Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 378

Chapter 378: [Wedding By Blood] [30] [Declaration]
The building shook violently.

Inside the building, Nymeria walked quietly without flinching at the falling pieces of the ceiling.

Her golden eyes filled with spirals stared down the hallway without any change of expression.

She had been separated from her mother for a long while, but she didn’t seem to care.

Instead, she shifted her focus to the golden marking on her palm.

“I need to talk.”

Nymeria said, staring at the marking.

“Right now.”

There wasn’t any type of reaction.

The marking remained the same, but it let out a faint golden pulse.

Nymeria waited, dusting off the dirt that kept falling on her body.

Time passed, and just when she felt nothing would happen—

“Hmm?”

Her heart started to beat at an alarming rate.

Nymeria brought her hand to place it over her chest.

She blinked.

Her vision blurred.

Nymeria looked around, finding herself in pitch-black darkness.

Wherever her eyes went, all she saw was nothing but void.

“Are you going to fulfill your promise, child?”

A voice echoed in the void.

Just as Nymeria turned,

She found an enormous woman standing behind her.

Tall like she had never seen before, wearing a veil that covered her face.

The size of the lady made Nymeria’s heart shudder.

Drawing in a deep breath,

She looked at Goddess Anastasia.

Even without seeing her face, Nymeria could feel the divine presence radiating from her like the sun itself.

Warm, but unbearably heavy.

Like it could crush you if it wished.

“I promised nothing,” she replied, trying to keep her composure. “You asked me if I wished to live and I said yes.”

“Then.”

Goddess Anastasia extended her hand toward Nymeria.

“Lend me your body.”

“…”

Nymeria stared at her enormous hand that made her look like a dwarf.

“….Why?”

She finally asked, looking at the woman.

“Why do you want my body?”

Goddess Anastasia remained silent for a while.

“To help someone,”

she replied simply.

“To help you.”

Nymeria questioned back, “How are you going to help me?”

“…By giving your divinity to someone else,”

She replied while Nymeria caught the glimpse of her beautiful green hair.

“Lending it to another would—”

“Liar,” Nymeria snapped, her voice cold. “Only an Avatar could have your divinity and Christina is dea—”

“That child isn’t dead,” Anastasia interrupted her words. “She is alive.”

Nymeria took a moment to process her words.

“What?” Nymeria frowned. “How could she?”

“She just lost her mortal body,” Anastasia replied. “Her soul is still in Lumina.”

Nymeria stared up at the veiled goddess in stunned silence.

A part of her wanted to feel relief—Christina was alive.

In a way.

But another part burned with distrust.

“…Where is she?” Nymeria asked after a few minutes of silence. “Is she attached to some object?”

“She is with Himmel,” Anastasia replied, her voice softened ever so slightly. “He is taking care of her.”

“….”

Everything started to make sense to Nymeria.

Who Himmel was, how he arrived at Akasha… everything.

Just when Nymeria was planning to thank him—

“Ragnar was the one who killed her.”

Anastasia’s voice echoed in the void.

“And Himmel will go against him.”

“…What?”

Instead of replying further, Anastasia flicked her hand.

The void around Nymeria changed.

A different scenery formed all around her, showing a dystopian city where flame engulfed everything.

On one side, she could see her father—Ragnar—standing on the ground.

But what took her by surprise was who stood against him.

A young man with long black hair and blue eyes.

He stood over thousands of corpses that spread all around the place.

Nymeria recognized him even though he looked completely different.

“….Himmel?”

But what took her aback was someone who stood beside him.

With trembling hands, she pointed at the girl. “….That’s me?”

“It won’t be the first time he would go against Ragnar.”

Anastasia’s voice echoed once again as the world dissolved.

“And it won’t be the first time you will stand along with him.”

“…”

Nymeria was completely in shock to even reply to her words.

She just stared blankly into the void.

“What if you took over my body?”

She finally asked, looking back at the goddess.

“A barrier made by my lover holds gods from entering Lumina.”

Anastasia explained quietly.

“As long as that barrier stands, I can’t be in Lumina for more than a few minutes.”

Nymeria drew in a deep breath.

She gently nodded. “Fine.”

A blink later,

She found herself inside her body.

But…..

It wasn’t her that moved her body.

She could feel and see everything but wasn’t in control of anything.

Nymeria… now Anastasia took in a deep breath.

Her hair changing from vibrant red to deep green.

The ceiling fell but couldn’t even touch her.

Slowly she turned, walking toward Himmel.

***

They both smiled.

“It’s been a while.”

Their voices were in sync.

“Father.”

The king of Orth Kingdom stared at his two sons.

It’s been years since he saw them, yet there wasn’t any warmth in his eyes but anger.

His long blue hair was tied in a ponytail while his horn protruded from his head.

“Who asked you to be here?” Eirien barked, glaring at both of them. “You cursed abominations!”

Arthenis glanced at the man. “Are you going to antagonize them even now—?”

“They are nothing but a curse to our family!” Eirien yelled, looking at the men. “They don’t deserve anything!”

Even as their father hurled venom in their direction, they both remained calm.

“What the fuck, old man?” Khokan spat, looking at him with disgust. “Despite all you did to us, you’re still calling us abominations?”

Vikoka, standing beside him, shook his head. “What did you even expect from him?”

Khokan took in a deep breath.

“Whatever.”

He said, his voice echoing within the place.

“We aren’t here to talk anyway.”

Picking up a heavy stone on the side, he hurtled it at a running noble.

Crack!!!

With a crunching sound, the man was immediately crushed to death.

“Brother.”

Khokan took a step forward while the others readied themselves.

“I will take care of them.”

Vikoka nodded his head in response.

He turned.

“Then I will massacre the city!”

With one hard push, he was hurtled into the sky towards the city.

“Stop him!” Arthenis yelled in panic, worried about his innocent subjects. “… Don’t let him!!!”

His voice abruptly halted as Khokan rushed towards them in an instant.

Arthenis barely had time to draw his blade before Khokan was upon them.

A violent gust of wind followed his charge.

Kicking up dust and broken tiles as he closed the distance in the blink of an eye.

“Pathetic,” Khokan growled, driving his knee into Arthenis’ stomach and sending him crashing into a pillar.

Ledger’s canines elongated along with his claws, his eyes turning pure crimson as he lunged forward.

Ledger struck first—his claws slashing diagonally, aiming to rip across Khokan’s chest.

But Khokan tilted his body effortlessly, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Ledger spun midair, aiming a reverse kick at Khokan’s head, but—

CRACK!

Khokan caught his leg and slammed him into the ground like a ragdoll.

As if it wasn’t enough.

“ARGHH!!!”

Khokan broke his leg with brute force.

Casper’s body slammed into Khokan, sending him flying in the air.

But he quickly flipped and balanced himself, like it was nothing.

Eirien’s sword flashed, aimed at his throat.

But….

Tilting his head, Khokan grabbed his sword with his bare hand.

“You should have died!”

Eirien barked, glaring at his eldest son.

“You should have been burned the day you were born.”

Khokan just smiled.

“I still remember the punishment you gave us, father.”

He said, ducking under Arthenis’s sword before kicking him, making the king slam into the wall once again.

“Punishment we never deserved.”

“Rghh!!”

Eirien used his sword like a saw, making it dig deeper into his palm.

“We followed your rules, but it wasn’t enough for you.”

He growled, gripping Eirien’s sword tighter. Blood streamed down his palm, but his grip never loosened.

“We didn’t follow them and were beaten like animals.”

He yanked the sword from Eirien’s grip and tossed it aside.

“You tried to burn us alive!!!”

Eirien tried to summon his mana, but Khokan was faster. His hand shot forward, grabbing his father’s face.

With a surge of force, he slammed him into the floor, breaking everything.

“You tried to drown us. Amputated every part of our body, not even leaving the genitals!!!”

A punch broke Eirien’s nose into pieces.

He dragged his body by his collar, letting it dangle close to his face.

“Was it satisfying to look at us in pain?” He mumbled, looking into his eyes. “Was it thrilling?”

Ledger tried to attack him once again.

Khokan turned around and lowered his head.

A threatening amount of mana gathered between his horns.

“Shit!!”

Before Ledger could change his direction—.

BOOM!!!!

The blast hit him like a meteorite, sending him flying in the air.

“Enough…” Eirien gasped. “This… this isn’t the way…”

“You think mercy will stop Vikoka?” Khokan snapped, not even turning around. “You think forgiveness will save this kingdom?”

Arthenis lunged at him once again.

Khokan twisted his father’s leg before he shifted towards Arthenis.

The man grabbed him around the waist before pushing him up.

They both hurtled in the air.

From the side of his eyes, Khokan caught a fallen angel grabbing Ledger, but he didn’t care.

Instead, he wrapped his hand around Arthenis’s ribs.

And—.

Crack!!!

“ARGHHH!!!”

Shattered his ribs.

They both fell on the ground as Khokan threw him aside.

He slowly walked towards his father.

“Nobody will walk out alive from here.”

His voice echoed.

Khokan stopped in his tracks before he took in a deep breath.

Then—.

“MY NAME IS KHOKAN ORTH!!!”

He shouted, his voice echoing in the entire city.

“AND I SWEAR IN THE NAME OF MY GODDESS, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU WILL DIE!!!”

His voice turned softer.

“I will kill everyone.”

Just when he moved again.

Khokan noticed someone.

A woman in a wheelchair, staring at him.

“…Sister.”