DOOMED TO BE A VILLAIN

Chapter 177 CHAPTER 177: ANTICLIMATIC II

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"Well, I guess you are the lucky one who gets to have a date with lady death," he said in a congratulatory tone to the third black-clothed invader, his trademark wicked smile rising up his face.

The person in question could feel all the hairs on his body stand up and flames immediately started flowing around his fists as he immediately assumed a defensive position, yet he didn't say anything. 

Though he wasn't willing to admit it with his own mouth, he was more than a little scared by Davies's threat to his life.

The dagger-wielding invader wasn't even a little bit angry by Davies's attitude of treating him like he wasn't even there and directly targeting his comrade because he knew that Davies had the capability to make good on his words if they didn't do their best to stop him... At least judging from the capability that he had already shown, it was believable.

So he had simply increased his guard towards the guy that Davies had said he was targeting and waited for Davies to make his move.

"Hurry up, I don't know how long we can hold him off," the dagger-wielding invader said to his fellow compadre that was trying to find the technology on the computer.

"I'm working on it," the dude working on the computer muttered under his breath, increasing his finger speed that was already almost a blurring movement to the untrained eye. 

Davies seemed to not have noticed this exchange of words as he kept his eyes firmly on the chosen target.

He seemed to not even have put the dagger-wielding invader into his eyes and seemingly ignored him as well.

All this served to pressure the unfortunate soul that had been chosen as the scapegoat. The pressure of Davies's cold murderous eyes was greater than any pressure or killing intent he had ever faced and coming from him... That was saying a lot.

He wasn't very strong as a person, but he had met a lot of monstrously strong people and none of them gave him as much pressure as the one Davies was giving off unconsciously without even trying.

He clenched his fists tighter and a cold drop of sweat ran down his back as he watched Davies simply stare at him and not make a move even though he was the chosen target.

Due to the strong pressure, he was feeling, he wasn't able to think straight and did the worst thing a prey could do when it was being hunted... 

With the thought that he didn't want to be a sitting duck while waiting for his death, his fists caught fire and he ran towards Davies, stunning everyone in the room.

'That idiot!' his two comrades were stunned at this sudden, yet foolish move.

Even Davies was confused and took a cautious step backward as he didn't know what the idiot was up to.

The dagger-wielding comrade of the idiot wasn't willing to let his comrade die so easily due to his stupid actions and immediately dashed forward as soon as he noticed that Davies had taken a step backward.

Immediately Davies noticed his movement, he immediately conjured another ice sword in his free hand and ran at him as well, ignoring the suicidal idiot for the time being.

The dagger-wielding invader was relieved that Davies had ignored his obviously stupid and suicidal comrade and had instead come for him, but before he had any time to think any more relieved thoughts, he had to put up his daggers to ward off a sudden attack. 

Davies had thrown the two swords in his hands at him one after the other.

He immediately realized from the way the swords were zooming at him that he couldn't carelessly deflect the sword to the right or the left because the speed at which they were coming at him was out of his comfort zone of skillfully deflecting projectiles.

He couldn't deflect it downward either as that was where his lower body was and he wasn't interested in sacrificing his body parts just to deflect a few weapons... Luckily, there was always the upward direction... Or so he thought.

He smoothly and skilfully deflected the two ice swords one after the other. The force of the two swords actually managed to push him back, but despite that he was unhurt.

After stumbling back a few steps he righted himself and stood stably, but was surprised to find Davies still running at him, but before he could even get himself on guard Davies leaped off the ground and threw himself into a spin.

As he continuously spun into the air, he soon reached where the two ice swords were still spinning mid-air.

The next thing that happened shocked the three invaders, burst one in the heart, and blew out the mind of another of the three... Quite literally. 

Davies managed to land a double kick with both of his feet and sent the swords with crushing force in the directions of the invader working on the computer and the suicidal invader.

The suicidal invader got an ice sword right through the skull. The sword slashed through the unsuspecting invader, ripping into his skull and shredding through his brain before coming out the other side, spraying bits of blood and pink brain matter all over the floor as he fell to the ground, dead.

The other invader who had been working on the computer at the time and had not really been paying any more attention to the fight other than watching the fight from the corner of his eye so when Davies had kicked the ice swords while spinning mid-air, he had been too stunned by the sudden actions of Davies that he had forgotten to dodge, thus he had ended up with a sword right through his chest, running through his heart and popping it like a bright red cherry.

Bright red blood sorted out of his chest and his mouth as he stared at the sword in his chest with disbelief and unwillingness written all over his face as he slumped and fell to the ground. A second later he was dead.

"..." The dagger-wielding invader had a look of complete unbelief as his eyes looked from his suicidal teammate to the one who had been working on stealing the technology from the holographic supercomputer.

Those two were usually full of differences and would usually fight at every chance they got unless they were on a mission like today... But those two who were usually like fire and water had something in common today... 

They were both on the floor, spurting blood from fatal wounds, dead... And they were killed by the same person, on the same mission.

"You!!!"

"You lied!!!" he raged after coming to the terms that his people were dead, and he could not accept it.

"And you believed it?" Davies asked with an unbelieving expression as if he couldn't believe the idiotic words coming out of the fool's mouth.

"You actually believe the words of your enemy in battle?"

"Wow, you must either be the greatest battle genius of the century... Or the idiot of the century?" He couldn't believe this idiot.

Did he actually expect Davies not to make a move on the other invaders just because he said he wasn't going to?

"Ah... What a fool," he sighed as he runner his face. He was disappointed by these invaders.

The last one was so dangerous that he couldn't even touch him and he had expected a similar level of threat or an even higher one, but he got... This.

Words could not express his disappointment at this bull shit.

Well, luckily he only needed one person to spill the beans on whichever bastard had sent them here.

The dagger-wielding invader could not take Davies's blatant mockery of his intelligence, but he also realized that he was also at fault because he had fallen for the trap that Davies had placed for him, hook line, and sinker.

What he didn't know was that Davies hadn't originally planned to kill two of the invaders and had only planned to kill the target he had originally chosen, but his murderous instinct had been triggered when he had realized how unguarded the two of them were. 

At first, he had wanted to stick to his original plan, but his reasoning that had told him that he only needed one person to torture and not a whole host of people helped with making his decision 

Also, there should be a lot more people on the next floor as Daniella had said that it wasn't only the 139th floor that had been attacked.

This meant that there were a lot more people for him to choose a songbird from.

"Hopefully, they'd be more of a challenge than you squeaky pants," Davies said out loud to the dagger-wielding invader, confusing him because he couldn't make a head or tail of what Davies was saying.

Instead of waiting for the situation to become more complicated, he gritted his teeth, squeezed his daggers extra tight, and charged at Davies.

He didn't have much of a choice in what to do at this particular moment anyway, he thought to himself.