The Villain's Story

Chapter [228] The Truth, In His Eyes.(2)

Everyone...wears a mask.

Everyone... wears a mask.

Everyone... wears a mask.

Those words of his rung in my mind.

A peculiar laughter was heard...I stood still, taking in the sights in front of my eyes.

The street was filled with countless people, some laughing, some drowning in misery, some waiting for a chance, and some just happy while some were depressed.

All...of it was a lie?

ʼWas everything a lie?ʼ

[It was a lie.]

ʼWhy...is there a blank mask on everyoneʼs face.?ʼ

[Because they all want to hide...]

ʼNo...this isnʼt real...ʼ

This dull world...that is slowly losing color, it cannot be accurate.

I refuse to believe it...

[Why canʼt it be?]

His voice...his compelling voice was heard once again...a voice that struck me at the depths of my soul.

[Why canʼt it be real? A world where people hide their deepest secrets, their secret desires. The ʼmaskʼ they put on the outside to protect the weak, pathetic inner self?]

[Why must it not be real? After all...you live in this world.]

ʼI... donʼt.ʼ

[Denial? You deny the fact that you live in a world of liars?]

ʼ...ʼ

I stayed silent as I walked through the streets, the peopleʼs voices being heard...but no movement on the face, obscured by the mask they wore. All fake?

I looked straight at one person, and their masked face looked at me...that fake smiling face...

The person looked at me...the smile slowly turning into a frown...and then the head began to rotate...

Something impossible for a human head to do...to rotate vertically 360 degrees...the blood seeping out from the space behind the mask.

A truly horrifying, disturbing sight.

[You live...in this exact world. Where everyone and everything is not what it seems. Where benefit clouds rationality.]

...

[Welcome...to the World!]

That voice...that sweet, tempting voice of the ʼdevilʼ himself.

ʼ...theyʼre just random peo-ʼ

[You think that is all?]

His voice haunted me...it interrupted my thoughts and prevented me from gaining back my sanity.

[Hey, Your back? Good thing you finally have a use...]

[Youʼre famous now? Good...that means money is there for us.]

[We always cared for you~]

[We ʼalwaysʼ cared for you~]

Different voices... voices different from ʼhisʼ. voices that belonged to Amanda And Mathew Peccator.

The figures surrounded me... the figures of Aranusʼs grandparents... their faces covered with a smiling mask.

ʼNo...ʼ

*THUMP!*

What is this ʼfearʼ?

[The fear of Abandonment.]

That voice of his rung in my again,

I failed to notice the nearly invisible strings of jade connected to them...

They tried to grab onto me...and I ran...

[Running will never solve anything...In fact, it usually makes everything worse.]

The figures of the people in masks chased me...and I ran with all my might.

In front of me...my sister appeared and the figures rushed to her.

Grabbing the little girl...tearing her apart right in front of my eyes.

I screamed ʼNO!ʼ with all of my might...but before I could reach her she was gone...ripped to shreds by the figures.

[Everyone disappears...Their worth vanishes in your eyes at a certain time.]

I went ballistic...fighting the masked figures that clung to my figure.

I ripped their very beings apart...yet their number soon overwhelmed me.

[You are nothing. I know it.]

”WHAT DO YOU FUCKING KNOW?!”

I yelled, summoning my spear and slashing them apart. Denying a truth.

[I know everything.]

”YOU KNOW OF FUCKING NOTHING!”

I yelled as I performed an Abyssal Rend to split this realm apart...but even that did not work. the figures kept multiplying as the Giant in the sky laughed at me. At my Misery.

pαпdα Й?νê| [In the end...]

His voice echoed throughout this dull world.

[Donʼt you also wear a mask?]

The corpses of the figures formed a mirror in front of me...reflecting my face...also covered with a mask.

My rage reached the maximum.

I ripped the mask off my face...at least I tried to. But the mask was glued tightly to the skin of my face.

I pulled and pulled.

”From the beginning...knowing the fact that you were just born as a substitute, AS a FUCKING PIECE TO A GAME! AS SOMEONE WITH NO WILL. SOMEONE THAT HAD FALSE MEMORIES IMPLANTED IN THEIR MIND. THAT LEAD ME TO THINK....”

I ripped it off...along with my face.

”That I was ʼYouʼ!”

”That I had no reason to be alive other than be your fucking puppet?! What do you know of that Trauma?! That no matter how much I try my life has already been laid in front of me...A life of fucking MISERY THAT WONʼT CHANGE?!

”What do you fucking know?!”

I said...my skinless face leaking blood. I yelled towards the giant in the sky as I wielded my spear.

I jumped, to fucking kill that bastard with my spear.

[You think you are justified?]

The jade strings caught me...and held me in the sky as i resisted with all my might.

The Giantʼs jade-green eyes looked straight at me...penetrating my soul.

[You hide your weak, pathetic, child like self with a strong, Talented and Disciplined man. You use those fake attributes to hide the real you...]

ʼSHUT UP!ʼ

[A child seeking attention, a child seeking a place, a child which cares not for others but itself.]

[A child that thinks it is traumatized?]

His words mocked me...the truth mocked me.

[But do you think you are the only one?]

What?... what are you getting at?

[You believe that fake trauma of yours gives you a right? a form of Justification? Validation of some sort?]

I tried to free myself, of the restriction, of the chains that were these strings that wrapped around my wrists and legs...yet no matter how much I tried it was all to no avail.

[ I laugh at your ʼtraumaʼ. A trauma created with no bias, A fake illusion you put yourself in to make excuses.]

The voice turned cold, no longer possessing the temptating voice of the devil.

[You are not alone, You are just one of many.]

[The many that hide their ʼrealʼ trauma and still live.]

[ You know them, donʼt you?]

What Bullshit are you spouting?

[Bullshit? Haha...]

It laughed at me...and the scenery around me started to change.

[You are surrounded by them, The oneʼes that hide a real, valid trauma.]