[You have been killed by the Hero protagonist]
After facing off against the protagonist's harem wives of twelve, I managed to defeat each of them, but I had weakened greatly and the motherf'cking protagonist who has been watching the whole match had appeared at the end, finishing me off with his strongest attack.
That wouldn't have worked if I hadn't been fighting endlessly for days now. I had a lot of enemies, and they all want to see my demise, but so far no one has been able to stop me.
As the greatest villain of all time, that's spelled gvoat right? No that doesn't make sense, let me go again…
As the strongest and overpowered villain of the entire world, being the Greatest of all time, the GOAT! I was unstoppable, even by my fellow villains and villainess.
However, after battling with them all, the Hero protagonist had arrived at the end, only to finish me off in such a stupid way.
Tell me, how is that a fair game?? That stupid, motherfucking cheater!!
Well, he is stupid, being a friend of mine in the past, I knew this. He sacrificed his hand just to save a girl who broke his heart by falling for a school bully.
I mean who the hell does that? He might have gotten his powers and hands back after that incident, but that was a very stupid thing to do.
No way in hell I would do that for a lady, not even for my mother. I take that back, my mum is the best thing that ever happened to me. She made me who I am, yes, a villain!
In my last moments I cursed at the protagonist like a horny pregnant lady that was deprived of sex. Yet it didn't change the fact that I was dying… my eleventh time of dying, to be precise.
As I laid on the ground with a white glowing sword across my chest, I glared at the protagonist's face, which was full of smiles. They were visibly curved upwards like a creepy smile, and the more I see this, the cursier I got.
Cursier? Is that a word?
Anyways…
I might have laid about a million of curses on him at that moment, but to summarise it up, this is what I said;
"You f'cking drastb bihhatt sadttg hochoklvjkvssy fhkdcnk cheat!"
That was all I could say as my life was slowly drifting off into a slow but deep abyss. Moreover, that wasn't the end, as I knew I had one more chance to change the outcome. The one but last chance I'll ever have.
This would be the twelfth time I'll be going back to the past in hopes of changing the future. But so far, nothing had worked, the motherfucking protagonist would always disappear at the final fight, only to arrive at the end and finish me off.
It was annoying, having to experience this for eleven times. That is why I'm placing all my cards on this last chance, if I'm to miss it this time around, then that's the end.
But if it's really the end, will I just stand still and watch it all happen? No way! I won't accept that, there must be something I could do to stop that from happening, just like I did when I died the first time.
As I fluttered my eyes open, I saw a beautiful female, adorned in a sexy blue gown. Her skin were as white as snow, if not whiter. Her smile, they brought peace to my heart as I gazed at them.
She was probably the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life, not even the villainess or heroines were as captivating as this lady right here.
She gazed at me, while preparing to lead me to the afterlife. "Welcome, Soul 233,454,112,234,667,645,223,001. Please follow me to your arranged quarters."
The way she had spoken the numbers was as if she had them all memorised in her head. If he heard her correctly, she mentioned something like two hundred and thirty three Zillion.
But, what the actual fuck?? Is this the amount of souls that have died all over the world.
And as if the lady could read her thoughts, she had replied 'No'. It wasn't even as if, it was evident that she could hear his thoughts.
"This is the amount of souls that have crossed over in the past four weeks." She said.
My jaws dropped to the ground, but I soon regained my composure when she stretched her hands forward for me to take.
It was quite tempting, and many would have taken those hands of hers.'But unlike what she expected, I refused to them.
No way in earth would I take those hands. I remembered dying an unjust death by someone who should have died a long time ago. Then tell me, why I would accept my death when the stupid protagonist hasn't died yet.
With a determined expression and anger on my face, I challenged the lady, refusing to go to the afterlife with her.
"There's no way I'm accepting that."
Realising my stubbornness, for the first time, the lady's expression had turned from that of a smile to that of anger.
"You psycho, do you want to die!" She screamed, a contrast to what I expected of her.
Her sudden change of reaction had only made me laugh, "But I'm already dead." I said.
She paused, realising this was true. But then she frowned her face again. "You're… you're…" She stuttered, while trying to come up with the rightful curse.
I smiled, quite glad that she couldn't come up with any. I loved cursing but I definitely hate being cursed at. However, my smile was shortlived when she eventually came up with something.
"You crazy son of a whore!"
Hearing this, my fists had intensified greatly, my knuckles turning white. This was probably the worst curse someone has ever cursed at me.
Without realising it, my fists had moved fast as it slammed hard on the lady's face. Her body somersaulted twenty two times to the back. On the last roll, she had hit her head on the wall.
The souls that were lined up behind me had a shocking expression on their faces. Their mouths were hung in disbelief at this. In fact, some of them had started cheering and clapping their hands.
I couldn't believe myself either, the punch, the roll, I still had some of my strength left. This was great! On the norms, the lady would have died if it was on earth. But she only got spared because we're in the hall of the dead, a dead can't be dead again.
Several people like her had soon appeared, they were all males and they seem to be burning hot with anger as they challenged me.
In the end, I was given a chance to go back to the past. If I was unable to change the future after twelve times of trial, that will be the end.
It was a great opportunity, but now on the eleventh try with no luck so far, I'm starting to think maybe I have been scammed by those people. They must be avenging me for beating up their crush.
I bet they don't have any other lady there, except from her. See how they had all emerged at the same time all because of a single lady.
"So cringy, so cringy." I said to myself.
Finally, the system had activated as I appeared on the twelfth time of going to the past. Would I be able to succeed this time? Or will I end up facing that annoying pretty lady again.
I long to see her pretty face, but I dread to end up there without taking the Hero protagonist along with me.
No matter what it takes, the protagonist must die this time!