I Became The Novel's Biggest Antagonist - Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Isaac Crawford VS Demons
“Who cares about what lowlives want?”

Krainel stared at him for a brief moment before leaning in and whispering, “Kill him.”

Without hesitation, the six men lunged toward Isaac.

-BANG!

A single gunshot shattered the air, and in the next instant, one of the attackers’ heads burst open like a ruptured melon. Blood and brain matter splattered across the rooftop, staining the ground beneath them.

The remaining five demons froze in place, their eyes widening in shock as they turned toward their fallen comrade. Then, as if in slow motion, they redirected their gaze to Isaac. He stood there, his revolver still raised, a thin trail of smoke curling from its barrel.

“I don’t have time to waste on lowly trash like you,” Isaac said with disdain. He flicked his gun toward the next target. “So let’s get this over with.”

The demon in his sights instinctively leapt aside—

-BOOM!

The gunshot tore through the air. A fraction of a second later, a gaping hole had been carved clean through the building behind them, a perfectly circular tunnel of destruction.

The demons’ eyes flickered toward the damage, their expressions momentarily frozen in disbelief. But before they could even turn back—

Isaac was already gone.

A blur of motion—then he was suddenly in front of another demon, his leg raised high.

-BAM!

The force of his kick sent out a shockwave, rippling through the air like an explosion. The unfortunate demon was launched off the rooftop, his forehead caved in from the brutal impact.

“Use your true forms!” Krainel’s voice rang out.

He had seen enough to know—this was no ordinary opponent. Holding back would only mean death.

The four remaining demons didn’t hesitate. A dark, viscous substance oozed from their skin, enveloping their bodies like living shadows. Their frames grew larger, more monstrous, their eyes glowing with a red hue. Small horns sprouted from their foreheads—not solid, but jagged constructs of pure corruption.

For a brief moment, silence hung over the rooftop.

Then—

They vanished.

In a blur of speed, the four demons shot forward, their speed unnatural, their figures nothing more than streaks of rooftop.

Isaac’s silver eyes glowed. In the span of a heartbeat, he aimed and fired—

-BOOOM!

The bullet connected, drilling straight through one of the demons’ chests. A burst of black ichor erupted from the wound, yet the creature didn’t even falter. It pushed forward.

The others had already closed in.

Three sets of razor-sharp claws came crashing down.

Isaac weaved through the first attack with ease, narrowly dodged the second by leaping into the air, and when the third demon’s claws came crashing toward his face.

-CRACK!

Before the strike could land, Isaac’s foot snapped up, slamming into the demon’s wrist. The force sent a ripple through the creature’s arm, briefly throwing it off balance. In the same breath, Isaac raised his revolver, the barrel aimed squarely at the demon’s face—point-blank.

There was no way to dodge.

But just as he was about to pull the trigger—

A sharp sensation prickled at his back.

Isaac’s silver eyes flickered with awareness. Without turning, he instinctively tilted his head just enough—

A set of claws whizzed past, barely missing their mark. A thin line of blood welled up on his cheek.

The demon behind him—one he had previously kicked off the rooftop—had returned in his full released form. His glowing red eyes widened in shock. He had struck from Isaac’s blind spot, yet the man had evaded it as if he had sensed it coming.

He didn’t get time to process the impossibility of it.

Isaac’s elbow shot back—

-BAM!

The crunch of bone filled the air as the demon’s nose shattered. The force of the blow sent him flying backward, his body smashing through the wall of a nearby building.

Isaac’s revolver was already trained on him.

Inside the building, several workers were caught in the chaos, their eyes filled with terror. But Isaac didn’t hesitate. He pulled the trigger.

-BANG!

The bullet tore through the demon’s skull, snuffing out its life instantly. The force of the shot obliterated everything in its path, claiming the lives of two unfortunate bystanders caught in the wake.

Isaac landed smoothly on the rooftop once more, not sparing a single glance at the destruction behind him.

His silver gaze fell upon the remaining four demons.

They were no longer attacking. Instead, they stood with their arms raised, a swirling vortex of black energy coalescing in their palms. The air around them grew heavy, thick with corruption.

A sphere of pure corruption formed between them, pulsating with raw energy.

Isaac’s lips curled into a smirk—one of sheer arrogance, contempt barely concealed beneath it. Every movement, every subtle shift of his body, was designed to provoke. To taunt.

To make them feel small.

As if they weren’t even worth his time.

Calmly, he raised his revolver once more—but instead of aiming at them, he pointed straight at the swirling mass of corruption they were building.

The demons didn’t falter.

They had gathered enough energy.

And in the next moment, they released it.

The black sphere shot toward him, a spell powerful enough to annihilate even the most fortified mana defenses—

But Isaac didn’t move.

He had his finger on the trigger, ready to fire—but before he could, Krainel materialized behind him. It wasn’t just fast; it was instantaneous. A movement so sudden, so unpredictable, that no one should have been able to react in time.

-BOOM!

Yet, Isaac remained utterly still. Not because he had failed to move, but because a suffocating force had erupted from him, crashing down upon the rooftop like an invisible tidal wave. The gravitational weight sent cracks rippling across the concrete, pressing down on everything in its wake.

Krainel staggered mid-attack, his momentum forcibly slowed, but he pushed through.

Isaac, however, paid him no mind. He pulled the trigger.

-BOOM!

The dark beam surged toward him, roaring through the air, but before it could reach him—a shockwave detonated against it, dispersing the attack like a flickering flame snuffed out in an instant. It was as if the very laws of force had bent in Isaac’s favor.

With barely a breath’s time, he leaped to the side, narrowly evading Krainel’s strike. He landed, his boots skidding slightly on the rough rooftop. A cold smirk tugged at his lips.

But then—a single drop of blood slid down his cheek.

Isaac froze.

His fingers reached up, swiping across his skin, smearing the warm crimson across his fingertips. He stared at it.

Then, his expression darkened.

“How dare…” He muttered, his voice turning frighteningly cold. “How dare filthy dogs draw my blood?”

-BOOM!

The rooftop quaked as an even greater force erupted from him, this time heavier, denser, nearly suffocating. Krainel’s face twisted in alarm as the pressure slammed down, far stronger than before. The four demons dropped to their knees instantly, their bodies shaking violently under the crushing weight.

Krainel had no choice. He released his corruption, forcing his own power outward to resist.

Isaac barely acknowledged it. His gaze locked onto the demons struggling beneath him, and with a slow motion, he raised his hand—then lowered it.

“You should be groveling in the dirt before me.”

-BOOM!

All four demons slammed their foreheads into the rooftop with bone-cracking force. Their muffled grunts of pain echoed, but none of them could muster the strength to protest. The sheer weight pressing down on them had become unbearable, threatening to crush them into the very ground.

Isaac took his time walking toward them. He didn’t spare Krainel a glance, even as the demon’s form twisted and darkened, releasing his full corruption in response.

Instead, Isaac’s attention remained solely on the wretched figures kneeling before him, their heads forced down like cattle awaiting execution. His expression curled into something of pure disgust.

“Such horrendous creatures. Have the Gods cursed your race?” He muttered, sneering as if the very sight of them was an insult to his presence.

The demons gritted their teeth at the blatant mockery, but not a single one dared to speak.

Isaac sighed as if bored. His hands slid into his pockets, his gaze gliding over them.

“Now then…” He spoke, stepping behind them. His voice was void of emotion, indifferent, merciless.

“Which one of you shall die first?”

None of them could answer. Even if they wanted to.

Their bones creaked under the weight of the pressure, cracking agonizingly slow. It was a pain beyond human comprehension—because these weren’t their true bodies. They were merely possessing flesh, and yet, the pain was so raw, so real, that even the idea of death felt like a release compared to the suffering they endured now.

Isaac extended his hand, and in a swirl of dark energy, a new revolver materialized in his grip—a sleek, pitch-black weapon. He turned it over in his palm, caressing the barrel.

“This,” he spoke slowly, his voice tinged with a strange, almost nostalgic fondness, “is the weapon I used for years to execute every last rebel who defied the Empire.”

His fingers traced the smooth metal, a small, knowing small smile tugging at his lips.

“I’ve shot through countless skulls… watched as their brains burst apart, splattering like ruptured fruit. The moment the bullet tears through their heads, there’s this silence—a perfect stillness. And in that moment, when you hold the power of life and death in your hands…” He exhaled slowly, eyes half-lidded.

“…You feel something indescribable. Something divine. As if you were a god, choosing who lives and who dies.”

The demons shuddered.

They couldn’t fully grasp what he was saying, but one thing was clear—this man was not normal. There was no rage in his voice, no twisted glee. He spoke of slaughter with the same casual indifference someone might have when discussing the weather.

Isaac lifted the revolver, aiming it at the back of one of the demons.

“It only takes less than a second and—”

-BANG!

A violent crack split the air. Blood sprayed outward in a gruesome arc, splattering onto the demons beside him. They barely had time to register what had happened—only the warm, wet sensation of crimson trickling down their skin, the metallic scent filling their nostrils.

The only sound that followed was the quiet drip of blood pattering against the rooftop.

Isaac lowered the smoking barrel, stepping forward as he dropped to one knee beside the lifeless body.

The demon’s head lay at an unnatural angle, a gaping hole punched clean through the skull. His vacant eyes stared into the void, as if caught in a final, terrified moment of disbelief.

Isaac tilted his head slightly, studying the corpse with quiet fascination.

“…It’s over.”

His voice was soft yet it sent an unnatural chill through the remaining demons.

“A life… gone, just like that.”