A Psychopath Reborn as a Third-rate Villain

The forest fell silent once more.

The campfires crackled softly, their warm glow pushing back the darkness gathering beneath the towering pines. The scent of roasted meat drifted through the clearing as the Darkmoor soldiers gradually relaxed after the unexpected encounter.

Andras stood quietly at the edge of the camp, his gaze lingering on the seven lifeless bodies lying several dozen meters away.

Then—

A familiar mechanical voice echoed inside his mind.

[Ding!]

[Conditions fulfilled.]

[Host now possesses more than ten talents.]

[Fusion Function has been upgraded.]

[New Feature Unlocked.]

[The host may now fuse up to five talents simultaneously.]

Andras’s violet eyes brightened ever so slightly.

A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

”Finally.”

Until now, every fusion had to be performed with 2 talent into one telent at a time.

The process wasn’t difficult...

Just painfully tedious.

If he ever acquired dozens—or even hundreds—of talents, fusing them individually would become a nightmare.

This upgrade solved that problem.

Without hesitation, he spoke inwardly.

”System.”

”Fuse the following talents.”

[Stonehide Physique (C-Rank)]

[Beast Instinct (D-Rank)]

[Swift Feet (E-Rank)]

[Iron Muscles (E-Rank)]

[Keen Hunter (D-Rank)]

The system responded instantly.

[Calculating compatibility...]

A brief silence followed.

Then—

[Fusion successful.]

Golden light erupted across the system interface.

[New Talent Acquired.]

[Apex Predator Physique (B-Rank)]

A stream of information flooded Andras’s mind.

Unlike War Predator Physique, which specialized in explosive combat enhancement, Apex Predator Physique focused on the body itself.

It strengthened muscles, bones, reflexes, and natural instincts.

It sharpened perception, enhanced movement efficiency, and significantly improved endurance.

A complete physique designed for the perfect hunter.

A smile slowly spread across Andras’s face.

”Not bad.”

B-Rank talent born from five mediocre abilities.

The upgrade had exceeded his expectations.

Without pausing, he continued.

”Fuse Night Vision and Sharp Hearing.”

The system responded immediately.

[Night Vision (E-Rank)]

[Sharp Hearing (E-Rank)]

A pair of pale silver lights merged together.

Moments later—

[Fusion successful.]

[New Talent Acquired.]

[Predator’s Senses (E+ Rank)]

The new talent enhanced sight in darkness while dramatically improving hearing and awareness of the surrounding environment.

Though its rank remained modest, it possessed excellent compatibility with his existing abilities.

Andras gave a small nod.

”As expected.”

Some combinations increased rank dramatically.

Others merely refined existing strengths.

Both outcomes were valuable.

His attention shifted once more.

This time...

Toward his greatest physical talent.

War Predator Physique (B-Rank).

And the newly obtained...

Apex Predator Physique (B-Rank).

A flicker of anticipation appeared in his eyes.

Two talents of equal rank.

Both focused on physical supremacy.

He wondered what would emerge.

”System.”

”Fuse War Predator Physique with Apex Predator Physique.”

For the first time...

The system remained silent for several seconds.

Then the familiar notification appeared.

[Analyzing compatibility...]

[Compatibility: 98%]

[Beginning fusion.]

A violent crimson light exploded across the system interface.

The two talents slowly dissolved before intertwining into a single vortex of black and scarlet energy.

The fusion lasted noticeably longer than the previous ones.

Finally—

[Fusion successful.]

A deep metallic chime echoed inside his consciousness.

[New Talent Acquired.]

[Primal Tyrant Physique (B+ Rank)]

An overwhelming torrent of information poured into his mind.

This physique inherited the explosive battle amplification of War Predator Physique while combining it with the superior durability, instincts, endurance, and physical refinement of Apex Predator Physique.

It was no longer simply suited for battle.

It transformed its wielder into a natural-born predator who dominated every battlefield through overwhelming physical superiority.

Andras felt a pleasant warmth spread throughout his body.

His muscles subtly tightened.

His heartbeat became steadier.

Even standing still, he could sense the increase in raw physical capability.

His smile deepened.

”Excellent.”

Finally...

Only one fusion remained.

His gaze settled upon two remaining talents.

Predator’s Senses (E+ Rank).

And...

Shadow Venom Hunter (C-Rank).

One enhanced perception.

The other specialized in stealth, tracking, and poison.

The combination felt natural.

Without hesitation—

”Fuse them.”

The system obeyed.

Silver and emerald lights intertwined before gradually being swallowed by darkness.

Several moments later—

[Fusion successful.]

[New Talent Acquired.]

[Shadow Predator (C-Rank)]

Although the rank remained unchanged...

The talent itself had evolved.

It retained the poison resistance and concealment abilities of Shadow Venom Hunter, while incorporating the heightened senses granted by Predator’s Senses.

Tracking prey...

Detecting hidden enemies...

Moving through darkness...

All had become noticeably more efficient.

Andras silently reviewed his status.

”The seven newly acquired talents had already disappeared, merged into four stronger abilities-exactly as Andras had intended.”

Far fewer...

Yet incomparably stronger.

A satisfied smile crossed his face.

Quality would always surpass quantity.

Closing the system window, Andras turned and walked back toward the camp.

By then...

Dinner was already prepared.

The enticing aroma of roasted meat filled the clearing, and soldiers had begun gathering around the campfires after completing their duties.

Without drawing attention to himself, Andras took his seat beside Evelyne.

Neither of them mentioned the events that had taken place earlier.

Instead, they enjoyed the meal in comfortable silence, broken only occasionally by casual conversation and the crackling of the fire.

For tonight...

The forest had finally grown peaceful.

Dinner ended beneath a sky strewn with countless stars.

The soldiers gradually dispersed to their assigned duties. Some retired to their tents to rest after the long day’s journey, while others took up positions around the camp, maintaining a vigilant watch over the surrounding forest.

The crackling campfires cast long, dancing shadows across the clearing.

Andras quietly rose from his seat.

Without a word, he walked toward the edge of the campsite and settled beneath a towering pine tree. Resting his back against the rough bark, he tilted his head upward.

The moon hung high overhead.

Silver light spilled across the forest, bathing the trees in a pale, dreamlike glow.

For a while...

He simply watched the stars.

Soft footsteps approached from behind.

He didn’t need to turn around.

Only one person in the camp walked with such calm, measured grace.

Evelyne.

She stopped beside him before smiling faintly.

”May I?”

Andras gave a small nod.

”Of course.”

She sat beside him, her gaze drifting toward the moonlit sky.

For several moments, neither of them spoke.

The silence between them was comfortable.

Eventually, Evelyne broke it.

”So...”

”Did you enjoy yourself today?”

A faint smile tugged at Andras’s lips.

”Yes.”

”I did.”

Evelyne glanced sideways at him, amusement dancing in her silver eyes.

”I never knew you had such a mischievous side.”

”Mischievous?”

She laughed softly.

”You teased those tribesmen...”

”Tell them that you were a god...”

”And then killed one of them before they could even understand what was happening.”

She shook her head with an amused smile.

”I wasn’t expecting that.”

Andras turned toward her, his expression completely serious.

”What do you mean?”

”I wasn’t joking.”

”I am God.”

For a heartbeat...

Evelyne simply stared at him.

Then she burst into laughter.

The elegant Duchess laughed so freely that even a few nearby knights glanced over in surprise.

When she finally managed to compose herself, she wiped the corner of one eye.

”In that case...”

She smiled warmly.

”I suppose that makes me the Mother of God.”

Andras looked at her for a long moment.

Then...

A genuine smile appeared.

”Yes.”

”You are.”

Evelyne chuckled again.

”I’ll treasure that title.”

The conversation drifted naturally after that.

They spoke about the journey.

About the Imperial Capital.

About the banquet awaiting them.

Laughter echoed quietly beneath the stars.

Eventually, the campfires began to die down.

The soldiers on watch changed shifts.

The forest grew still.

”It’s getting late,” Evelyne said as she rose gracefully to her feet.

”We should get some rest.”

Andras nodded.

”I’ll see you tomorrow, Mother.”

”Good night, Andras.”

”Good night.”

The two returned to their respective tents.

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The camp gradually sank into silence.

Only the rhythmic crackling of dying campfires and the occasional call of nocturnal birds disturbed the stillness.

Inside his tent, Andras lay quietly upon his bedroll.

His eyes remained open.

Sleep never came.

He had no intention of sleeping.

The massacre earlier that evening had left seven corpses scattered throughout the forest.

If those tribesmen truly belonged to a larger settlement...

Someone would eventually come searching for them.

It was only a matter of time.

Hours slipped by.

The moon climbed higher into the sky

Most of the camp had fallen asleep.

Only the guards remained awake, their eyes scanning the darkness beyond the firelight.

Then—

Echo Resonance stirred.

A faint ripple spread through Andras’s senses.

He frowned slightly.

Footsteps.

Many of them.

Still distant...

Yet moving steadily toward the campsite.

He slowly sat upright.

”So they came.”

Without making a sound, he stepped outside the tent.

The cool night air brushed against his face.

His violet eyes drifted toward the dark forest beyond the camp.

Moments later...

Figures emerged between the trees.

One.

Three.

Five.

Then dozens of silhouettes became visible beneath the moonlight.

More tribesmen.

Far more than before.

Their expressions were grim.

Many carried crude axes, spears, bows, and stone blades.

Others clutched burning torches that cast flickering orange light across their hardened faces.

Their eyes searched the clearing with unmistakable hostility.

A faint smile appeared on Andras’s face.

His fingers slowly wrapped around the hilt of his sword.

”So...”

”You’ve finally arrived.”

He took a single step forward.

Just as he prepared to draw his blade—

A calm voice sounded behind him.

”Frost Dominion...”

Evelyne’s voice was gentle.

Yet the moment she spoke those two words...

”Frozen Sovereignty.”

The world changed.

An unimaginable wave of frost swept across the clearing.

The temperature plummeted so abruptly that the campfires dimmed beneath the invading cold.

White frost raced over the ground ,climbing trees, rocks and blades of grass with terrifying speed.

The charging tribesmen never even had time to scream.

One after another...

They froze where they stood.

Within a single breath, dozens of warriors had become lifelike ice statues, terror forever etched upon their frozen faces.

Even the torches they carried were imprisoned beneath crystal-clear ice

Andras felt the cold wash over him.

It bit at his skin...

Yet stopped there.

The frost flowed around him like a gentle breeze before continuing onward.

His violet eyes narrowed slightly.

So this... is an S-Rank talent.

Behind him, Evelyne stood with the same serene smile she always wore.

To her...

Freezing dozens of Third Circle warriors and forth circle warriors was no more difficult than extinguishing candle.