“Run away a little harder. It won’t be fun at all.”
If they jump out further, it'll be fun to chase them. You boring guys.
To buy time, Victor picked up the two corpses and threw them into the carriage. Only then did he realize that he had been holding a woman during his rampage.
'What am I holding you like a corpse? I completely forgot about it.'
It was surprising. It wasn't as annoying a personality as he had imagined.
He knew who this woman was the moment he met her.
Odette something Albrecht.
He couldn't pretend not to notice it, because it gave off a scent that only the transcendent could smell.
'What a sleazy bastard the priest who wrote the Bible is!'
When Victor met the Purifier, his heart would race as if the world had stopped, the bells of joy would ring, and he would sing about this and that, but it all seemed to be a blast.
'Is it the scent of the Purifier that makes even the most noble monster drool and obey when smelled?'
The moment he first met her, he felt a mouth-watering scent passing by for a moment... but it was clearly an illusion.
Because the smell of roses that was wafting around right now was making his mouth water and his head hurt.
'What's so artificial about this? It's disgusting.'
Victor didn't feel sorry for the villainess Odette, but the sight of her covered in blood and not even uttering a sound made him nervous.
Even more so because of her pale complexion and her blank stare into space.
“Pretty lady, are you okay?”
There was no response even when Victor shook the skinny body he was holding. It was as if the soul had left the body and was wandering somewhere.
“Your body is too cold, honey.”
"...!"
'Honey.' At that word, sparks flew from her turquoise eyes and the light returned.
'What is this woman?'
Fear, resentment, regret, sorrow.
There was an overwhelming power in those eyes that were filled with emotions that could not be defined in one word.
'Has this woman ever been terribly entangled with me?'
Enough for Victor to have that illusion for a moment.
But that couldn't be the case. This was the first time they met in person. He would know better.
The reason they have never met is because Odette has consistently refused to meet Victor. After all, he comes from a poor family.
'Oh, is that the problem? Is that why you have such complicated eyes because you're being hugged by some dirty slum bastard?'
It seemed likely enough.
Even more so when Victor thinks back to the time in the past when he had urgently requested purification and what that woman's response was.
“I have no intention of associating with a lowly human being who is worse than an insect. How dare you, a dirty and vulgar thief, try to meet me.”
A sentence full of contempt, an arrogant and presumptuous tone of speech.
'Ha.'
Then he felt stupid for being embarrassed by this woman's pale reaction.
'What? Do I really want to be stuck here? My head hurts so bad I could die.'
Victor stepped onto the roof of the carriage and leaped up to the tall stone building, where he dumped Odette on the roof.
“Just rest here. I’ll go and beat up those robbers who were harassing us.”
Victor leaped from the rooftop to the ground, swinging his moon blade in a savage pose, chasing the robber with his mouth open.
The only thing that doesn't look cruel is the blushing face.
Victor, who had torn the necks of the robber and his gang who had fled at full speed like paper and left a sea of blood, kicked the severed heads and bodies with his feet and sent them flying through the carriage window hundreds of meters away.
As if to show off the amazing physical abilities of a transcendent being.
"Finish!"
The moment he snapped his fingers, a huge bang! A pillar of fire shot up from the carriage, followed by a huge mushroom cloud of smoke rising over the city.
Victor swept his blood-soaked hair back with a refreshing expression.
“They say that there is nothing better than killing someone to correct a bad habit.”
Pyrokinesis. The ability to manipulate fire.
S-class people were prohibited from using their abilities against people, but it wasn't a problem anyway.
No one in this city who witnessed this fact would dare to denounce him.
3 minutes. That's how long it took for it all to happen.
Honey.
The moment Odette heard those words in Victor's voice, it felt like someone had poured ice water on her head. Her mind, which was struggling with PTSD, barely came to its senses.
'What am I supposed to do now that I'm lost in past memories?'
As she clenched her fist hard enough to draw blood to regain her senses, her shaking hands calmed down somewhat.
It was fortunate that Victor had left the room at that moment. It gave Odette time to collect her shocked mind and prepare for how to deal with him when he returned.
Victor was the male protagonist with the most broken character in <Redemption>. He was a crazy guy who had a huge influence on raising the level of devastation in this game.
"An arsonist who lights a fire in women's hearts. If you want a hot, obsessive man?! I recommend Viktor, a particularly sadistic, no-fuck, bed-hugging brat♡"
The setting book explains it this way, but when you look at the pillar of fire rising in the distance, there is no phrase more abominable than this.
'Don't you dare light a fire under a woman's heart? That kid is actually sitting there committing arson.'
Odette looked up at the cloud of smoke with complicated eyes.
This is the first time they've talked in this life, but he probably already has a high level of disgust for her. He must have exchanged letters with her father, who pretended to be her.
'How can I avoid increasing that guy's disgust level? How was it when I played <Victor Route> in Redemption?'
Odette racked her brain.
'He was the type of person who got really bored with obvious things. To the point where if I made a slightly obvious choice, his favorability rating would drop right away.'
Especially at the first meeting, if there was no surprise, it would have been impossible to enter the <Victor Route>. This is a character for whom surprise is that important.
'So, from Victor's perspective, I have to do the most unexpected thing Odette would do.'
When she reached that conclusion, Victor returned to the rooftop.
“Have you been waiting long, honey?”
With a lazy smile.
Abandoned at birth, Victor grew up among a gang of street thieves.
Large for his age, stronger than an adult, and with a pleasure-seeking nature, he quickly rose to prominence among the bandits. No one in the underworld did not know the name 'Victor'.
At the age of 13, a grim bounty was placed on his head, but after he awakened as a Transcendent, even the Metropolitan Police Department that placed the bounty treated him as the King of the underworld.
Growing up surrounded by enemies, he learned the value of violence.
“Look at this. They say that fists create order, not laws.”
Just look at all the guys who were excited about the festival atmosphere as they return home with their eyes closed after being shown a demonstrative beating of the robber's gang.
“After all, the answer is to rehabilitate criminals by committing bigger crimes. They say that dead criminals can’t commit more crimes.”
Viktor turned his head away from the clean Red Globoznik Street with a smirk.
“Do you agree?”
To the beauty sitting on the rooftop, giving off a rose-like scent that was almost a stench.
“...”
“You’re pretty generous. I know you like doing bad things, but I didn’t know you went to places like this.”
Victor walked towards Odette with long, brisk strides, then grabbed her chin and pulled her to meet his eyes.
“With such a pretty face, you’re so fearless. Even the lowest of the low don’t come this far.”
His eyes caught sight of the delicate facial line he was holding in one hand. It was aesthetically beautiful, but it didn't give him any inspiration.
'The Crown Prince and Sion were joking. They said that the smell was so bad it could kill a woman. But it's not that bad.'
Even though the artificial rose scent was giving him a headache, he didn't let go of the hand that was holding the woman's chin. It felt pretty good to have this damned arrogant woman looking up at him.
“I wonder, honey? How does it feel to be saved by a human who is worse than an insect?”
The woman who had made him most miserable when he was most desperate was in his grasp.
'She'll smack my dirty hands away and beat me up terribly, like the arrogant young lady that she is.'
She said that after reading the letter he sent, she would burn her gloves. She even threw away the letter knife that touched the letter, saying it was unclean.
How funny it would be to see that noble woman unable to endure this unpleasant situation, Victor smiled with his green eyes wide as he anticipated the woman's reaction.
“Honey, what are you going to do with those precious lips? You have to answer.”
Victor pressed his thumb hard against the woman's lips, just enough to make her feel insulted.
'Your reaction was completely expected.'
Victor could be sure of what kind of mischief she would commit.
She had a particularly bad compatibility with his own abilities, so even when the pollution level was low, she suffered greatly.
On nights when he was writhing in pain so much that he wished someone would kill him instead, Victor read and reread Odette's insulting reply thousands of times as if it were a lifeline.
Because he wanted to feel the traces of the Purifier even like that. He desperately needed salvation, even if it was just a single drop.
Well, that's all in the past now.
Anyway, as time went on, Victor was able to naturally read the woman's personality.
A bloodline sect just like any other noblewoman. An arrogant bundle of arrogance who doesn't want to get involved with commoners even in the slightest.
A human being who was born in the slums and despises and despises himself like an insect.
The more he touches Odette, the more disgusted she becomes, like a bug.
He swept the woman's face with the palm of his hand as if to show his insult.
Anticipating the horror that would come across the face of that arrogant woman, and the atrocities she would commit.
But then it was.
If they jump out further, it'll be fun to chase them. You boring guys.
To buy time, Victor picked up the two corpses and threw them into the carriage. Only then did he realize that he had been holding a woman during his rampage.
'What am I holding you like a corpse? I completely forgot about it.'
It was surprising. It wasn't as annoying a personality as he had imagined.
He knew who this woman was the moment he met her.
Odette something Albrecht.
He couldn't pretend not to notice it, because it gave off a scent that only the transcendent could smell.
'What a sleazy bastard the priest who wrote the Bible is!'
When Victor met the Purifier, his heart would race as if the world had stopped, the bells of joy would ring, and he would sing about this and that, but it all seemed to be a blast.
'Is it the scent of the Purifier that makes even the most noble monster drool and obey when smelled?'
The moment he first met her, he felt a mouth-watering scent passing by for a moment... but it was clearly an illusion.
Because the smell of roses that was wafting around right now was making his mouth water and his head hurt.
'What's so artificial about this? It's disgusting.'
Victor didn't feel sorry for the villainess Odette, but the sight of her covered in blood and not even uttering a sound made him nervous.
Even more so because of her pale complexion and her blank stare into space.
“Pretty lady, are you okay?”
There was no response even when Victor shook the skinny body he was holding. It was as if the soul had left the body and was wandering somewhere.
“Your body is too cold, honey.”
"...!"
'Honey.' At that word, sparks flew from her turquoise eyes and the light returned.
'What is this woman?'
Fear, resentment, regret, sorrow.
There was an overwhelming power in those eyes that were filled with emotions that could not be defined in one word.
'Has this woman ever been terribly entangled with me?'
Enough for Victor to have that illusion for a moment.
But that couldn't be the case. This was the first time they met in person. He would know better.
The reason they have never met is because Odette has consistently refused to meet Victor. After all, he comes from a poor family.
'Oh, is that the problem? Is that why you have such complicated eyes because you're being hugged by some dirty slum bastard?'
It seemed likely enough.
Even more so when Victor thinks back to the time in the past when he had urgently requested purification and what that woman's response was.
“I have no intention of associating with a lowly human being who is worse than an insect. How dare you, a dirty and vulgar thief, try to meet me.”
A sentence full of contempt, an arrogant and presumptuous tone of speech.
'Ha.'
Then he felt stupid for being embarrassed by this woman's pale reaction.
'What? Do I really want to be stuck here? My head hurts so bad I could die.'
Victor stepped onto the roof of the carriage and leaped up to the tall stone building, where he dumped Odette on the roof.
“Just rest here. I’ll go and beat up those robbers who were harassing us.”
Victor leaped from the rooftop to the ground, swinging his moon blade in a savage pose, chasing the robber with his mouth open.
The only thing that doesn't look cruel is the blushing face.
Victor, who had torn the necks of the robber and his gang who had fled at full speed like paper and left a sea of blood, kicked the severed heads and bodies with his feet and sent them flying through the carriage window hundreds of meters away.
As if to show off the amazing physical abilities of a transcendent being.
"Finish!"
The moment he snapped his fingers, a huge bang! A pillar of fire shot up from the carriage, followed by a huge mushroom cloud of smoke rising over the city.
Victor swept his blood-soaked hair back with a refreshing expression.
“They say that there is nothing better than killing someone to correct a bad habit.”
Pyrokinesis. The ability to manipulate fire.
S-class people were prohibited from using their abilities against people, but it wasn't a problem anyway.
No one in this city who witnessed this fact would dare to denounce him.
3 minutes. That's how long it took for it all to happen.
***
Honey.
The moment Odette heard those words in Victor's voice, it felt like someone had poured ice water on her head. Her mind, which was struggling with PTSD, barely came to its senses.
'What am I supposed to do now that I'm lost in past memories?'
As she clenched her fist hard enough to draw blood to regain her senses, her shaking hands calmed down somewhat.
It was fortunate that Victor had left the room at that moment. It gave Odette time to collect her shocked mind and prepare for how to deal with him when he returned.
Victor was the male protagonist with the most broken character in <Redemption>. He was a crazy guy who had a huge influence on raising the level of devastation in this game.
"An arsonist who lights a fire in women's hearts. If you want a hot, obsessive man?! I recommend Viktor, a particularly sadistic, no-fuck, bed-hugging brat♡"
The setting book explains it this way, but when you look at the pillar of fire rising in the distance, there is no phrase more abominable than this.
'Don't you dare light a fire under a woman's heart? That kid is actually sitting there committing arson.'
Odette looked up at the cloud of smoke with complicated eyes.
This is the first time they've talked in this life, but he probably already has a high level of disgust for her. He must have exchanged letters with her father, who pretended to be her.
'How can I avoid increasing that guy's disgust level? How was it when I played <Victor Route> in Redemption?'
Odette racked her brain.
'He was the type of person who got really bored with obvious things. To the point where if I made a slightly obvious choice, his favorability rating would drop right away.'
Especially at the first meeting, if there was no surprise, it would have been impossible to enter the <Victor Route>. This is a character for whom surprise is that important.
'So, from Victor's perspective, I have to do the most unexpected thing Odette would do.'
When she reached that conclusion, Victor returned to the rooftop.
“Have you been waiting long, honey?”
With a lazy smile.
***
Abandoned at birth, Victor grew up among a gang of street thieves.
Large for his age, stronger than an adult, and with a pleasure-seeking nature, he quickly rose to prominence among the bandits. No one in the underworld did not know the name 'Victor'.
At the age of 13, a grim bounty was placed on his head, but after he awakened as a Transcendent, even the Metropolitan Police Department that placed the bounty treated him as the King of the underworld.
Growing up surrounded by enemies, he learned the value of violence.
“Look at this. They say that fists create order, not laws.”
Just look at all the guys who were excited about the festival atmosphere as they return home with their eyes closed after being shown a demonstrative beating of the robber's gang.
“After all, the answer is to rehabilitate criminals by committing bigger crimes. They say that dead criminals can’t commit more crimes.”
Viktor turned his head away from the clean Red Globoznik Street with a smirk.
“Do you agree?”
To the beauty sitting on the rooftop, giving off a rose-like scent that was almost a stench.
“...”
“You’re pretty generous. I know you like doing bad things, but I didn’t know you went to places like this.”
Victor walked towards Odette with long, brisk strides, then grabbed her chin and pulled her to meet his eyes.
“With such a pretty face, you’re so fearless. Even the lowest of the low don’t come this far.”
His eyes caught sight of the delicate facial line he was holding in one hand. It was aesthetically beautiful, but it didn't give him any inspiration.
'The Crown Prince and Sion were joking. They said that the smell was so bad it could kill a woman. But it's not that bad.'
Even though the artificial rose scent was giving him a headache, he didn't let go of the hand that was holding the woman's chin. It felt pretty good to have this damned arrogant woman looking up at him.
“I wonder, honey? How does it feel to be saved by a human who is worse than an insect?”
The woman who had made him most miserable when he was most desperate was in his grasp.
'She'll smack my dirty hands away and beat me up terribly, like the arrogant young lady that she is.'
She said that after reading the letter he sent, she would burn her gloves. She even threw away the letter knife that touched the letter, saying it was unclean.
How funny it would be to see that noble woman unable to endure this unpleasant situation, Victor smiled with his green eyes wide as he anticipated the woman's reaction.
“Honey, what are you going to do with those precious lips? You have to answer.”
Victor pressed his thumb hard against the woman's lips, just enough to make her feel insulted.
'Your reaction was completely expected.'
Victor could be sure of what kind of mischief she would commit.
She had a particularly bad compatibility with his own abilities, so even when the pollution level was low, she suffered greatly.
On nights when he was writhing in pain so much that he wished someone would kill him instead, Victor read and reread Odette's insulting reply thousands of times as if it were a lifeline.
Because he wanted to feel the traces of the Purifier even like that. He desperately needed salvation, even if it was just a single drop.
Well, that's all in the past now.
Anyway, as time went on, Victor was able to naturally read the woman's personality.
A bloodline sect just like any other noblewoman. An arrogant bundle of arrogance who doesn't want to get involved with commoners even in the slightest.
A human being who was born in the slums and despises and despises himself like an insect.
The more he touches Odette, the more disgusted she becomes, like a bug.
He swept the woman's face with the palm of his hand as if to show his insult.
Anticipating the horror that would come across the face of that arrogant woman, and the atrocities she would commit.
But then it was.
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