Mystica: Reincarnated Into A Novel As A Villain With 3x Reward System
Chapter 38: Second World War [01]

Chapter 38: Second World War [01]

The room tensed.

Guards rushed forward, their swords gleaming under the dim light. Some professors, skilled in combat, raised their hands, ready to strike with magic.

"It is useless." Dareth’s voice was calm but carried undeniable authority.

One of the professors came forward, his voice firm but tremulous. "Who are you?"

Dareth’s head cocked slightly. "The one giving you a choice."

The room was quiet.

"If you accept this agreement, there will be no war." His tone was steady, almost indifferent.

But as soon as he said the word "war," panic broke out.

"War?" One of the governors muttered.

Another gasped, "Hell no... You’re with the Velnoctene!"

Expressions changed. Their eyes filled with fear.

Dareth chuckled quietly to himself. "Yes, I am Velnoctene. So let’s not waste time." Even though he spoke in a calm tone, the weight of what he said weighed down the room like an impending storm.

He moved forward a step. "The agreement is simple—hand over Lioren Varkhali to us, and there will be no war."

The professors whispered to one another and exchanged uncomfortable looks.

At last, one of them recognized the name and said, "Lioren? He’s just an academy student..."

"What do you want from him?" another professor asked, his suspicion clear.

Under his mask, Dareth’s eyes shone brightly. "Lioren Varkhali is the key to reviving our families. He possesses the power we need. If you simply hand him over, we will have no reason to fight."

In the room, tension was high. The governors were on the verge of accepting the offer—until the president of the academy stood up.

"We won’t." His voice was firm. "When he says families, he means the Velnoctene itself. If we give up Lioren, we allow a new threat to rise. Why stop one war only to create another? It’s better to lose a few lives than risk the entire world."

With magic fluttering in his hands, he took a step forward and prepared to attack.

Dareth let out a sigh. "Well then... your choice."

His voice darkened.

"I hereby declare the Second Great World War."

Without warning—he vanished.

Reappeared behind the leader of the nation.

A single strike.

The leader gasped, blood spilling from his mouth.

Before anyone could react—Dareth was gone again.

The room erupted into chaos.

It had been only a day since Dareth declared war, yet the world had already fallen into chaos.

Speculation about the leader’s murder, the approaching conflict, and—above all—the discovery that Lioren Varkhali held the secret to the Velnoctene bloodline’s resuscitation spread like wildfire. The world was powerless with that knowledge. They had to keep Lioren safe if they hoped to stop Velnoctene from coming back.

However, how could they combat a foe that flourished in the shadows?

In Dravarnia, the second-largest country and the closest ally of Virelthh, warriors from every nation—academy students, elite mages, professors, knights, and battle-hardened mercenaries—gathered with uncertainty hanging over them.

The meeting place was a huge, open field that stretched as far as the eye could see. One hundred thousand warriors stood ready, their armor gleaming under the overcast sky. The strongest stood at the front, preparing to speak—ready to lead.

The world braced itself. The war had begun.

***

A ritual was taking place far from Dravarnia, deep in a forgotten, dark cave.

The air crackled with an ancient, forbidden energy. Candles flickered wildly, casting distorted shadows along the jagged walls.

At the center of the ritual lay a single, lifeless body, with long hairs...

Then—

A pulse.

A glow.

The body shifted.

And then—it changed.

The Dravarnian leader stepped forward, his voice like a blade piercing the quiet.

"We stand here today not just as warriors, but as protectors of everything we hold dear—our families, our homes, our future."

His gaze swept over the sea of warriors before him. Their hearts were full of fear and determination, their fists clenched, their armor shining in the heavy clouds.

"The enemy seeks to rewrite history. They wish to bring back a bloodline that once turned our world into a battlefield of chaos and death. We cannot allow that to happen."

He spoke with unwavering conviction.

"This is more than a war. This is a battle for the soul of our world. A battle for the right to live freely, without fear, without the chains of the past binding us to a future of darkness."

He raised his fist.

"We will not falter. We will not bow. We will push beyond our limits, fight until our last breath, and ensure that our sacrifices mean something!"

A long inhale.

"This war will test us. It will break us. But if we stand together—if we fight with all we have—we will not lose!"

The leader’s voice grew sharper, his eyes filled with a grim warning.

"And the most important thing—do not underestimate the Velnoctenes."

The crowd fell into a thick silence.

"They are far stronger than we expect. Stronger than any foe we’ve ever faced. They move in shadows, strike without warning, and when they do—"entire armies fall."

Through the open field a gust of wind howled. The atmosphere was oppressively tense.

"They can appear at any moment. Any second. You must be ready. You must not waver."

His voice rose, booming across the battlefield.

"Our warriors rise!"

The audience let out a roar.

"Our warriors stand!"

Their voices shook the earth.

"Our warriors rage!"

Fists slammed against armor. Weapons were raised high.

"Our warriors fight!"

A wave of battle cries erupted, filled with fury, with determination, with the unbreakable will to survive.

"Our warriors fight!"

The sound was deafening.

"OUR WARRIORS FIGHT!"

The warriors roared. The air shook with their battle cries.

But the warriors were unaware... something was already happening around them.

The air grew thick. Like a creeping storm, a strange, dark smog spread from all sides and rippled across the vast field. Within it, energy pulsed—living, changing, twisting.

And then, from the mist, they emerged.

The Nine-Eyed Tyrants.

They were tall, hideous creatures of various enormous proportions, with nine luminous eyes that blazed like red stars. The ground shook just by their presence as their enormous forms moved with an unearthly grace.

The warriors felt a surge of uneasiness.

Then a lone figure emerged, floating in the sky far above them.

The wind caused a long Velnoctene cloak to billow. His face was hidden behind a mask.

He stood there, watching. Waiting.....