I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess
Chapter 327 - 327: Counting Blows?

BAM.

The two engaged in a fierce fist fight that further taxed their stamina. Blow after blow, punch after punch, each blow left the other significantly injured and weakened.

Lillian slammed her fist into the side of the scrawny man's head, causing him to take a step back as dizziness washed over him.

Lillian grinned at this.

'18 more left—'

BAM.

Thalrek struck the side of Lillian's head, causing her to stumble to the side, her vision blurring and swirling as a nauseating vertigo slammed into her like a truck.

The area where Thalrek had struck her flowed with blood, seeping through the gap in her mask and over her left eyelids.

'Damn it... It got reset again!'

She gritted her teeth and steadied herself before shooting her fist forward and crashing it against the side of his head.

Although her blows were far weaker due to the effects of the chainmail gauntlets, she had something that Thalrek didn't.

The element that embodied the Parasitic concept.

With each blow she landed, she each strike she landed, she was leeching off of the man's stamina and vitality. If the two of them kept this up, this battle of endurance, she would eventually win!

The two carried on for who knows how long. And it was at this point that the two were nearing their limits.

And no matter how stubborn and prideful Thalrek was, he knew this as well. He knew the body he was occupying was struggling to keep up.

He wasn't sure why... But ever since he endured the attack that left a hole through his lower back, he felt something off... Like something was eating him from the inside.

Lillian, who was focused on his face, noticed his expression of uncomfort. And she knew the reason why.

It was because the moment she had driven through his body, she had expelled parasitic waters within his body, which would constantly weaken him.

BAM.

Thalrek grunted as another blow struck his body. Although it didn't hurt, it did throw him off his balance, which he was desperately trying to keep steady.

Clenching his jaw, he threw a left hook that shot towards Lillian like a hawk.

However, in that instance, his fist crashed into a cloak with sharp needles. He grunted as he felt the spike sink into the flesh of his biological arm.

Pulling his arm back, he spun around, whipping his leg out and sweeping it towards Lillian's left side.

Lillian pushed her left arm from under her cloak and blocked the kick, feeling the bone in her forearm screech and numb from the attack.

However, that wasn't going to stop her.

She was going to rein in victory, no matter what.

With the move of a certain Assassin stuck in her mind, she wrapped her left arm around the Puppeteer's leg before twisting around.

Clutching the leg with her other hand, she threw the scrawny man over her shoulder and slammed him to the ground.

Right before Thalrek could get back up, Lillian pounced onto his back and back to shower, hammering blows to the back of his head.

From one to five to ten to fifteen. She had gone on to land exactly 19 blows to the back of Thalrek's head, which had a metal sheen to it.

Her knuckles had gone completely white and were covered in dried blood. She was in a constant state of recovery and loss.

As the thought that she needed one more blow to unseal the gauntlets flowed through her mind, so did the heart-wrenching premonition of being interrupted again.

And that...

BAM!

Never came to pass.

Thalrek, who was struggling under Lillian's weight and failing to regain control over his muscles, finally decided to throw Lillian off his back by summoning strings that wrapped around her body.

And once he finally got up, he quickly shielded his eyes as a blinding light shot across the room, staining it in its brilliance.

Using his mechanical eye, Thalrek found Lillian at the centre of the radiance and was seemingly... Wearing it.

The light made Lillian seem as though she were some being bestowed with power to exact judgment on him. But he knew better than something like that; he had seen this exact same scene before.

His eyes trembled in shock. He scratched at his rough throat in irritation before yelling:

"HOW!?"

Could it be that he had fallen into Lillian's trap? Could it be that the fistfight they just had was all that was needed to unlock her gauntlets? How could he be so foolish!

Where did his paranoia go? Where did his meticulous planning go?!

He, who was able to plan devastating attacks on two of the most prestigious academies, hadn't anticipated this?

He had hired goons, filthy gang members, to infiltrate Louis Mana Academy to figure out the exact geography of the realm.

He had convinced, stolen, and backstabbed to get his hands on military artillery and weapons.

He even managed to lure the Starbringer into a false sense of security before kidnapping and having someone use him to create a false clone!

Where had all his intelligence gone?! Where had all the intelligence that had been able to make this possible gone?!

Was there some mysterious and magical force acting against him from the sidelines?

Biting his bottom lip until it bled, he raised his right arm, transforming it into its railgun form before charging it up.

However, right as the light died down, the blurred mask of Lillian's face suddenly appeared before him, leaning in with malevolent intent.

Lillian, who had just used the teleportation enchantment on her boots, appeared before the Puppeteer before stabbing her sword through his chest once again, causing another blinding light to erupt.

"And that's the last stab..." She quietly muttered as the light quickly faded.

She yanked the sword out from the Puppeteer's chest, who stumbled back and stitched up his wounds again. It was at this point that anyone who was face-to-face against the Thalrek would be annoyed and infuriated.

But not Lillian.

The chainmail gauntlets that she wore around her hands had now melted with their links, now forming into actual gauntlets. This chapter was uploaded by the team at NovelFire.

They were made of a black crystalline material similar to obsidian and had golden runes wrapped around their wrists, almost like it was a golden chain bracelet.

The surface of her gauntlet was smooth, reflective, and alluring to look at.

She glanced down at her palms, finding them to be made of a greyish black leather that had a subtle gold veiny appearance.

She then took a look at the tips of her fingers, finding them sharp and jagged.

Her chainmail gauntlets had transformed into obsidian clawed gauntlets.

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[Item Name: Regular's Last Grasp]

[Item Type: Armour]

[Item Grade: B]

[Item Rank: 4]

[Item Description: A talented craftsman from an ancient nation of innovation crafted this specific weapon with the partial corpse of Regular, a fearsome Great Gore whose body was fractured into countless parts.

This would later form the Regular Series of weapons—this gauntlet being one of them to represent the grasp of the monster's lasting memories.]

[Enchantments: Rememberance, Clutch Instinct, Attack Boost, Curse Resistance]

[Rememberance: Able to completely copy the Combat Arts of someone you have fought previously in battle. Can only be used once per day. Effects last for 10 minutes.]

[Clutch Instinct: Once your body has suffered a life-ending amount of damage, the gauntlets will seize control and enter a berserk state until the enemy has been eliminated or you have regained enough vitality.]

[Attack Boost: Each physical attack you cause will be passively increased by 25%.]

[Curse Resistance: You are resistant to any form of direct misfortune placed upon you that takes the form of a curse.]

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She then grasped her shortsword that had also undergone a drastic change in appearance.