World's Strongest Became the Game's Weakest Villain

I didn't let go of my smirk and maintained eye-contact with her. She finally gave up, shook her head, and looked at the other students.

How interesting.

I leaned to my side and tapped on Albert's desk.

"Albert," I called.

"What? Was she just looking at you or something?"

"Wasn't she?" I asked. "Pretty, ain't she? Do you think I should hit on her. Ask her for coffee."

A tumbling sound rang out as Albert's desk fell to the front.

The man stood upright and looked at me.

"W-what...? What happened to you?"

"What... did you say?"

We were attracting a lot of attention. I pulled his arm and made him lower his head.

"What's the big deal? I just asked about getting coffee. Stop it."

"No, before that." Albert's eyes trembled in shock. It was a strange sight on his handsome face.

"What? She's pretty?"

Albert's jaw dropped.

"Yujin Han..."

What was that...?

"Did you just... fucking see a person?"

"Did you just… fucking see a person?"

I… what…

"Hey!" A loud scream resounded in the room as a gentle ache spread through my head.

"What are you guys doing? I've let go once because its the first day but you're getting on a teacher's nerves—"

Like waves slightly darkening lines of sand, the ache flowed into my head. My teeth clenched on their own.

"This is an emergency, teacher. For all I know this guy could be dying!"

"H-hey, Albert. What are you talking about."

"D-dying!? What drama are you cooking here?"

No, it felt like a receding pain had returned. As if an ebbed wave was scurrying back. The fog of the salts, the crashing of the water. Slowly, surely, the pain became a looming crest that towered over my entire head.

Thoughts were spilled out of my mind. I immediately grabbed onto my skull and crouched in pain.

"Lord Eugene!"

"Young master!"

Even the teacher had no option but to cave under this pressure. Albert placed his hands on my shoulders and screamed. "Yujin! Yujin Han!"

And with each of his screams, another part of my head throbbed. It was a faint yet certain pain.

"Fuck. Yujin…" Albert continued speaking. "Someone… Ah…"

Was seeing strange? No… wasn't it strange?

I couldn't tell. I couldn't tell at all. But I could tell one thing, every time Albert called out a name… my name… the pain spread further and further.

Partners… my eyes immediately moved toward my palm.

The brand that marked my link with Titania was dull. It was definitely duller than usual.

Sitting atop it, a single fairy smiled. Her smile like the blooming of flowers.

"It seems my contract is ending now, Eugy."

"What are you…" My hand stumbled ahead and the desk I was at tripped over. I got on my feet as a group gathered around me, but I couldn't notice it. The fairy… she was slowly fading away, but her smile never left.

"What a shame… I expected more…" she muttered.

What? What ended?

Who was she expecting things from?

As if the gates of a dam called the mind had been opened, all my thoughts and memories were flooding out. Or were they filling me up? I couldn't tell. I couldn't tell anything in this intense pain through my chest.

I was being asked to sit down, but I couldn't.

The voice of everyone around me was merging together before turning into a monotone, loud, beep. The pain spreading through my head filled my entire body, aching my every vein, my every bone, and then.

"Which bitch touched my property?"

My chin was pulled up.

At the back of the room was a heaving Albert.

As my gaze shifted further up, I saw a fluttering veil and locks of white hair.

My heart started pounding. As if a drum parade was ringing out in my chest, my heart throbbed loud enough to even displace my ribs. A gasp left me as my vision blurred.

On its own, my hand moved toward the veil.

"Lethe—"

—SLAP!

A loud banging resounded in the room. My face was shoved to the side.

Everyone hissed and reeled back as a burning sensation spread through my cheek.

"Don't touch me. You're not my wife."

Those words made my chest hurt even more. The pounding of my chest drowned away the pain of my headache.

"Hey, Ms. Teacher."

"Lady Acacia, what is it?"

"This person here is my to-be spouse, as his familyI should be able to take him away, right?"

"Sure. He needs to go to a doctor anyway."

The sounds were slowly dying out too, only the sound of my chest remained. A resistance. Against myself.

The floodgates seemed to be closing. Did my 'self' stop flowing out, or did it stop barging in, I couldn't tell.

"I-I'll go too! You can't take him alone!"

"Hm, Albert, you said? Ms. Teacher, I'll take that kid too."

"Wait, me too."

"Now, why are all of you popping out like moles?"

"He's strong, uh… whatever your name was. If there's a fight we'll need him."

"Ms. Teacher."

"Yeah, take whoever you want. Just get that kid to a doctor first."

I was suddenly pulled by my collars.

The pounding in my chest shook my very being, my balance falling. I felt as if my body was made of dominoes that always knocked the next bit over, but never truly fell down.

"Hey! Who even are you guys!?"

"Yeah, if there's any relatives here, it's us! Tell them, Miss Lily!"

"Tsk. I am already in a foul mood. Just shut up and sit back down, I am not taking anyone else."

Two more sets of footsteps rang as I was pulled down the class and out the door, the protests of familiar voices slowly turned unrecognizable.

As the door of the class was shut close, the pounding in my chest filled over every last inch of my body. From the tips of my fingers to edge of my hair. From the depths of my chest to the surface of my skin. Every last bit was filled with this sound.

And then, I opened my eyes again.

Blur.

It was all a blur.

The face of the redhead was a blur. The face of the bruno was a blur.

And then, the fluttering veils. The fluttering veils that enthralled my chest entered my sight.

I put strength in my hand and grasped the wrist pulled my along.

"Lethe, let go…"

The wrist trembled. Slightly, every so slightly.

She was scared, huh.

It wasn't a reunion I wanted.

"You're normal…"

"Yeah, not yet," I answered. My brows furrowed, their faces zoomed in and out over and over, again and again as I did my best to keep myself at bay. "I need to see."

I had to see myself.

"Yujin…"

I pushed myself up straight, and leaning against the wall, I rushed ahead. Lethe tried to support me, but I didn't let her. In a go, I ran straight to the men's room at the edge of the passageway and dived inside.

"Yujin!"

"H-hey!"

I ignored the voices and ran to the sink.

My hand's leaned weakly against the granite as my eyes fell on the mirror.

"Hah…"

There.

There it was.

Short white hair, neatly pomaded to the side.

A face without any scars, a chest thin yet manly.

A hand full of fingers.

And a smirk.

A smirk selling weakness.

"hahaha…" A laugh left me on its own.

So that's what it was.

The doors swung open as the three followers came behind me.

"Yujin—"

"Leave."

"What…?"

"LEAVE." I said, putting a lot of strength in my voice. "This is my battle. I'll fight it on my own."

"What are you talking about—"

A hand grabbed both Luka and Albert as they were pulled out.

I heard a soft smirk as the door slowly began to close.

"Let's reunite properly in a while."

I looked at the mirror again.

So this is what was happening.

"Eugene Hall…"

You were trying to take me down.

***

"Yujin Han cannot see…"

"What was that?" Lethe, leaning against a wall, posed the question at Albert's sudden mutterings.

"Can't see? Like, he's blind?" Luka asked. Why he was here, he wasn't sure. But he had to witness this enemy of his with his own eyes.

"No. He just… can't see faces." Albert continued, his voice almost helpless. "No medicine, no treatment, no therapy, no machine, no skill, no hospital, no magic, no spell… no blessing… no curse…"

His voice choked.

"Nothing could ever fix him. No matter what. He can't see."

"That's…" Lethe suddenly spoke up. "That's not correct. He told me he could see when he kissed me."

"Kiss!" Luka screamed.

"No…"

Albert's voice croaked.

"Then…"

A sudden realization filled him as he frowned.

Yujin Han could not see. It was a fact determined by science.

But Eugene Hall could.

"I told that bastard…"

To not be influenced by the other from the start.

From the start.

He was slowly becoming Eugene Hall