I Reincarnated as a Noble Bastard, So I'm Seducing All the Villainess
Chapter 33: Getting Beaten by the Devil

Chapter 33: Getting Beaten by the Devil

Honestly, I should go to therapy and learn how to calm down. Doing whatever I feel like is gonna put a rope around my neck someday, and this future is very probable looking at the slaves I just freed who have no idea what to do or where to go.

None of them must have received a good deed in their lives, so I’m not surprised they’re stunned right now. Worse yet, I know that damn Lord is nearby, when the flames start to grow and engulf the auction hall, he’ll notice and intervene.

"Come on, bunch of fuckers!" I yelled at the stunned people still in the cells. "Come on out! Do you need a slap to the head to understand what’s happening?! Do you prefer to stay here waiting for the ceiling to collapse or for that bastard Lord to get you?! Move, move!"

This isn’t the time for pretty words of encouragement. The situation is fucked up, but leaving them rotting there paralyzed by shock is too complicated for my head.

One by one, the demi-humans came out of their cells, starting with the draconians who still glared at me as they stepped out. Then, some cat-eared girls and old men with puppy eyes followed suit.

I took a deep breath, trying to maintain composure in this situation.

"Ravenna, take these guys ahead. I’ll follow later."

The witch immediately frowned and grabbed my arm.

"You... and how are you going to get out of here, you retard? You don’t know your way around the Scorn and have no idea how to find the tunnels!"

"I’ll manage, I always do."

I pulled my arm away forcefully, freeing myself from her grip, and grabbed a dagger from the dark elf’s belongings. It’ll serve it’s purpose.

"Hey, idiots, if anyone can help each other, do it. I don’t want to see anyone slacking off. My soul is already hanging in the balance to save everyone. If someone peep, I swear I’ll rip out every single one of your throats when I come back from the dead!"

With that, I walked off with a cocky swagger, twirling the keys. Several footsteps echoed behind me, but I didn’t dare look back to avoid Ravenna’s glare.

Hah. Still, I need to at least create a big enough distraction. The people of the Scorn are too dumb to avoid security and let people roam so freely.

Along with the slaves, there were also exotic specimens and beasts locked up. I can’t take them with me, as that will probably either kill us all or cause a huge problem... but they can be released release to the owners who paid a fat penny for them.

The dagger served as a lever to force open the locks of the cages I couldn’t open.

One of them gave way with a loud clank for my liking, and the creature inside, a kind of wolf with two pairs of eyes and fangs very similar to a spider’s, stared at me with its head down, not advancing. Seriously, I’m going to die here any moment because of this idiocy.

Just get out of the way, Darius, let him do what he wants. I moved to the next cell and did the same thing, but not before looking back and saying loudly to the spider-wolf:

"Go on, big guy. The world is yours."

With that, the monster burst out of its prison like a starving beast, fortunately leaving me intact in the process.

The other cells were more complicated. One of the monsters looked like a feline chimera covered in golden scales, with a scorpion’s tail and an "I’m going to turn you into soup" look in its eyes. It only didn’t attack me immediately because it was injured and hungry.

That should be enough for it to focus on anyone who smelled of noble or fresh blood. Neither of those things was in short supply out there.

As I opened the next cell, which held a creature that was half-crab, half-gorilla, muffled explosions echoed from the hall.

Ravenna wasn’t content with just one fireball... What a wonderful and potentially psychotic woman, totally my type.

The smoke was no longer confined to the exterior and invaded this cell area. If I delay for too long, If I take too long, I’ll become the next human roasted in this mess.

I laughed to myself and break another cage, this one containing a type of enormous bird with a serrated beak and feathers that looked like black glass. It leaped out, spread its wings, and let out a shriek that rattled my kidneys.

"That’s it, perfect! Go show the audience that the auction is now a live event!"

From the distant noise of things falling in heaps and also pieces of the ceiling collapsing, it seemed someone tried to lock the doors... or everything just started to fall apart in this situation. A desperate crowd, trapped inside a burning room, with monsters loose and slaves escaping.

Know what’s missing?

Oh, right. Me doing something truly stupid.

I heard heavy footsteps on the wood, and worse, it wasn’t many people, but just one. There was still a terrible aura in the air, the kind where someone hates you more than anything.

Son of a bitch.

There’s no point in hiding anymore, because it would be irrelevant to a devil about to rip out my heart. After opening the last cell with a bunch of blood-sucking little birds, I turned back, and Lord Karthak graced me with a pair of flaming eyes.

A good day to you too.

"I knew Darius Moonlight was a huge burden on the Moonlight family these days, but I wouldn’t have thought to find him here... messing up my business."

"It’s not my fault you don’t invest your money in security."

I gave that smug half-smile, shrugging and tilting my head back in the most carefree pose manageable. By now, I doubt anyone from the Liberatarians has time to see us in this godforsaken place.

It’s even poetic. While everything burns in the background, I face the devil in the flesh, about to claim my soul for damages caused to property. Is there anything more capitalist than that?

"I guess... I don’t need to overthink the terms to compensate for what you did, Mister Moonlight."

"Wow, even here you talk like a suit? You’re the epitome of money, please. I even feel disgusted hearing ’Mister Moonlight’ from your snake tongue... Come on, you bastard, I know what you want."

I launch a magnificent middle finger.

The way Lord Karthak’s face literally distorted into the most hideous thing possible would been funny if I weren’t about to be incinerated.

He conjured flames in both arms, to the point where his pretty suit burned in the process, leaving nothing but ashes in the air.

I already ducked to dodge a fiery blast about to hit my beautiful face. The boxes behind me exploded on impact, shrinking the size of the arena... obviously, with my horrible physique and zero combat skills, I couldn’t even keep up, it was already hard to dodge the magic coming from all sides.

What a shitty choice to trade your life for others, Darius, that’s what you get for being the hero of the story.

A leap saved my head from being crushed by the Lord’s fist. My lungs were already about to explode just from this brief skirmish, while the dagger barely had any reach and certainly couldn’t cause any significant damage to the boogeyman’s scaly skin.

I could last one or two more rounds, but after that, it was over for me.

The bastard laughed. Yeah, that suits you, damn devil.

Every step he took towards me made the floor crackle and smoke. The pressure in my chest was unbearable, I no longer knew if it was the fire or the dread or just my lungs begging for mercy.

He moved straight ahead, pointing those damned polished horns to impale me. I forced myself to roll to the side, swallowing dust and soot.

The dagger sliced through the air as I moved, but still, it was too far, the attack would never reach in a million years. I tried to get up, but my knee buckled. Damn, I can’t move!

Karthak stopped before me, showing that villainous "I won" smile, just like any good cartoon villain. He raised his fist high, but it looked more like he was preparing the final blow as if he were ending a business meeting.

"Last words?"

"Your suit is super tacky."

The fist flew towards me. Of all the possible times, my mind just went blank. I didn’t think about anything, not even my life flashed before my eyes... I could only remember that unfortunately I missed the chance to have good sex again.

Yeah, of all the things to think about before death, I thought about sex.

...

I already closed my eyes, but why the hell nothing happened? Was this the afterlife already? I slowly opened my pupils, only to see a scaly fist inches from reaching my face. Lord Karthak, instead of gloating with my head torn off, was literally lifted into the air with his chest pierced by a spear.

The demon still moved, but a toss of the spear to the side ensured he was at least four walls away. What the hell just happened?

Before me, there was a guy covered in scars with his hand extended. This guy, who, when I found him in the cell, had dead eyes, now showed them shining so intensely they would blind anyone.

It was Victorian, the very guy I bought minutes ago, now saving my ass from becoming an artisanal bag!

I just wished... I had a little more consciousness left to thank him, but apparently, I can’t even handle a small fight against a strong monster like average protagonists... What a pain.