All Chapters of The Villain's Creed: Neither True Hero Nor Last Boss: Chapter 41
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Chapter 41: Just like her
No matter how fiercely she struck, no matter how many times she hurled her strength at him, the result never changed. Again and again, the clash ended the same way.“I admire your spirit,” Ngwan Le said, floating effortlessly in the empty sky where the shattered ground no longer existed. Their battle had long since risen into the air. “But in this state, you are no match for me.”A faint, almost nostalgic sigh slipped past his lips. “My family’s martial art… This is exactly why I avoided using it after perfecting it. Even back then, I didn’t bother with their version.”His gaze sharpened. “To unleash the improved form, I must convert all my power into a single force—Precise Strength.” All except that strange power, he reminded himself silently.The girl glared at him, panting between each word. “Your explanation tells me nothing!”Ngwan Le blinked. “Ah… you’re right.” He nodded mildly. “As I said, this state comes from complete conversion. In it, I can rely only on strength called pre
chapter 42: The link between the two of them
But Ngwan Le did not die. e had pulled something out of his sleeve.“Ah—!” he cried as another blow sent him rocketing upward. “What the hell…?!”The force of the punch twisted his body violently. When he reached the apex of his flight, instead of falling naturally, he found another fist already descending toward him—merciless, absolute.That one would’ve killed me.He barely dodged.Yet even in evasion, the recoil of that strike detonated through the air, smashing him downward at an unimaginable speed. Wind howled past his ears as the ground rushed up to meet him.At the last possible moment—barely one or two meters from impact—Ngwan Le stabilized himself.Too late.The fairy was already there.The instant his head lifted, her fist slammed into his face, launching him a full hundred meters away. His body plowed into the earth, carving a deep scar across the arena floor.But it wasn’t Ngwan Le who was stunned.It was her.The fairy stood on the arena, staring at her own hand, utterly
Chapter 43: power restrictions
The sky turned into a harrowing, translucent white, shimmering like the surface of the creation of a new world. In that same heartbeat, the edgeless pillars of the Immortal Fairy Realm—monoliths that had stood silent for eons—ignited with a blinding, celestial radiance.“The formation of a complete Crystal Physique! Whispered some fairies.At the center of the storm, Ngwan Le rose.Light power, surging from every corner of the void and nowhere at all, converged upon him. It clung to his skin, weaving into his marrow as he drifted upward, his body suspended forty centimeters above the earth.He felt the hum of power in his veins and smirked. The first level of the Homogenous Crystal Physique: The Crystal Light Physique firmation.“There shouldn't be a single fragment left,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the roar of energy. “They’ve compleyely merged in other to form this physique.”He closed his eyes and felt it. The physique was formed, yet it felt hollow—a vessel waitin
Chapter 44: The forgotten one
Is this it? Ngwan Le wondered, a sharp smirk cutting across his face. The resonance the Professor spoke of? The hollow ache within his Crystal Light Physique was finally being satiated. He could feel the foundations of the First Form settling into his marrow. As the realization dawned on him, the Fairy’s fist which had slammed into his chest was repulsive at the same time with her. Wave of concentrated light erupted from Ngwan Le’s skin, blasting the Fairy backward. She skidded across the arena. Still she didn't look angry. Instead she looked stunned. She stared at her own hand, then at Ngwan Le. "How?" She could feel her power again. She was back to two percent—the same strength she had used when she struck his reflection earlier. But this time, she had hit his true body. By logic, he should have been reduced to ash. Yet, he stood there, unblemished. "My fist... how can this be?" she gasped. It wasn't that she had lost the strength to kill him. It was that the Resonance emi
chapter 45: Not just a lesson
One week had passed since Ngwan Le’s battle with the mysterious fairy.And now, he sat inside the classroom, facing his professor for the third—and final—lesson.The professor stared at him for a long moment before letting out a sigh.“I truly believed I would need to explain this lesson in every detail,” he said. “Yet… it seems unnecessary.”Only one week, he thought. And I already feel useless.His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied Ngwan Le. How could this boy have formed a Crystal Light Flower so quickly? Even if it had not yet bloomed, such progress....Ngwan Le remained silent.The professor pulled a chair forward and sat directly in front of him.“The Seed of Light within you,” he said slowly, “has already grown into a Crystal Light Flower.”Just one week—from seed to maturity and then evolution. “Still,” he continued, standing up once more, “there are still some fundamental knowledge you must learn.”He turned and walked toward the white wall in front of him. When his finger
chapter 46: What happen after the professor lesson
The words lingered heavily in the room, and so the next day came by Ngwan Le lay flat on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Minutes passed. Then. “Damn it…” Still laying on his bed “That professor really knows how to say impressive things,” Ngwan Le muttered. “But when it comes to how to actually do it—he didn’t explain it properly.” Afterward, he woke up and went to meet Saint Clair. On his way, he was sure he kept thinking about how he the professor had firmly implanted the idea that he was a genius in his mind—so firmly, in fact, that he had forgotten to tell him what he needed in order to initiate the nourishment process for the flower. Crack. He opened the door—the door to the meeting room where Saint Clair currently was. It was a Tuesday afternoon. And every Tuesday, Saint Clair will be alone in the meeting room—her personal meeting room. She will be there ready to receive any unexpected guest or attend to anyone who came seeking her help. Every Tuesday, a
chapter 47: At the said bath
"First connection, soul separation." Was what he said lastly.The next day arrived without sunrise.It simply happened—as though the world had turned a page in silence, and Ngwan Le had been written into a new line of fate.He stood before the place she had spoken of, yet no guards, no gates.Only a publicity pannelIt was absurdly plain—two long iron supports driven deep into the ground, the space between them wide enough for five massive eight-wheeled trucks to pass through side by side. A doorway that wasn’t a doorway. An entrance that didn’t bother to pretend it was meant for people.And this… this was the place where he was supposed to come take his “bath.”Ngwan Le narrowed his eyes.There wasn’t even a door to open.Through the hollow between the iron legs, he could clearly see the other side—empty land stretching on, wind drifting over the lowest floating island like a sigh.Yet that wasn’t the strangest part.It wasn’t the only signboard.There were more.Hundreds… no—thousan
chapter 48: Takstu mission
How many days had it been since he left Earth?Ngwan Le’s thoughts drifted for only a heartbeat before he released them, like a leaf surrendering to the current. Time meant little now—not when he didn’t even know how days converted between worlds, and not when his mind was already chasing something far more urgent.What comes after the massacre?That was the real question.His gaze lowered to the shimmering water around him. It wasn’t water, not truly. It was light—liquefied, softened into a glowing pool.If I’m not in some kind of test… then what is this? he thought.A test. “If this is a test,” he whispered, voice barely disturbing the surface, “then what kind of test needs… all this?”The very idea was absurd. A realm like this—an immortal fairy domain filled with floating islands and laws that laughed at reality—could such a creation exist merely to judge him?He doubted it. Yet for the first time since arriving here, the question finally surfaced.Am I truly living in an immortal
chapter 49: The effect of the bathe
The pool was anything but quiet.It brimmed with murmurs—layer upon layer of voices weaving together like drifting mist. Some disciples spoke excitedly about the sensations they had felt upon bathing in the liquefied light. Others indulged in their own fantasies. And then there were those who whispered with barely concealed awe about Ngwan Le—about the uproar he had caused.“May I ask you a question?” The voice came from the figure closest to his left.Ngwan Le turned his head slightly. The boy hesitated, clearly wrestling with himself. Should I say it… or should I not?“Speak,” Ngwan Le said calmly.“For you… what does all this mean?”The words fell into the pool like a pebble.Many did not even hear them—not because they were unwilling, but because their minds were already drowned in the restless muttering that filled the air. As for those who did hear, confusion flickered across their faces. A simple question mark formed in their thoughts before they turned away, choosing instead t
chapter 50: The Bond Of Light
The moment the words bond and link echoed through the gathering, a ripple passed among the disciples of Light.One of them, the boy whose eyes were pale, parted his lips. “The Bond of Light,” he muttered.As the words left his mouth, his white eyes bled into yellow, the transformation lasting no longer than a heartbeat—yet it was enough.A disciple who had been yapping incessantly earlier could no longer contain himself.“The Bond of Light?” he asked eagerly. “What is it?”Ngwan Le fell silent. Why don't I share my thought, he thought. What I know about it.“It began with a decree,” Ngwan Le finally said, his voice calm yet carrying an unseen weight. “And after the decree… came manifestation.”The disciples leaned in.“After the words Let there be Light were spoken, manifestation followed. Yet what that manifestation truly was—no one knows clearly.” He paused, frowning slightly. “What is certain is only this: there is a Then, a Before, and an After… and beyond that, something without