Eyes], but then it showed that even more monsters were coming in my direction.

"Fucking hell...I don't get even a second to rest..."

I murmured as I created a Spear of Ice and An armor of Ice Using [Ice Modification.]

I raised my tired body with the help of my spear and prepared myself to fight the monsters.

I activated [Dragon Eyes] to the extreme, I would have activated [Dragon Scales] as well if it weren't for its large mana cost.

...it hurts.

[Dragon Eyes] was extremely painful now.

I felt warm blood trickle down my face from my eyes as I readied my stance...

And waited for the horde to come closer.

And as I did so, I kept cursing the Shield Staff for their terrible service inside my head.

***

"It should be here."

Elena murmured.

She felt an extreme amount of mana from this area and was afraid that an extremely high-ranked monster had engaged in a fight with the students.

She had rushed over here as fast as she could.

"..!"

She suddenly stopped immediately as an awe-inspiring right entered her enhanced vision.

A single humanoid of ice clashed with hundreds of monsters with his spear.

Upon closer inspection, she found that he was a human covered in an armor of ice.

Fighting.

'...his technique.'

She thought to herself as she took sight of the battle.

His footwork, His Technique with the spear...

Was Perfect.

As if he had slain thousands of enemies with his spear.

As if he practiced those movements for centuries.

As if those movements were engraved in his mind.

As if he was a God of war that had slain countless enemies, one that had visited many wars and slew thousands of enemies.

..that chaotic technique...to possess such beauty. It was as if...

As...if he was the God Of the Spear.

She was shaken.

And it was then that she, from the corner of her eye, saw his eyes from the gap in his helmet of Ice.

Two, Bright blue shining eyes, that saw through everything.

'...Alan Peccator.'

She recognized the human that was fighting.

His C-Rank aura, The fact that he used a spear...and most importantly his lost redeeming feature.

His Eyes.

The Armour of Ice around him broke multiple times as he faced off against his foes, but it would regenerate again and again.

His spear, broke, only to be made anew again.

...but she knew...that he was tired.

It was the last struggle for him.

Even whenever the Monsters attacked with their teeth or claws, it would result in them breaking...

He was tired.

And yet still fighting.

p ...and then she saw his body fall, only to support himself again with his spear.

but she knew that he could fight no more.

She immediately rushed in and held his falling body and muttered.

"...you did good kid."

And then, she stared at the multiple monsters that had paused because of her appearance.

She stimulated her mana...and then muttered.

"Glacial Collapse."

***

"Well, this is a sight."

Douglas muttered as he stared at what would have been a bloodbath before him.

He saw Elijah on the ground and Serena collapsed over him.

Multiple other students were covered in injuries as well.

As he examined their injuries he heard a voice.

"...hey professor."

It was Elijah, who had opened his eyes and yet was still collapsed on the ground.

"...greetings"

Douglas muttered as he stared At Elijah's sorry state.

"...heh *Cough.*"

Elijah laughed at his professor's carefree demeanor but then coughed up blood.

Douglas immediately supported his head and said.

"Don't talk too much, you're still too injured, here drink this."

Douglas said to him as he fed him a potion.

With the help of the potion, Elijah sat up.

"Are these All the students that were with you?"

Douglas asked him a question, to which Elijah examined the surroundings and a confused look appeared on his face as he answered.

"...no, I think one is missing."

Hearing his answer Douglas grew alarmed and questioned Elijah again.

"Who?"

"Lucas, professor...is missing."

***

Why?

Why is he so strong?

Why is The first rank so strong?

Why is the second rank so strong?

Even the carefree third rank?

Why can I not match up with them?

Even though I 'Had' Everything from the beginning?

I understand the third rank.

But the first and second had nothing.

...then why?

Have I not tried enough?

What about my training?

What about the times when I broke my bones To impress them?

Wasn't I the greatest talent according to their words?

"Why?! Why must this noble being such as myself be weaker?!"

I shouted as I ran through the forest.

Why was I running?

I did not know.

Was my training not perfect?

As I was drowned in my thoughts. I encountered the monsters native to this floor.

I stepped back and then...

laughed at myself.

Hah?

Me?

Stepping back from these trash?

Don't make me laugh.

DO NOT MAKE ME LAUGH!

I am Lucas Hiddleston, The Son of Peter Hiddleston, An SS Ranked talent.

I WILL NOT LOSE TO TRASH MONSTERS LIKE YOU!

***

"...well this is a sight."

Arken muttered as he walked casually through the white desolate land of the fifth floor.

He had cleared the horde of monsters below and was walking back...but.

In front of him were corpses of monsters that were disappearing.

Yet this was not his doing.

This was the doing of a brown-haired, green-eyed handsome young man.

Who was currently on his knees.

It wasn't Arken who brought him to his knees, rather it was the injuries he sustained from fighting the multiple monsters.

He was breathing heavily, and couldn't raise his head to see Arken due to how exhausted he was.

"Lucas Hiddleston, correct?"

"hah, hah."

Arken asked, only to be met with Lucas's Gasps.

Arken laughed and stared at the student in front of him.

'Someone who was a sheltered prince did this?'

Arken Thought.

It was commendable.

A strange light shone in Arkens Eyes, as he asked Lucas A question.

And his answer would change his fate...quite literally.

"Would you like to become my student?"