Reincarnated as a Novel's Villain: Creator of Curses and Blessings-Chapter 55: Then my body will belong to you, bastard

Hector smirked as he slowly slid his sword back into its sheath. He then glanced at Violet, who was kneeling on the ground, not daring to look up.

He could already imagine the disbelief on her face. After all, she had just lost—pathetically.

The first daughter of a great Clan, someone who was supposed to be a swordsmanship genius, and yet she lost to a nobody... a nameless guy.

Even if she tried to excuse it with her own words, it didn’t help. It only made her look more pathetic than ever.

She knew that even if they had fought fairly, she wasn’t sure she could beat Hector.

Hector’s swordsmanship was on another level. And the fact that she had always believed herself to be at the peak of swordsmanship... It made her sick.

(How pathetic you are, Violet.) She smiled bitterly to herself.

Hector had already forced her back two steps, and as she had judged from the start, she had already lost.

Hector didn’t blame her. After all, the existence of someone with swordsmanship equal to hers should have been impossible.

Yet, with Hector, impossibility always turned into possibility. He simply adapted to her swordsmanship—and surpassed it.

On top of that, she had shot herself in the foot by restraining herself with rules. She was still young, after all. She might have simply made a mistake.

That was why he always kept a low profile—it kept enemies off guard.

"Don’t get discouraged. Swordsmanship isn’t the only thing that decides who survives in battle. No one is best at everything. I’m just lucky to have something I’m better at than you."

(She must be shocked. Guess next time, she’ll never show favor to anyone.)

"Again! Please! Fight me again. I’ll... fulfill another wish of yours." Violet clenched her fist, gazing at Hector with a pleading look.

She could lose in other aspects, but swordsmanship was the one thing she was most proud of. Everything Hector had just said wasn’t comforting—it was a denial of her life itself.

Hector smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets as he spoke.

"Keep your dignity, Madam. I only need a single wish. No more, no less."

She pursed her red lips.

"I’ll keep bothering you until you agree to fight me again. Even after we leave this world."

Hector chuckled as he looked at her determined yet beautiful face. He could tell she would never take her words back. She would keep going until he agreed.

But that was fine. He had formed a connection she would never want to break.

(I wonder what her expression will be when she finds out my true identity.)

"I’ll wait. But if you lose next time, you must pay me with your body. That’s my wish."

Violet frowned, trying to hide her seductive figure, glaring at him like a cat facing a predator.

She didn’t expect Hector to be so brazen and despicable. She had been wrong to think he was a gentle man.

"If that’s the case, I’ll kill myself. Then my body will belong to you, bastard."

Hector shrugged and chuckled.

"You have dirty thoughts, madam. Now then, let’s hear my first wish."

***

Just like that, two days passed. After analyzing all the encoded information, the Lion Legion began marching toward the demon fortress.

Hector guided his troops behind the others.

During this time, Hector quickly found his partner from the academy thanks to Roy’s name.

Roy walked up beside Hector and spoke.

"I didn’t expect you to obtain a position in the legion. It’s quite dangerous. Special units always face terrifying situations."

Hector nodded and glanced at Roy.

"It’s fine."

Roy then strode ahead and grumbled.

"There’s something I have to ask. Is your name cursed? Ever since I started using your name in the legion, I’ve been running into big trouble."

Hector frowned. But when he thought about his curse, he could only sigh.

(Indeed, that fucking god even cursed my name.)

He replied,

"You could say that."

***

Even if the demons had known their information was stolen, it wouldn’t be a big problem. They couldn’t change the structure of the fortress, and reinforcements wouldn’t arrive in time.

Time was crucial.

After one day, they arrived at the demon fortress. As expected, the battle quickly tilted in the Lion Legion’s favor thanks to Hector’s information.

Well, most of the core forces in the fortress had already fled, leaving the place nearly empty.

It seemed they knew there was no way to confront the Lion Legion.

[Title]: The blasphemer of the god

[Name]: Hector Jenkins

[Age]: 17

[Mana Core Color]: Green

[Count mana cores]:5–[800/4000]

[Innate Stats]

Mana core potential: Green

Strength: D+

Agility: D+

Vitality: C

Charm: F-

Luck: G-

[Blessing]:[Divine Mimicry][Divine Transmutation][Aharok][Swordcraft of Infinite Evolution][Dance of Shadow][Ironhide Combat Art][Eyes of the Predator][Mana Reversal Art][Physical Cleansing][Sexual Arts][Berserk Bloodline][Clone Illusion]

[Curse]: [Blasphemer’s Burden] [The Destined Death of the Blasphemer][ Blood of predator][The Hands of the Killer Chef]

[Color Slot]:[ Bloodstone] [Deadshot Sword][Armor of the Fallen Royal Knight]

—

Hector gazed at the system screen while sitting on a pile of corpses from the demons he had just slaughtered.

(If I want to reach six mana cores, I’ll have to kill a lot more demons. That means I need battles on a much larger scale.)

Hector nodded and slid down from the corpse pile. Then he glanced at Violet from afar.

(She’s still at nine mana cores? That makes sense. Reaching a blue mana core requires an enormous amount of mana cores.)

For some reason, Violet looked back at him as well. She sent him a seductive smile and waved in greeting.

At once, many men turned their eyes toward Hector, their gazes filled with hostility and jealousy.

"What the fuck is that bastard? How could he attract my lady?" a soldier grumbled.

Another frowned.

"I’ll deal with him later. I won’t allow any man to get close to my lady if he doesn’t deserve it."

...

Hector frowned.

(Tch. She really is a fox. She’s using those lustful men to stir up trouble for me.)