Game Reincarnation: Reborn as the Strongest Villain-Chapter 133 Lucya Vs Sereth.

The black clouds loomed over the ominous temple on top of the hill summit. It veiled the golden rays that twisted like a maw of abyss.

Silence reigned as Lucya gulped her saliva. She heard faint, creepy steps coming from her opponent, which sent chills down her spine.

Lucya stood in the middle of the open field on the side of a towering temple that stood like an amalgam of ancient tombs.

On her right, smoke billowed, and a figure dressed in a black outfit and half-face covered with a mask appeared.

His black eyes swirled in deep madness and desire, reeling at Lucya’s appearance.

"Begone!".

Lucya waved a hand, and a blade wind whistled through the air, cutting the figure that had long vanished.

Sereth vanished without a trace, not even disturbing the air. He was like a mist, fleeting yet possessed a deadly fang.

She gritted her teeth, sweeping her gaze sideways to track the slightest distortion in the atmosphere.

A chill gripped her nape bare, coming from behind.

Lucya turned, and a shadow emerged holding a dagger coated in purple liquid aimed at her shoulder.

Her instinct screamed. She ducked low and casted twin spells of wind magic. One hit Sereth, and the other struck her back, forcing a distance between them.

Both separated far as Lucya straightened up and turned to her back, only to find no one.

"Tsk, such tricks". Lucya clicked her tongue with furrowed brows.

She dived inside her mind, trying to use a powerful spell, ’Spirit Eyes’ spell, that could see any magic structure and illusion.

However, if she did that, Lucya would be open to an attack for the cost it took for the activation.

In that battle at the dungeon, using it only momentarily was enough to render her almost paralyzed in her full power.

Lucya couldn’t imagine what it would cause her when she was in half-state.

Her body shuddered at the thought, especially when an unseen enemy lurked around, waiting for her guard to slip.

A faint whisper of dread came from her side in the form of a dagger; it flew straight as it tore her uniform sleeves, spitting red blood from an opened wound.

The girl gritted her teeth, holding the searing pain that assaulted her nerves and poured a lot of mana into her magic circle: Hexa.

"Holy Sanctum".

A golden light pulsated around her; its ripple spread around, creating a round layer of barrier that entrapped Lucya inside.

As she was about to stand, her vision swayed for a moment before the barrier emitted a warm glow while generating a tiny particle that poured into her wound, healing it.

Sereth’s figure reappeared beside her, and daggers were held in each hand. He swung his hand, but the blade hit a hard object, which made his face loosened in a deep smirk.

"As expected from my dear Lucya!?".

Sereth stopped. His eyes widened in shock to see a magic circle glowing menacingly surrounding him from all sides.

Lucya clenched her hands to activate all the basic attack spells, unleashing a barrage of attacks from all basic element spells.

Fireballs, water, rock, and wind blasted the place where Sereth had been standing, causing the dust to rise and cover Lucya’s figure.

His figure turned to black mist while Lucya gnashed her teeth, digging her nails straight to pierce her palm skin. Never had she become so humiliated in her life.

Blood dripped to the ground, and the girl’s eyes were fierce, with a blazing glow that wanted to scorch the lurking darkness.

*Woosh, The sound of wind being cut entered her ears, followed by three knives stopped midway after hitting the barrier that protected Lucya.

"How long can you stay there like a caged bird?" Serethe sent another throwing dagger, which stopped before the barrier. "You will be mine soon. Give up and come to my embrace."

"Hmph, in your dream". Lucya poured a significant amount of mana into the magic circle: Hexa. As she slammed it to the ground, one of its tips glowed in brown.

"Earth Lances!".

A tremor ran through the ground from her palm; then the earth roared, forming a sharpened lance that sprouted from the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the stone spears spread across the field, forcing Sereth, who had cloaked himself in illusion, to reveal himself in shock.

The boy dodged all the pointy tips that randomly popped out and tried to distance himself.

However, Lucya was one step ahead. "Buried!".

Sereth brows knitted when he heard Lucya’s shout. The soil shifted beneath him, creating a deep hole that swallowed his legs and clamped them tight.

He lost his footing as the girl hiding in the dust swept away its cover by the passing breeze to reveal her figure that lunged at his place.

The boy’s hand reached out to his back waist and took a round object he was about to throw.

"Whirlwind!".

Lucya’s dignified shout rang, and a green magic circle emerged behind the boy. The circle exhaled a violent vortex that blasted the bomb from his hand.

"Aaaahk!". Sereth screamed from his lungs.

The vortex that swallowed his torso was filled with hundreds of compressed wind blades, which shredded his outfits and skins and dyed the battlefield red.

Lucya waved her hand, and the wind obeyed her command and dissipated into the air, revealing Sereth’s figure with severe cut wounds all over his body.

Her stomach churned by the tangy smell that wafted to her nose, crumpling her expression in holding the urge to spit the breakfast in her belly.

She clenched her jaws and raised her hand to unleash another spell.

"Darkness".

Lucya said. Her narrowed eyes still lingered on Sereth. The boy’s lips peeled to reveal a hideous grin, making her body shudder in fright.

The magic circle: Hexa that had six pointed corners. One of its tips glowed in purple like a star blinked as if alive.

Then, with the thought of its master, it spewed a large amount of black mist that enveloped Sereth’s figure.

"Slumbering Curse".

Sereth’s body swayed before the mist seeped through his pores. It sang a melodious lullaby that made him fall to the ground on his back and exhale a calm breath, sleeping.

Not finished until that, Lucya changed the blinking light into brown as the ground beneath Sereth’s back wriggled. Then, it erupted into a giant hand that grasped his torso, locking him in place.

"Prison Hand...".

Lucya exhaled and stepped back from the scene.

She wiped the cold sweat that drenched her forehead and gulped to moisten her parched throat.

"Its over".

The tension in her body loosened as her feet suddenly turned soft like jelly, and she flopped on the hard ground.

*thump, Lucya reached out to feel her pounding chest closer, each drum emphasizing her nervousness and anxiety in her first battle against people.

Even though she had so much knowledge regarding spells, in terms of experience, she was still wet behind the ears.

She extended her hand to the black sky and gripped it into a tight fist.

"I must put more effort, so that I can be proud of standing next to them".

Lucya tensed her core, raised her torso to sit, and flinched when she saw a miasma flow in the atmosphere.

"What is this?". Lucya’s voice was grave as much as her narrowed eyes.

The murky aura gathered around Sereth’s body. It whispered an ominous omen, which raised the tension in the area.

"Oh no!?".

Lucya abruptly stood up, but the cocoon that wrapped around Sereth’s body exploded, sending a shockwave that flung her body backward several meters.

She rolled on the ground until she stopped and pushed her upper body upward.

"What!?".

From where Sereth’s body was, a crawling mist stood up and revealed the figure of Sereth.

Half of his body bulged unnaturally, with several tentacles wriggling around. His intelligent black eyes turned beastly red.

A stinging scent assaulted Lucya’s nose. It came from an opened hole with jagged teeth on his chest, dripping vicious blue blood.

Without a moment to think, a tentacle stretched and wrapped its slimy skin around Lucya’s neck, blocking the air to her brain.

"Hhkk!". Lucya’s breath hitched.

Panic surged, and she began to feel the ground leaving her. Lucya’s legs kicked around and tried to claw at the tentacle but always lost its grip.

The world dimmed, and she couldn’t feel the air circulating through her veins. Sound began to disappear.

In her last moment of waiting for her lungs to be crushed, she shed tears and muttered a name. ’...Jin, help ...me~’.