Chapter 2

You just can't reason with a psycho.

I gripped the blade, my hand shaking uncontrollably. Before, it was a crisis, so I acted without thinking twice. But now, in a normal situation, I couldn’t bring myself to do it!

“Tsk, how boring.” I couldn’t bring myself to strike. Valerius seemed to lose interest. He simply scooped me up, opened the window, and jumped out.

I swear to god, I just free-fell like I was flying, and I almost puked.

I clung to his neck for dear life, terrified of being splattered into a pancake. Once we landed, I was even more speechless, because there was a whole group of people waiting to kill Valerius!

My mind raced, and I finally remembered this plot point: Valerius’s disguise had been torn away, and the righteous heroes were attacking him.

After he pulled me from his arms, my legs were shaking so badly I thought I’d collapse. My face must have looked utterly horrified, like I’d just seen a ghost. He took one look at my expression and burst out laughing.

“Detecting a decrease in the villain’s hatred points. Currently at 60%.”

Me: Can you *please* get it straight? I’m about to die! Who gives a damn about some stupid ‘points’?

System: “Host, you will still need to complete the quest even if you die.”

Me: …

I took a good look around and realized: This guy *planned* this. No wonder he didn’t fight back earlier. He was setting me up! He deliberately led me straight into this trap.

Damn it, I should have stayed upstairs.

“So scared? How about I just kill you now, make it quick and painless.” Valerius leaned close, speaking gently.

Painless, my ass! I forced a trembling smile. “No thanks, I think I’ll stick around a little longer. If I’m going down, you’re coming with me.”

His expression suddenly turned cold. He pulled me with one hand and drew his own sword with the other. “Who says you’re going to die soon?”

There were at least twenty opponents. A dark and stormy night – perfect for a massacre. I should’ve never stabbed him earlier. What if he couldn’t fight them off?

“Valerius, you monster! Prepare to die!” They charged forward with their swords. I couldn’t see the faces of our attackers, only heard the clash of blades, and felt myself being yanked around so violently I felt like my last meal was about to make a reappearance.

I squeezed my eyes shut, terrified a head might roll to my feet.

The sounds of fighting gradually faded, but I still didn’t dare open my eyes.

“Don’t want your eyes anymore? I can dig them out for you.” Valerius’s voice entered my ear, and I immediately snapped my eyes open in terror. A pile of corpses lay before me. No joke, it was really a *pile*!

I’ve never met anyone so utterly insane. Why would he pile them up like that after killing them?! Just to make sure I saw it was a *pile*? What the hell is wrong with his brain?

“My brain is perfectly fine. I just thought they were all about the same height, so piling them up might make them look neater.” Valerius’s smiling voice rang out.

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