"Do you think? I of all people will fear bloodshed?"
Disclaimer: Do not take this piece of work seriously.
You know those stories where the main character reincarnates with cheats? Yeah. Let's throw that out the window for this story.
On that note, what's about a reincarnator, reincarnated with immense potential? Yeah, also, toss that out the window for this story too.
Or maybe the classic, the one with women by his side, fawning over him—the usual esque for this world. Harem protagonist? Yeah, no thanks.
Yeah… that too. Let's toss all of that nonsense right out the damn window.
For me? "Just kick back and relax… throw everything out the window and watch the world burn." I say.
The simple life. Destruction over heroism. No alliances with heroes, no pretending to be an edgy anti-hero with a secret soft side.
Rather than flexing, becoming stronger, or getting a harem, why not something as simple as watching the world burn from the sidelines?
Why ally yourself with the main character or become an anti-hero when you can be a Third-Rate Villain?
Not scummy Riser, but the one who schemes only for their schemes to be their downfall.
Yes. That type of Third-rate Villain.
It was a normal Saturday afternoon really, and I had gone up to a place I had no business going to in the first place.
Well, since I kind of deduced 2 plus 2 is four, I'd figured today was the day I'd approach them. Not after lots of plans before now.
I wouldn't do something as stupid as going in without a plan.
"What do you mean by that?"
Sitting on one of the cathedral's antique chairs at the front, I side-eyed the people around me while resting my head on the rear edge of the bench-like seats.
"You missed what I said?"
I said that with a mock tone as I continued side-eyeing the busty woman standing in front of me, dressed in her typical "fallen angel" getup.
Well… If you can even call those few scraps clothing, with black, feathered wings at full display.
Raynare. But hey. I ain't complaining about that get-up.
"Arrogant weakling."
Dohnaseek, the person with the fedora hat, spat as he took a step forward, summoning his spear of light and aimed it at me.
"Weakling, huh? I'm genuinely curious who the weakling is here."
I said with a cynical sneer as I watched him almost lose his calm, but Raynare interrupted him with an annoyed glare.
"Stand down."
Tch. No fun.
Naturally. Neither Raynare nor her goons were smiling; the only reason they hadn't dealt with me was because—
"Human. Speak, what did you mean by what you said earlier?"
Naturally, there was that underlying threat in her voice, as she pointed her spear made of light at me. Ooh. Scary.
But was I scared? No. Knife play was my favourite. "All right, let me reiterate. If you don't plan carefully, You'll die."
I said that with a smile on my face, which only deepened the frowns on their faces.
"Lady Raynare. Enough of this nonsense, and let me deal with this kid."
The man wearing a fedora hat positioned his hand up, conjuring a spear of light as he looked at me threatenly.
"Good grief. Even if you kill me now, you'll only join me in hell in a few days."
I said that as if it were a fact.
"You cur—!"
Dohnaseek visibly faltered before Raynare motioned for him to lower his hand.
I know already. I wasn't sane. If so, I wouldn't be doing what I'm doing currently, but that's the point.
See, I'm not here to make friends or allies. I don't care about saving the world.
All I just want to do is watch the world burn. I'm sick of the main character who wins by luck and power-ups.
What irritates me the most are the fanfic main characters—wish-fulfilment incarnates.
They are crammed with every shameless R-18 fantasy and self-insert trope imaginable.
Ticks me off. "Tsk." I subconsciously clicked my tongue thinking about it.
Though I know I'm no different. I know I'm edgy, but please. There's nothing wrong about that.
At the very least if it means not following the troupes of this world.
"How laughable. A mere human like you dares threaten me."
Raynare closes the distance between us, walking towards me, her eyes narrowing as she summons a spear of light.
She raises it to my throat, pressing just hard enough to draw a thin line of blood.
I meet her gaze, unbothered, and she looks almost frustrated that I'm not reacting. As for me? I merely glanced down at the spear, then back at her.
Well. I'd be lying if I said it didn't pain me. But maybe it's because of my past life.
I've pressed knives against my neck many times in the past, so if you want to threaten me with this, then you'd have to stab my lungs.
So, unbothered, I continued, "I said it before—if you kill me now, you'll regret it. Because within a few days, you'll be dead too."
"Tch!"
That only seemed to anger her instead, evident as she clicked her tongue, pressing the spear against my neck more.
"Ouch."
Naturally. It stings, but my words came out with sarcasm, and even then, I prepared myself before coming, so it wasn't mostly a numb and prickly feeling I felt from my neck.
Her lips twitched, but before she could continue...
"Hyoudou Issei, was it the guy you plan on killing next? Let's see… You have an appointment, or rather, a date with him tomorrow, no?"
I raised my head up as if I were trying to recall something before bringing my head down to look at her.
Raynare stiffens as she lets out a low, surprised murmur. "Huh?"
Even her lackeys behind her did the same.
But they soon composed themselves, drawing upon a spear of light as they now surrounded me in a circle.
"Vermin. How did you know?"
"Speak up, lest we kill you off now."
Or so they said threateningly. But I know better; they wouldn't do it. They're surprised at how I know them.
Not only did I come here on my own violation, I had also called out to them of my own violation.
This is something someone out of his mind would do, and no doubt, that person would be me.
"Raynare. Kalawarner. Dohnaseek. Mittelt."
I list their names one by one, savouring the expressions of shock that flashes across their faces.
"Four low-ranking fallen angels from the Grigori, serving under Governor-General Azazel. I also know a lot more that you lots don't know."
I crossed my legs and placed my hands on them. I didn't even bother glancing at their expressions; I just stared forward.
Though I wasn't looking at them, as I was trying to asserted dominance, but I did keep a side eye on them.
"—Continue."
The anger in her voice was something I didn't miss.
"You four are here on an errand by the Governor-General, no? What did you think that mission was?"
"What are you talking about?"
"—To scout those with potential, wasn't it? Yet, here you are, going on your own route. Also, Asia Argento and Freed Sizellin, was it?"
At this point, I felt a chill behind me. Dohnaseek had raised his spear, and it was already close to my neck, but…
TZIM! SKSH!
Kalawarner blocked it in time, as she scowled at him. "What do you think you're doing, Dohnaseek?"
"Stand back, Kalawarner. This boy knows too much; let's end that vermin here." Dohnaseek spat back at her.
"Both of you. Stand back."
Raynare ordered as both separated from each other clearly displeased.
"Hey. The lady called Kalawarner. I like you." I glanced over at her, pointing to her dramatically.
Naturally, she gave me that look of disdain as she spat venomously.
"The reason I stopped him is to end your vermin life myself." She said that in a fit of disdain and contempt.
Yikes. Her tone doesn't seem to be playing; well, good luck with killing me though.
"That calm expression on your face is ticking me off."
"Hm?"
Raynare said as she then drew back her spear and lunged it onto my thighs.
SCHLUCK!
"Now speak up, human. What do you know!?"
She said that as her face twisted. But this only made my grin widen.
"Oh my, how cool~"
Disregarding my skin sizzling and churning with each twist, I simply stared at Raynare's almost rage-filled expression.
Just so you know, a pain like this is nothing. I've made intentional wounds on my body so as to apply alcohol or methyl to get used to pain and enjoy that numb feeling.
Plus, my friends—the painkillers I took early this morning— they are working well I must say.
Note: Do not take painkillers casually like I do, I advise against anything I do.
A mere threat like this is nothing.
"Tch–!" She only clicked her tongue, as she had nothing that would work on me.
She could kill me. And what? That's the end of it. Doesn't change the fact she'd die if she goes along with those plans of hers.
"What? Surprised I'm not crying or begging for mercy? Are you stupid?"
I said that with a chuckle, which I shouldn't have, but I did it regardless.
"You are threatening a person who came to you prepared to die; what do you think that'd faze me?"
Even if they try to torture me, I already have a way around that.
Even if they somewhat make me pass out. As long as I regain consciousness, I can escape it.
My escape? It's simple, really. I simply kill myself.
"You're crazy."
"Hehe. You could be right. Maybe you are right. Nay. you're so right..!"
I chuckled as I threw my head back from laughter.
"That guy has a few screws loose." I heard Mitlet mumble so.
Raynare, with a displeased frown on her face, removed the spear of light lodged onto my thighs before then folding her arms.
"So. What else do you know?"
"I know everything that will happen, from now till the end."
Technically a lie. My knowledge at best is up to Season four of the anime I watched. Most of my other knowledge came from fanfics and wikis.
But bah! Who cares, as long as my goal is achieved?
"... Are you kidding me?"
"Heh. You still doubt me? Fine then. Do as you wish. I'll give you a warning though."
I said before my head then lowered as I looked at her with a gaze that seemed to make her shudder.
"When killing Hyoudou Issei, make sure to do it thoroughly; otherwise... you'll die."
I made a quick swipe with my thumb across my neck.
For all people talk. In the face of supernaturals, humans are weak. Sure, you're right.
For all our potential, we were sitting ducks when a starter mage lights a human with a fireball.
But tell me, d*llards, do you think the world would be interesting without a race called "humans"?
Be real simpletons.
The world may not revolve around us, but there's a reason why the word "human" is prevalent.
Tell me. Who the f*ck would devils reincarnate when their bloodline is thins out?
They have magical abilities that can—oh, shut the fuck up.
Why can't Ajuka use his brilliant mind to create synthetic devils?
But, oh, oh, he can, in fact they can, but the underworld—yeah, please don't embarrass yourself anymore.
There are multiple series that emphasise what humans can do even without powers.
All they need is time and advancement.
The fuck are they going to do when a weapon from another series built by human hands collapses dimensions?
Sure, they could cast a few spells to teleport; sure, what are they going to do when we send a Dyson sphere as an attack on them?
What would they do to nuclear radiation?
Okay. I'm giving humanity too much credit. But I'm just sick of it.
"My goal is simple. I want to watch the world burn."
"It's so predictable, so exhausting seeing humans bend over for the supernatural."
"And people like you?"
"Oh, it makes me sick, seeing you lot, so high and mighty, throwing your weight around without a thought for what you'll lose in the end."
"Crazy."
Kalawarner mutters, backing up a little, but I know I've left a seed of doubt with her, with all of them. This is fun.
"Maybe."
I smirk, giving her a mock salute before I turn, tossing one last look over my shoulder.
"But if you need me to explain it all to you, you're not going to survive the next few days."
I said that with an overly excited joyful tone as I exited the church.
But after descending down the hill. I frowned before holding my head in pain
"Perhaps, I shouldn't have taken those stimulants."
I mixed a lot of pain killing drugs to numb my pain perception. Ugh. I feel sick now.
Then. I reach into my mouth, pulling a small, round capsule from the back of my lower tooth.
Cyanide. A little something I'd kept ready in case…
Should they have tried torturing me, I would have swallowed this and ended my own life.
Lastly, as for why I'm doing this. It's because it's fun naturally.
"How delightful… to ruin such a world like this."
Afterall, a world on such a despair level needs to experience more despair!
I don't need cheats, or potential, or an overpowered somebody by my side. All I need is a front-row seat.
And just maybe, a little more gasoline for the fire.
"Hahahaha!"