I Possessed the Villain in the Lily Novel

Chapter 102

102 – Tribute (完)

“Give you your body and be free?”

“Right. That’s it.”

Morve laughed.

“Aren’t we both good? I’m free to follow my dreams and you can throw off the body you hate.”

She wrapped herself around me, whispering sweetly like a snake tempting Eve.

The freedom I longed for, the freedom to cast off even this rational oppression.

The proposal itself wasn’t surprising in the slightest. Because it was expected before. When she seduces me with my body, the most effective means to use is a new body.

However, the other meaning of those words became a dagger and pierced my heart.

“Isn’t that what you wanted? Your body is just your trouble? But why are you looking like that? Let’s laugh some more! Only the two of us can save each other!”

Morve smiled broadly and stabbed me in the chest several times with his chin.

“Not even wise men who speak the truth without giving you any help! Not even women who show you possessiveness! Not even those who already treat you as a potential enemy! They can’t save you!”

I was suddenly dazed, like someone who had been hit over the head with a hammer.

There is a magic called [Losfulgor].

It’s a magic that rains lightning wherever it touches my blood.

It was one of my favorite spells as I was often hurt. Because it could even turn my wounds into weapons.

And I heard Spica nagging me every time I wrote it.

Magic proficiency increases in proportion to the growing scar. I didn’t use it in front of her because Spica’s eyes were dark, but I continued to use the magic without reflection.

It was not me who suppressed my scars, but the eyes of others.

And now, it was Lillia’s gaze, not mine, that blocked my strategy using regeneration.

I haven’t changed a bit since then.

“…..”

So, Morbe’s words now awakened me to the present and at the same time penetrated all of my life that I have built up to this point.

That’s why I couldn’t refute her words.

However, I couldn’t agree.

“Thanks for the suggestion.”

The ownership of my body belongs to me, not to anyone else, and the right to control my body belongs to no one else.

“I refuse.”

I have it.

This is an innate human right. It is my own right to self-determination that cannot and should not be transferred to anyone.

A sentence read from a manifesto once covered in dust. Even if the paper fades, the sky will not fade, so this right will shine forever.

Morve grinned and fell from my body.

“Then I can’t help it! Disappear for the sake of my demon lord!”

Seeing her like that, I also smiled.

“Morbe, I am not interested in the world you wish for.”

Insects such as flies and butterflies that had been roaming around my hands that had blossomed like flowers began to roam around me. Its size was so large that it resembled the flapping of wings of a bird rather than that of an insect.

The wind it created distorted my sense of equilibrium, distorted my vision, and distorted my senses of hearing, taste, and pain. It was the flapping of wings that turned my dream into a nightmare.

“I already know about eternity. So, I’m not curious about the era of eternity, and I don’t want to make it.”

Nevertheless, it is my dream. I instinctively knew where Morve was now.

As she said, until now I have not spared my body in the slightest.

I hated my body.

The image created like that made me unable to use healing magic.

But the enemies often used healing magic. I have a lot of scars on my body, but they didn’t have the same scars as mine. With the excuse of being cowardly, I hated that regeneration. He even made a magic called [Curse of Impossible Regeneration] To judge them.

However, this has not changed even now, when the hated regenerative ability became flesh itself.

I still hated playing.

Now I am the regeneration itself, so am I hating myself?

My emotions and body contradicted me and stabbed me.

Did I hate regeneration?

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Probably not.

Looking back, I think it was jealousy, not hatred.

They can love their bodies, but I couldn’t.

Because I started at the lowest place, I have an inferiority complex in everything in the world. It is I who look up to even the flies that eat corpses with an inferiority complex.

So, the magic that was my image itself.

It was just jealousy.

“Surely Morbe what you said is true.”

I was jealous of others and didn’t try to have it.

What is a person?

At the same time, they are animals that think, use language, make and use tools, and form a society.

Doesn’t this have some kind of qualification or dignity?

How is that qualification and dignity maintained?

Where do human qualifications start?

Of course, it starts with thinking of oneself as a person.

You must know your rights, know your duties, know humanity, know respect, and know your emotions.

Then have I been a human until now?

In the past and now. I cut out a part of me and denied it.

The part of me that I thought of, not a person.

The country did not look at existence properly and tried to dissociate and escape.

I tried to cut off the past of being a slave, I didn’t admit that I was a devil, I turned my eyes away from the possibility of being a demon king candidate, saying that it couldn’t be that way.

Have you ever been a human?

“I wanted to give up my body. From my past, from who I am, and possibly from the possibility of my future. I kept trying to escape.”

I finally realized the reason for this inexplicable stuffiness that had been stuck like a thorn.

“Thank you. Morve. Your words reminded me of that.”

After so many years, I realized this.

The powerless bookmark finally fell on the paper called me.

Foolishly, with so much written, I lingered tirelessly in the air like a dog that roamed beneath the clouds.

When I counted the days I lived through, there was no one I didn’t hate.

I was able to have my own strength because it was such a life.

The content of my hope was jealousy.

It was my bad luck that made me a man.

My unfortunate life was also an element that made a person.

Even though I searched all my life for wanting to become a human, I couldn’t recognize a single person closest to me.

“With your words, I realized why I couldn’t control myself.”

All my life I’ve been looking for people, but I’ve never thought of myself as a person.

“I realized why my dreams are blank and painful.”

If I couldn’t even love myself, how could I love someone else?

How can I accept others when I can’t define who I am and I’m being swayed by others.

In denying me, cutting me off, rejecting me.

I pushed away even what I should have, how can I fill it with other things?

What filled it up was futility, and what came to mind was sighing.

“But isn’t that pain and void also part of me?”

Wildflowers next to lilies are impure, but wildflowers that bloom on barren land seem pure.

However, no matter what surrounds it, no matter what definition others give, in the end, wild flowers are bound to be wild flowers.

“Everything here is me. I am a fragment of a person. So I have to admit everything. I have to accept everything.”

I haven’t changed even for a moment.

I was myself.

No one can deny this.

Even I cannot deny or suppress myself. Can’t control me The country does not arbitrarily reorganize its existence.

This is the person I am.

A demon named Iva, a slave who started out as a curse word called Shiva. Although he is a candidate for the demon king who can even cause destruction, he suffers from not being able to sleep.

This is me.

All of this was me.

Whether as a slave, as a mercenary, as a monster, as a devil, even as a demon lord.

That I was a person, I am a person, and I will become a person.

So.

“But if you give me to the bugs, I’ll use them.”

Insects gathered in my body. Hands blooming like flowers, demons blooming loftily like huge lotuses, everything without exception.

All of this is mine. It’s my own. Neither deny it nor turn a blind eye to it.

I finally understood the ordeal.

A sense of ownership could not be achieved by simply considering someone else’s house as one’s own.

It was natural that this house was mine and no matter how much I shouted, I couldn’t achieve it.

I haven’t had confidence since the one who shouted.

It’s the same as having nothing.

Even if you cut yourself off and then hatefully try to possess something outside, can you have a sense of ownership?

The noisy beating of the wings, the twisting of the five senses, and the fragments of the devil that filled my emptiness all went into silence within the existence of me.

《Congratulations on passing the ordeal!》

I heard the voice of a sage, as if weeping in joy.

This is probably her true voice, not the voice of an artificial sage from the outside world.

The wind blew.

In that windy place, I saw something that I couldn’t accept, that I couldn’t accept, that wasn’t me.

In the space where I accepted everything, the existence that I couldn’t accept alone.

The impurity in me.

Morbe.

“Morbe, you are wrong! Your demon king is none other than me! A slave who grew up without a mother and father, a mercenary who lived on cockroaches for lack of money, and a monster who gained ugly weight. It’s all me. .It was all me. It was definitely me.”

The wings sprouted. These wings were not the ones that would tear my back and grow ugly.

A flock rather than wings. A pile of bloody bugs, like moths chasing light and butterflies seeking flowers, bloomed like wings and decorated the back.

“And now. The devil who will punish you and accept even chaos will be me!”

Some of the swarms of insects that make up its wings gathered in my hand.

It landed in my hand solemnly like a wreath on an altar.

The bloody group gradually began to fly in groups in the form of long weapons such as spears and swords.

“Morbe, I am your demon king. You cannot be my subordinate. I will not rule as I am not ruled.”

I used to hold the crowd and shouted.

This was not a weapon that forcibly transformed the body through regeneration, nor was it a weapon that was premised on being injured.

“It’s true. The demon king is not anyone but you. In this world, only you can become the demon king. Only you can change the world.”

Looking at these blood-colored insects, the sword held in reverse and the spear gripped, Morve laughed helplessly.

“You devil. You’re going to take away my freedom to change the world. Why don’t you exercise your rights?”

I am a weapon developed by humans to defend themselves.

With martial arts in hand.

“Yeah right…You forgot you were part of that f*cking world!”

I swung it as it was.

As the slash touched Morbe’s body, the blood-red worms and her body spread like petals tearing from the sky.

Morve fell helplessly to the ground and looked up at me.

Now it seemed difficult to maintain its shape any longer.

She was able to exist here as a demon of chaos,

Unlike until now, when I denied that I am the devil of chaos, I am breaking down like this.

It was the moment when her death, which she had avoided countless times, was about to arrive.

Morve asked.

“Then, what is the eternity you talked about earlier? Can you say eternity even when you see me disappearing like this?”

“Of course.”

I answered as I watched the sight of an existence becoming nothing.

“The fact that I was my person is eternal. The fact that I was here will not change even if humanity dies and my existence is forgotten.”

Her last expression was still a twitching smile.

“So, I’m not curious about the eternal world. I already live there.”

Morve said.

“Kyahahahaha! Stop talking nonsense, you idiot!”

Her last words were her characteristic cheerful voice.

And outside, Lillia was eagerly pointing at the Prophet.

“I can’t go far from this seal anyway.”

As if I agreed with that statement, I received the word by tapping it like Stella used to knocking on my back with a slate.

“That’s right. You’ve seen it before. He’s about to break this kind of seal, right?”

The Prophet replied that this was not the case.

“Of course it is. But even so, it’s enough to seal it again.”

“Didn’t I tell you? Respect his wishes.”

“Now, this is the answer to that plan, and it has no other meaning. Please do not misinterpret my opinion.”

Stella raised her voice.

“Will he be sealed? Of course he rebels. Iba is a human being. Even if you try, you’ll break it right away? Shouldn’t you think a little more properly?”

It’s painful to continue that seemingly unnecessary argument.

I put my hand on the wall and gave it strength.

This time it wasn’t a runaway out of anger. It was an action that started with my will.

As I said before, I like Sumi-san.

I shouted as I tore the barrier between me and the world.

“Well said!!!”

My vision was stained blue.

“…Please don’t complicate the story.”

“That’s my baby.”

“You’re doing well.”

The seal is broken.

I don’t know how long it took after the seal started, but the fact that the seal was broken was important.