I Became The Novel's Biggest Antagonist - Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Luna-Evelyn VS Isaac Crawford [1]

“Where is Adam?”

Lunevy’s voice trembled slightly as she asked.

The others exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions mirroring her concerns.

Nearby, a jagged hole marred the ground close to Isaac. And Adam? He was nowhere to be found.

It didn’t take long for them to draw a conclusion: the man with the Book was undoubtedly an ally of Krainel Salvador.

“Adam must’ve found that hole and he had probably encountered Isaac down there… and something happened.

Isaac remained silent.

Unbeknownst to the group, Isaac had carefully erased his presence and concealed his mana while dealing with the unknown man. Yet, despite his best efforts, the man’s desperate counterattack had escaped suppression, alerting them all.

Now, Isaac faced a critical dilemma. He couldn’t revert to Adam—not now. If the group ventured into the hole and found a corpse but no trace of Adam, it would spark even more questions, questions Isaac wasn’t prepared to answer.

Acting swiftly, Isaac raised his revolver and aimed it toward the gaping hole, his mana surging into the weapon.

“…!”

The oppressive wave of mana radiating from him was suffocatingly potent. Everyone instinctively stepped back—everyone except Lunevy. But even she struggled to maintain her composure under the suffocating aura emanating from Isaac.

The revolver glowed with an ominous intensity, charged with a lethal amount of mana. Lunevy’s eyes widened in realization. She understood exactly what Isaac intended to do.

“Stop!” She shouted, lunging forward to intervene.

But it was already too late.

-BOOM!

The bullet tore through the air with deafening speed, striking the hideout below. The resulting explosion sent massive shards of rock and clouds of dust erupting into the sky.

For a moment, chaos reigned. Dust and debris hurtled toward Isaac, only to be deflected by an invisible gravity barrier surrounding him.

The others weren’t as fortunate. They scrambled to shield themselves, their mana flaring to create hasty barriers. Ophelia positioned herself protectively in front of the three students, anchoring them amidst the shockwaves.

When the dust finally settled, all eyes turned to Isaac. He stood untouched, the swirling fragments of the ruined hideout unable to breach his calm, impenetrable defense.

“Dead now,” Isaac said at last.

The group looked down into the obliterated pit. Whatever—or whoever—had been inside the hideout was now buried beneath a mountain of rubble.

“…” Lunevy froze in place, her body trembling as if paralyzed.

Ophelia’s hands shot up to cover her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief. “I–It can’t be…”

“You bastard!!”

Stephen was the first to snap, his rage boiling over as he charged toward Isaac recklessly.

Before Stephen could close the distance, Isaac moved like a phantom, appearing directly in front of him. With a swift, devastating kick to the stomach, he sent Stephen hurtling backward.

“Agh–!” Stephen’s mouth opened wide as he coughed up a thick spurt of blood. The force of the blow folded him like a hinge, his body forming a painful ‘<‘ before he was flung away. He tumbled across the ground for several meters, his frame leaving a ragged trail in the dirt.

“Stephen!” Ophelia cried out, rushing to his side with panic etched on her face.

But Lunevy was already moving. Her sword flashed as she closed the gap between herself and Isaac, her strike swift and precise.

Yet she couldn’t land a blow. The air around Isaac shimmered as an invisible force repelled her, vibrating. The gravity surrounding him made it impossible for her to breach his defenses.

“Why…?” Lunevy’s voice cracked as she glared at him, her lips trembling. She gripped her sword tightly, her knuckles pale with strain.

She couldn’t name the emotions coursing through her—rage, despair, or perhaps a deep sense of betrayal. She hadn’t known Adam for long, but his kindness had touched her in ways she hadn’t expected. His concern for her had felt genuine, and now, the thought of losing him filled her with grief she hadn’t expected.

“What a ridiculous question,” Isaac said with a scoff, his lips curling into a mocking smile. “You all ask the same thing regardless of the world in the end. Why did you kill him? Why did you kill her? Why so much violence? As long as humanity exists, so will violence. It’s woven into your very nature. Casualties are inevitable—whether it’s the lowest scum or the kindest soul. Life and death hinge on the hand that wields the power to decide.”

“Shut up…”

-BAM!

Lunevy’s mana erupted around her, flaring with raw intensity as she tried to shatter the oppressive gravity field that barred her path.

Isaac didn’t flinch. His silver eyes bore into hers, a curious glint in their depths—part Isaac’s detached interest, part Adam’s lingering fascination on her reaction toward his ‘death’.

“But if you insist on an answer,” Isaac continued coldly, “it’s simple: weakness.”

“The weak have no right to challenge those who stand above them. It’s an unchangeable truth, even for peasants.”

“S–Shut up!”

Lunevy’s mana surged violently, a pillar of roaring fire erupting from her body and tearing into the sky. The sheer heat distorted the air around her, and the ground beneath her feet cracked and caved under the overwhelming force.

Isaac watched as Lunevy’s Phantasma pierced the edge of his gravity barrier. Though it was only the tip of her blade, it spoke volumes about her monstrous strength.

“Now, I understand,” Isaac muttered, his voice barely audible over the crackling energy surrounding them.

Adam’s desire to protect her suddenly made sense. Lunevy wasn’t just strong—she was unnaturally so. And this Among the highest Upper-Values he had ever encountered. Isaac could also see why Ivan was so eager to recruit her. It wasn’t her kind essense that interested him contrary to Adam; it was the potential she carried, raw and unpolished. A diamond in the rough, waiting to be shaped.

Isaac’s instincts told him to kill her immediately. She was too dangerous to be left alive. But the thoughts of others—Adam’s lingering will, Ivan’s ambitions, and even the collective considerations of his counterparts—tempered his resolve.

Before Isaac could make his next move, Lunevy’s voice rang out.

“Ignacia!” She cried, summoning the full power of her Phantasma.

The blade in her hand ignited into a blazing inferno, the flames burning brighter, hotter, as she pushed forward against the gravity barrier. The strain was evident on her face; the barrier resisted her with force, allowing her blade to penetrate no further than its tip.

Despite her incredible strength, Lunevy struggled. She had never encountered a barrier like this before—one that rendered her attacks so futile.

She couldn’t even reach him.

‘Why am I so weak…?’

The thought burned in her mind, fueling her frustration. Lunevy gritted her teeth, her pride and confidence crumbling under the weight of her helplessness.

Just like with Krainel Salvador, she found herself powerless against a greater foe. She was hailed as a genius, praised as one of the strongest, and yet…

Was she going to lose again?

-BOOM!

Her mana erupted with even greater force, a fiery cyclone roaring around her as she pushed herself to the brink.

“Stay behind me!” Julius shouted as he moved to shield Irisdina and the others.

He wanted to help Lunevy, but the fight had already escalated beyond his ability to intervene. He couldn’t afford to endanger the students by joining a battle so far beyond him. Instead, he focused on their safety, his mana flaring defensively.

“What… is this?” Luke mumbled, his face pale, mirroring Agatha’s shock.

“Is that… a fight between S-Ranks?” Irisdina’s voice trembled as she watched the battle unfold, awe and terror etched across her face. The very air around them rippled with mana.

Julius didn’t respond, his attention fixed on the scene. He had witnessed terrifying battles before, but this… this was on a different level entirely. He had to get the students away before the situation spiraled completely out of control.

And then there was Isaac.

Julius doubted the man’s strength was limited to an S-Rank. No, this power felt far beyond even that.

Isaac observed as Lunevy’s flames engulfed his entire barrier, her mana growing more intense with every passing moment. Her body blazed and her eyes burned; the gusting heat whipping her hair wildly around her face.

As the battle raged, a glowing emblem of a small firebird appeared on Lunevy’s forehead, and her power surged to an entirely new level.

S+ Rank.

And she wasn’t stopping.

Flaming wings of enormous size burst forth from her back, their searing light illuminating the battlefield as they unfurled in full glory. The wings loomed over Isaac.

Isaac, however, remained unfazed. He raised his silver eyes to meet her glowing form calmly.

“So, this is a Phantasma,” he muttered and raised his revolver.

The cylinder clicked open, and the bullets present vanished. A fresh set of six bullets materialized in their place, each glowing with a silver light.

Isaac snapped the cylinder shut and pointed the weapon at Lunevy.

“I’ll use a gravitational force ten times stronger than Earth’s,” he said.

His finger rested lightly on the trigger as his gaze locked onto Lunevy’s form.

“Try to survive this,” Isaac said narrowing his eyes, “before thinking about standing on ‘our’ side.”

-BOOOM!

The shot echoed like thunder. The bullet, imbued with immense gravitational energy, tore through the air, warping space as it traveled. It reached Lunevy in an instant, its speed too great to evade.

Lunevy’s massive wings of fire folded around her defensively, forming a blazing shield. The moment the bullet struck, an immense force exploded outward, sending her hurtling backward at incredible speed.

-CRASH!

-BOOM!

Her body smashed through several buildings under construction, reducing them to rubble as she continued to be pushed along by the gravitational bullet, which showed no sign of stopping.