The Villain Can't Lose - 74 The Crimson Stain

I walked out of the library with the dark black guy, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. It was only when we stepped outside that I realized how dark it had become. I must have been so focused on the fight with the demon that I didn’t even notice the sun setting.

The guy grabbed my arm and pulled me along the school’s hallways. “Follow me,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “We need to get to the dungeons.”

I stumbled along beside him, struggling to keep up with his long strides. The hallway seemed endless, and the only light came from the flickering fluorescent bulbs overhead. It was like we were walking through a maze.

As we turned a corner, I saw a set of stairs leading down into darkness. The guy didn’t hesitate, and I followed him down into the damp, musty underground.

The air was thick with the smell of mold and mildew, and the ground was slick with moisture. Water dripped from the ceiling, creating puddles on the floor. I could hear the sound of running water, and I realized that we must be close to a sewer or drainage system.

“Where are we going?” I asked, my voice echoing in the cavernous space.

“We’re going to meet the master,” the guy said grimly.

The guy led me deeper into the dungeon, the only light coming from the dim glow of his flashlight. I could hear the sound of our footsteps echoing off the damp walls.

Suddenly, the guy stopped and turned to me. “Stay sharp,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “We’re getting close.”

As I walked alongside the guy with dark hair, we made our way towards the door leading to the office chamber. My mind raced with questions about what was going to happen.

Finally, we reached the door, and the guy with dark hair turned the handle and pushed it open. As we walked in, I couldn’t help but feel like I was intruding on someone’s personal space. The guy with red hair and a ponytail was sitting at a desk, engrossed in reading something.

“What is happening?” he asked, looking up from his reading.

I stayed quiet, not sure what to say. The guy with dark hair spoke up, “I brought him here because I thought he would be ready to join our organisation.”

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I looked at him, feeling a sense of confusion wash over me. I had no intention of joining their organisation, and I was glad someone was finally acknowledging that.

Suddenly, the guy at the desk turned to me and said, “We can’t tell you the location if you don’t join our team.”

His voice was filled with arrogance, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his statement. I let out a long sigh, realizing that this was a waste of my time.ραпdα `nᴏνɐ| сom

I opened the door and walked out, not bothering to say goodbye. As I made my way down the hallway, I heard the guy from the desk saying, “You will not be able to defeat him alone.” I paused and turned around, facing him. “Watch me,” I said before continuing down the hallway.

After leaving the office chamber, I made my way back to the school, surprised that no one had noticed me leaving so late at night. I snuck back into my room, careful not to wake the Doru, who was sleeping soundly, and Dante, who was reading a book.

As I entered the room, Dante lifted his head and asked, “Where have you been this late?” His voice was filled with concern.

I ignored him and made my way to my bed, feeling exhausted both physically and mentally. Dante’s voice followed me, “I don’t understand why you’re so rude most of the time…”

I let out a long sigh, feeling a mixture of frustration and guilt. “I don’t understand why you’re trying so hard to become my friend,” I replied, my voice laced with irritation.

An awkward silence filled the room, and I could feel Dante’s eyes on me. Finally, he spoke again, “Because you remind me of a friend I once had but couldn’t save him from being killed.”

I didn’t reply, but I understood what he meant. That’s how heroes are in the books, always willing to do anything for people. But in reality, it’s not that simple. I lay on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts.

The night had passed, and the morning sun began to filter through the window, waking me up. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes and scanning the room around me. The villain was still sleeping, and Dante was nowhere to be found.

“He probably went to train,” I thought to myself, feeling relieved that I wouldn’t have to deal with him for a while. It wasn’t that I didn’t appreciate his attempts to befriend me, but I found it hard to trust people these days.

I got out of bed and stretched, feeling the stiffness in my muscles from the previous night’s events. I decided to take a shower and get dressed before heading out to explore the school some more.

As I made my way to the bathroom, I couldn’t help but wonder what the guy with dark hair was planning. They seemed desperate for me to join their organisation, and I couldn’t help but feel like there was more to their motives than they were letting on.

But for now, I needed to focus on my own training and keep a low profile. As I finished getting ready, I made a mental note to avoid Dante as much as possible, at least for the time being.

After finishing my shower, I dried myself off and got dressed. As I was putting on my shirt, I noticed a big dark circle on my arm, as if someone had bitten me. I leaned closer to get a better look and saw that there were small dots around the bite mark.

My heart started racing as I tried to remember if anyone had attacked me the previous night, but I couldn’t recall anything that would have caused this, nor the demon was able to touch me. I wondered if it was some kind of side effect from the strange powers I had been experimenting with lately.

I decided to keep the mark covered with a long-sleeved shirt and made a mental note to keep an eye on it in case it got worse. I knew I couldn’t let anyone see it, especially not Dante or the villain, as they would undoubtedly have questions.

Feeling uneasy about the mark, I made my way out of the dorms and headed towards the training grounds, hoping to clear my head and focus on my training.