I'm the Villain, But the Heroines Keep Choosing Me-Chapter 140: The Harsh Truth

The next morning, Damien stood alone in Valdara’s primary training yard, preparing himself for what was coming.

Not physical preparation – his body was as ready as it would ever be. This was mental conditioning. Accepting what he’d have to become. Making peace with the person who’d emerge from fifty percent corruption.

He manifested shadows, practicing techniques at his current capacity. The darkness responded instantly to his will, flowing like water, solid as steel when needed. Level 49 shadow comprehension made manipulation effortless.

But it wouldn’t be enough. Not against tens of thousands.

He needed more. The Second Core would provide it, assuming he survived the corruption spike required to unlock it.

His communication stone pulsed. Seria’s voice came through, tense.

"Damien. Something’s come up with the defensive preparations. I need to handle it with Elara. We’ll be back before evening."

"Everything alright?"

"Fine. Just... logistics. You focus on your preparation."

The stone went quiet.

Damien frowned. Seria wasn’t great at lying, and that had sounded like a lie. But he had his own preparations to handle. Whatever they were dealing with, they’d tell him when it mattered.

He returned to his training, pushing his shadow manipulation to current limits, mapping the edges of his capability so he’d recognize when the Second Core expanded them.

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Seria and Elara didn’t go to handle defensive logistics.

They went to confront Queen Lyristae.

They found her in the palace’s war room, alone, studying maps with the intense focus of someone planning for catastrophe.

"High Priestess. Commander Thornwood." Lyristae looked up, unsurprised. "I was wondering when you’d come. Please, sit. This conversation has been inevitable since a while now."

"You’re damn right it’s inevitable," Seria said, not sitting. "You’re manipulating him into corrupting himself to dangerous levels. Levels that could destroy everything he’s worked hard for."

"I’m preparing him to survive what’s coming. There’s a difference."

"Is there?" Elara’s voice was sharp. "Because from where we stand, you’re pursuing him romantically while also pushing him toward corruption that benefits your goals. That seems suspiciously aligned."

"It is aligned. I won’t pretend otherwise." Lyristae set down the map markers she’d been placing. "But my goals and your goals are the same – keeping Damien alive. We just disagree about what that requires."

"We think it requires maintaining his humanity. You think it requires abandoning it."

"No. I think it requires expanding his definition of humanity to include capabilities you’re too afraid to accept." Lyristae’s voice was calm, measured. "You want him to stay the person you fell in love with. I want him to become the person who can actually survive what’s coming. Those aren’t the same thing."

"And what exactly is coming that requires that much corruption?" Seria demanded. "Don’t give us vague threats about demon assaults. We know those numbers. We’ve run the tactical scenarios. Yes, it’s bad. But there are conventional solutions – evacuation, defensive fallbacks, strategic retreat."

"All of which result in massive casualties and eventual defeat. The demon forces aren’t just attacking Valdara. This is the opening move in systematic conquest of the entire Empire." Lyristae pulled out intelligence documents – more detailed than what she’d shown Damien. "Within six months, every major kingdom will face similar assaults. The Empire falls unless something disrupts the pattern."

"And Damien at unprecedented corruption is supposed to disrupt empire-wide conquest?" Elara’s skepticism was clear. "That’s absurd. One person, no matter how powerful, can’t change strategic outcomes at that scale."

"You’re right. One person can’t. But one catalyst can." Lyristae met their eyes. "Damien isn’t just another shadow wielder. He’s something else. Something that changes outcomes just by being involved. You’ve seen it – how situations shift when he’s present, how impossible victories happen, how the narrative bends around him."

"That’s just luck and skill – "

"No. It’s something more fundamental. He’s a disruption in the established pattern. And if he becomes strong enough, that disruption can cascade across the entire system." Lyristae’s voice carried absolute conviction. "But only if he survives long enough to matter. And he won’t survive at thirty percent. I’ve seen – " She stopped.

"Seen what?" Seria pressed.

"Nothing. Just projections. Tactical analysis suggesting thirty percent capability isn’t sufficient for what’s required."

"You’re lying." Elara’s divine senses extended, reading emotional resonance. "You’ve seen something specific. Something you’re not telling us."

Lyristae was quiet for a long moment. Then she made a decision.

"Alright. Partial truth, because full truth would break your minds." She moved to secure the room, placing wards that would prevent eavesdropping. "What I’m about to tell you stays between us. Damien doesn’t know. Can’t know yet. Agreed?"

They exchanged glances, then nodded.

"Damien is going to die," Lyristae said flatly. "Not metaphorically. Literally. There’s a specific confrontation coming, a moment where everything converges, and at his current strength he dies. I’ve seen it. Multiple times, from multiple angles, through methods I can’t explain without revealing things that would compromise operational security."

"You’re saying you can see the future." Seria’s voice was skeptical.

"I’m saying I have information about probable outcomes that you don’t. And every scenario where Damien stays at thirty percent ends with him dead." Lyristae’s expression was haunted. "So you have a choice. You can keep the Damien you know – idealistic, bound by conventional morality, trying to be good in ways that feel comfortable. And he dies. Or you can accept a stronger, more corrupted version who survives because he’s willing to do what’s actually necessary."

"That’s a false choice," Elara protested. "There are always alternatives – "

"There aren’t. I’ve looked. Believe me, I’ve spent years looking for ways to save him that don’t require this level of corruption. They don’t exist." Lyristae’s voice was strained. "The idealistic morality you’re trying to preserve? That gets him killed. The conventional anchoring you think is sufficient? That fails when he needs it most. The belief that love and goodness are enough to overcome reality? That’s comforting fantasy that results in his corpse."

The brutal directness made them both flinch.

"Why should we believe you?" Seria asked. "You’ve been manipulating him since we arrived. Using philosophy lessons and shared burden to create dependency. This could just be more manipulation designed to make us accept his corruption."

"It could be. But it’s not." Lyristae pulled out a crystal – different from the intelligence crystals, something personal. "This contains my own corruption readings. Taken monthly for the last six years. Watch the progression."

She activated the crystal, showing numbers that climbed steadily.

Thirty percent.

Thirty-five.

Forty. Fifty. Higher. Much higher.

The final reading showed eighty-four percent.

"Gods," Elara breathed.