Becoming The Villain Is My Dream-Chapter 50: Alex’s Wrath

"Has he gone crazy?" Atticus gasped as he watched Alex destroy the entire building with terrifying ease. The ground trembled under each strike, the air thick with dust and heat. "But such power... Hey, what happened to him?" he turned and asked Mikasa, his voice trembling in disbelief.

’I can’t tell him about the bloodline—it could be dangerous,’ Mikasa thought, her eyes narrowing as she tried to form a reasonable lie. "Well, I don’t know precisely," she finally said after a long pause, "but it started right after his school was destroyed."

"Hmmm, strange," Atticus mumbled, frowning deeply.

"What is?" she asked, feigning curiosity though she already knew where he was heading.

"The transformation," he replied, watching Alex closely. "It was sudden. He’s become a lot stronger than before... perhaps something more happened to him."

"Maybe," Mikasa said softly, pretending to agree. Inwardly, she was just relieved that Atticus hadn’t pressed further. If he found out what Alex truly was—or what his power meant—it would cause a chaos even greater than the destruction before them.

Meanwhile, Alex stood in the ruins of what used to be Lucien’s base. The building had been reduced to piles of smoking rubble, crushed under the weight of his wrath. His white hair glowed faintly under the night sky, his eyes blazing with demonic fury. He wasn’t breathing heavily; he wasn’t even sweating. He stood there like a god of destruction, patient and silent, waiting.

Soon enough, a figure stepped through the cracked space—Lucien, emerging from the dust. His eyes widened as he surveyed the wreckage. Shock and disbelief painted his face as he turned around, searching for whoever could have done this.

When he spotted Atticus standing at a distance, Lucien immediately assumed he was responsible. With a snarl, he dashed toward him, his hand glowing red with energy. But before he could strike, Alex appeared behind him in a blur and grabbed him by the head. Without a word, he slammed Lucien’s skull straight into the ground, the impact sending a shockwave across the broken floor.

"We have some unfinished business," Alex said calmly, his voice low and dangerous. He released him and stepped back, giving Lucien a moment to rise. It wasn’t mercy—it was dominance. He wanted him to stand so he could tear him down again.

"You..." Lucien growled as he pushed himself up, coughing. The attack had shaken him, but not broken him. He glared at Alex, his crimson eyes flickering with anger and disbelief. "How did you become so strong?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Is that the only question you could think of?" Alex asked, tilting his head. His voice carried a mocking calmness that made Lucien grit his teeth. "Does it matter how I became strong? I’m here for one thing—to avenge the death of my friends. If I don’t kill you today, call me a bastard."

He paused and let out a humorless chuckle. "Well... I guess I already am. So, call me whatever you want. But that’ll be after this fight."

Lucien tightened his grip on his sword. "I don’t care how powerful you’ve become. You’ll pay for everything you’ve done here!"

"Honestly," Alex said with a sigh, his smile turning twisted, "it’s not even your place to be angry. I’m the one who should be furious—considering what you did to my friends and my school—but the funny thing is... I’m not even upset."

That smile—cold, empty, and cruel—made Lucien’s stomach churn.

"He’s gone mad," Atticus muttered, watching from a safe distance beside Mikasa.

"Hmmm." Mikasa crossed her arms, saying nothing. Deep down, she agreed. The boy in front of them wasn’t human anymore. There was something else moving behind those eyes—something ancient and terrifying.

"It’s not funny, kid," Lucien growled. His patience had run out. "Let’s see how much you’ve improved!" He summoned his sword, the blade igniting with red energy, and charged at Alex.

"Tsk." Alex clicked his tongue in boredom and waited. As Lucien swung the blade down at his head, Alex didn’t move. The blade was inches away from cleaving him in half—until it suddenly stopped midair and shattered into glittering fragments.

Lucien gasped, stumbling back in horror, but before he could react, Alex moved. His hand shot forward like lightning, grabbing Lucien by the throat. He lifted him with one hand, his fingers tightening.

"I wanted this to be quick," Alex said, his tone flat. "So I don’t have time to play cat and mouse with you."

"I’m not easy to kill!" Lucien choked out. With his free hand, he summoned another sword and drove it straight into Alex’s chest. The blade pierced through him completely, blood splattering across the ground.

Alex’s grip loosened. He staggered back, staring down at the sword sticking out of his chest. Blood trickled from his lips as his breathing slowed.

"Hah! That was faster than I expected!" Lucien exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with victory. "Now die!"

He strode toward Alex, his hand reaching for the sword to rip it out and stab him again. But as his fingers brushed the hilt, Alex’s head tilted upward—and that same chilling smile returned to his face.

"I died once," Alex said softly. "I can’t die a second time."

Lucien froze. That voice—so calm, so assured—made something primal stir in him. He instinctively backed away, fear clawing at his chest. "W-what are you?"

Alex slowly straightened, pulling the sword from his body. His wound glowed faintly before healing completely in seconds. "Are you having some kind of trouble?" he asked, mocking him. "You look pale."

Lucien’s heart pounded. ’He’s not human,’ he thought. ’He’s... something else entirely.’

His pride wouldn’t let him admit fear. "You’re just a fool playing god!" he snarled and lunged forward.

"Aren’t you courting death?" Alex asked with a smirk and dashed forward to meet him. Just when their blades—or what remained of Lucien’s—were about to collide, Alex vanished.

Lucien blinked in confusion. "Where—"

Before he could finish, a searing pain tore through his abdomen. He gasped and looked down, eyes wide in disbelief. Blood poured from a hole just below his ribs.

"You might want to stop the bleeding," Alex said with a half-smile, appearing behind him. "Unless you’d rather die faster."

Lucien lifted his shirt, trembling as he saw the wound. "Y-you bastard!" he shouted, his voice breaking. He tried to charge again, but his legs gave out, and he fell to his knees. Pain surged through his body, making his vision blur.

"Oops," Alex said casually, walking closer. "That looks bad."

"You... I’ll kill you!" Lucien groaned, clutching his wound.

"Says the man on death’s door," Alex muttered. He crouched, grabbed Lucien by the hair, and yanked his head upward. "Playtime’s over," he whispered.

Lucien screamed as Alex began pulling his hair out by the roots. Clumps fell to the floor, blood trickling from his scalp. He dug his nails into Alex’s wrist, desperate to escape, but Alex didn’t even flinch. He kept pulling, strand by strand, until Lucien’s head was completely bald.

Watching from afar, Atticus and Mikasa both covered their mouths in horror.

"The person before us isn’t human anymore," Atticus whispered. "He’s a monster wearing a boy’s face."

"Hey," Alex called out, his voice cutting through the silence. "Aren’t you going to come give him a finishing blow?"

"He’s talking to you," Mikasa said, glancing at Atticus.

"Huh?" Atticus blinked. "No! You do it!" he shouted back.

"Don’t you want to avenge your brother’s death?" Mikasa asked him.

"There’s nothing else I can do," Atticus said, his tone resigned. "Let the kid do whatever he wants. He seems to be enjoying himself."

Alex heard every word, but instead of reacting, he shrugged. "Fine by me." He grabbed Lucien’s limp body and flung him across the rubble. The man crashed hard into a broken wall, coughing blood as he landed. He was barely conscious, trembling as Alex approached.

"Tsk, tsk," Alex said, crouching beside him. "You’ve become totally useless."

Lucien stared up at him, his eyes filled with dread. "P-please..."

"I’ll make this quick," Alex said flatly, then drove his boot into Lucien’s groin.

Lucien screamed, the sound echoing across the ruined battlefield. But Alex didn’t stop. He kicked him again. And again. Each strike was harder than the last, every blow carrying the weight of his pain, anger, and loss.

"This is for my friends!" Alex shouted, kicking him once more. "For everything you did to them!"

Lucien’s body jerked with each hit. He screamed until his voice broke, crying for help from Atticus and Mikasa—but neither of them moved. They simply watched, knowing he deserved every ounce of pain.

Finally, Alex stopped. He stood there, breathing heavily—not from exhaustion, but from the dark energy radiating within him. He looked down at Lucien, who was barely conscious, covered in blood and bruises.

"Pathetic," Alex muttered and turned away. "Let’s go."

Atticus glanced at the motionless Lucien and then at Alex. "What about that?" he asked, pointing to the sword still sticking out of Alex’s chest.

"Oh," Alex said casually, glancing down. He grasped the sword’s hilt and yanked it out. Before their eyes, the wound closed instantly, leaving not even a scar.

Atticus and Mikasa exchanged glances—half awe, half fear.

"Let’s go," Alex repeated, his tone cold and final.

Atticus nodded, swallowing hard. "Right." He lifted his hand and cast his space manipulation spell, tearing open a shimmering portal.

As they stepped through, Mikasa took one last look at Lucien’s broken body lying in the ruins. His breaths were shallow, his eyes wide open but empty. She turned away and followed the others.

Behind them, the wind howled through the shattered remains of the battlefield. The once-grand base of Lucien was now nothing but ash and silence—a graveyard for ambition and vengeance. And at the center of it all stood Alex, his soul darker than it had ever been.