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My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 139: Enigma
Chapter 139: Enigma
Despite the cheering earlier, few had the courage to congratulate Elian. Whatever kinship they might’ve felt toward him vanished the moment they saw him fight. At first, most believed he was just a stronger version of a knight—like Ned. But they were wrong.
Elian’s prowess eclipsed even the S-rank Breakers humanity idolized. Fighting monsters was one thing—but raising the dead? Weaponizing the sun? Commanding the sea? That was something else entirely.
He spared the moth woman wearing human skin. Turned traitorous humans into metal puppets. Bombed his own friend to the brink of death. And created human flags of those that opposed him.
Elian Reed wasn’t a hero or a villain—he was an enigma. A contradiction wrapped in black and ashen metal.
And when the System announced the city’s impending destruction, Crestfall froze. But Elian only said one thing: "Don’t worry, I got it." No rage. No despair. Just unshakable faith—not in others, but in himself.
Even when humanity betrayed him, he didn’t flinch. He used it to flex about his lover.
He even made a quest out of it:
[Watch my lover save Crestfall City.]
And sure enough, the city survived.
In one night, Elian Reed came in like a hurricane and made his declaration clear—
Human or monster, he bowed to no one.
Even a Tyrant from another world couldn’t stop him. So how could anyone in Crestfall possibly hope to? ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
And because of the quests, the whole world did too.
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As Elian walked back, he noticed the humans making a path. It stretched from his position all the way to the city. Many even took off their hats and kneeled. It was a sight few people ever got to see, let alone experience.
I guess I should get used to it now.
Originally, Elian had no intention of reintegrating with the humans. But Bianca’s reactions to Ned, Charlotte, and his parents convinced him otherwise. While he wanted her to himself, Bianca seemed happier when surrounded by people she could trust.
Seeing the power of money and his lover’s nostalgia for the city, Elian decided back then to plant his roots here.
"Really, now? Then should we buy a house somewhere?"
"Sure, why not? We’re rich, powerful, and we have all the time in the world."
"I see, you’re right. I will look into it."
That was the brief exchange he and Bianca had when they were going to meet Charlotte. Elian understood early on. Bianca had no one. He hadn’t understood where her parents were or what exactly she was; Fluffy wouldn’t tell him either, but those he fought knew.
"Ha, for all your power, you are a fool! No wonder you follow the Witch. If you only know of what she is. You would never choose her side."
"It matters not. Bianca Valestra’s existence is an affront to humanity. You interest me, which is why I did not chase that abomination immediately. But make no mistake, it won’t see tomorrow."
"Do you even know what she is? Why calling that thing—human is mankind’s greatest mistake?"
From Bianca’s immense Talents to her unbelievable strength, Bianca was a enigma.
All Elian knew was how she died. When it came to the events that shaped Bianca Valestra, he was still in the dark. And from the things Strength of Winter and Heaven’s Fist had said, she was no ordinary human.
But none of that matters. Whatever Bianca might be, I will never leave her side.
The battle ended a couple of hours after midnight. Apart from those who tried to flee the city, everyone was still indoors. Though the artificial sun had burned out, destroying the nuke, a few Flame Swallows still circled overhead, their glow dimmed.
As he absentmindedly walked forward, he didn’t actually have any particular destination in mind. The only places he knew were his apartment, the new house Bianca bought for his parents, and Bianca’s boutique. And right now, he didn’t feel like going to any of them.
His body didn’t need to sleep, nor did he need to eat; there was no place that interested him.
Oh, wait. There is one.
Elian headed to the nearest twenty-four-hour store he could find. Naturally, a large group of people followed him from a distance. Those who watched the streams knew of Elian Reed.
Few would be unable to memorize the characteristics of the current most tyrannical powerhouse on Earth. He had pale white hair, a near-perfect sculpted build, and wore a black trench coat.
Everywhere he went, quiet whispers were uttered. His mere presence caused people to look down in fear. There were some who observed him with sparkling eyes, but even they did not dare to approach.
The moment the Tyrant stepped inside, the whole store froze. Those who had yet to finish shopping all quickly left, while those still not done kept their heads down. One of the staff approached Elian, but he was all shaking from nervousness.
"G-Good morning, M-Mr... Gulp! Reed. How might I help you today?"
"I need to use the men’s room," Elian replied curtly.
Hearing the mundane reply, everyone grew astonished.
"I understand. It’s the second door out back. I-I hope it’s to your liking," the staff revealed with a bow.
Elian chuckled when he saw the middle-aged man frantically spout whatever nonsense he thought was respectful. It was common for those overwhelmed by their situation. To the current masses, just meeting Elian already had that kind of effect.
It was unbelievable even though the Tyrant could understand it.
He said nothing and walked toward the back room. Those he encountered all gave way and stuck close to the walls, both men and women alike. Like prey, none of them wanted to even look him in the eye.
When he entered the men’s room, a young boy and his father were about to get out.
"E-ek! DAD! IT’S THE FLAG GUY! HE IS REAL! HE—MMMPH!"
"TYLER! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" The father quickly covered his son’s mouth and bowed his head, "Forgive him, Mr. Reed. He does not mean any offense."
The man then quickly ducked and left with his child. It was only now that Elian remembered.
"Oh, right. I remember the flag thing. I wonder if the man is still there?"
Although he grew curious, he didn’t really care much. Elian entered, and just like outside, the men quickly ran out, trembling.
When he was the only person left in the men’s room, he looked in the mirror and called out.
"System, add a new face for Charade."
[Affirmative, what should this mode be called?]
Elian then changed his face to revert to the one he had used to enter the city. His build grew smaller, he lost his perfect muscles, and his hair turned black. His eyes, nose, and jaw also changed slightly. Combined, this appearance looked nothing like Elian Reed.
"Call it Lucian Alvestra."
Naturally, the persona included his voice.
[Understood. Mode Lucian Alvestra created.]
As Lucian looked younger than Elian, he also changed his outfit.
The Tyrant turned the Living Metal trench coat into a bodysuit and pulled out some spare shirts and pants from his magic bag. A blue knapsack and a face mask completed his look.
After he changed, Elian tried to leave silently.
When he did, he saw the large number of people anxiously waiting outside. One of them quickly grabbed him by the arms and asked in trepidation.
"Boy, is Elian Reed still there? Where were you? Did he ask you anything? What did you talk about?"
Elian couldn’t even answer everything before the other people similarly barraged him with questions.
Some still had a lick of sense like if "Elian Reed looked like he needed anything?". While others were just plain weird, such as, "Which stall did Elian Reed use to take a crap?"
These people are insane, Elian thought, unable to hold back his disbelief.
After he answered as best as he could, the crowd finally let Elian go. But they didn’t leave and continued to wait for "Elian Reed" to exit the men’s room.
"Why is he taking so long? Do you think he is doing some important stuff there?"
"He might just be taking a crap, you know?"
Chuckling to himself, Lucian ignored the people and left.
Good thing I can change my appearance. Otherwise, it would be impossible to leave without anyone seeing me.
The moment he left the store, he saw several onlookers from the other buildings. All of them were watching the shop he had just left like a hawk. A reporter with her cameraman quickly approached him.
"Hey, you just left that store, right? Did you get a chance to speak to or observe Elian Reed?"
Lucian could only roll his eyes as he tried his best to feign interest.
"Ah! I did. I was just using the bathroom when he entered! Could you believe it? It was Elian Reed in the flesh!"
The reporter beamed at Elian’s fake reply.
"Oh! That’s great! Do you mind if we ask a few questions? What did he do in the men’s room? Did he wipe his hands, smoke, or do his hair? Give me anything, the juicy stuff. Do you mind? I will even pay you! And you get to appear on TV!"
These people can’t be serious, right?
"Sure. I guess."
"Great! Come on, Steve. Get rolling, we good?— okay! Hello everyone, this is Kate Summers for Channel 9 News. With me right now is a local who met the mysterious Hero of Crestfall City, Elian Reed."
Elian could only groan as he was forced to recount his time in the men’s room on live television.