Villain With The Absolute Evil Sytem
Chapter 33 : Here I am

Chapter 33: Chapter 33 : Here I am

Michael leaped through the shattered window without hesitation, his body surging with electricity as he shot after Lumian. The air outside was cold, but the fury burning in his chest was hotter than anything he had ever felt. His fingers crackled with raw energy, his thoughts singular in focus.

Catch him. Catch him, ask him why and make him pay.

The city lights were still dark from his earlier blast, but that didn’t slow Lumian down. The bastard moved with unnatural speed, weaving through the shadows like he belonged there.

Michael clenched his jaw and pushed harder, sparks flying from his heels as he gained on him.

"LUMIAN!" he roared.

Lumian didn’t stop. Didn’t even look back. Instead, he laughed, the sound mocking and effortless.

Michael lunged forward, electricity surging from his palm as he reached for Lumian’s shoulder. But just before he could grab him—

Lumian vanished.

Michael’s eyes widened as his hand closed around empty air.

What?

A sharp whistle came from above.

Michael snapped his head up.

Lumian was perched atop a streetlamp, grinning down at him. His black coat fluttered in the night breeze, his posture casual—like he hadn’t just led Michael on a chase through the city.

"Too slow," Lumian taunted, tilting his head. "You’re getting rusty, Michael. I expected more from the ’Lightning Hero.’ Voltstrike"

Michael’s fists clenched. Sparks crackled up his arms, illuminating the darkness.

"Get down here and fight me."

Lumian smirked. "I will. But not here."

And then he jumped.

Michael darted after him, chasing Lumian across the rooftops. They moved like shadows in the night—one was a streak of electric rage, the other a sinister whisper of ghostly grace.

Michael lashed out with a bolt of lightning, aiming for Lumian’s legs to trip him up. But Lumian dodged with unnatural ease, twisting in midair before landing effortlessly on the next rooftop.

"Won’t work twice," Lumian quipped

Michael gritted his teeth.

Lumian was toying with him.

Not for long.

Michael forced his energy to concentrate, letting it surge into his legs. Then—

BOOM.

He exploded forward, closing the gap between them in an instant.

Lumian’s smirk faltered.

Michael tackled him mid-air.

They crashed onto the next rooftop, rolling over each other in a violent tumble. Michael landed on top, his hands grabbing Lumian’s collar, pinning him down.

"Enough running," he snarled.

Lumian grinned through bloody teeth. "There he is."

Michael didn’t hesitate. His fingers sparked, lightning arcing between them, ready to unleash hell.

But then—

Lumian moved.

His knee shot up, slamming into Michael’s gut. The impact was brutal, forcing the air from his lungs.

Michael’s grip loosened for a fraction of a second—

And that was all Lumian needed.

With inhuman speed, he twisted free, shoving Michael off.

Michael skidded back, barely catching himself before he fell off the edge of the building.

He looked up, rage burning in his eyes. "What the hell are you?"

Lumian exhaled, brushing dust from his coat. His expression was calm, but there was something wild behind his gaze. Something unhinged.

"You want answers?" he said.

Michael’s fists crackled. "I want your head."

Lumian chuckled. "Then keep up."

And then—

He jumped.

Michael’s breath caught as he watched Lumian plunge off the rooftop, disappearing into the darkness below.

For a second, all Michael could hear was the wind.

Then—

THUD.

Lumian landed somewhere deep in the city’s underground alleyways.

Michael narrowed his eyes.

He was luring him.

Fine.

Michael jumped.

Meanwhile...

Angela lay on the ruined apartment floor, her body weak, her mind racing.

Her limbs trembled as she pushed herself up, her breath ragged.

Michael and Lumian were gone.

She could still hear echoes of their battle outside, the distant crackling of lightning, the whisper of shadows.

She swallowed.

What... What was happening?

Her head spun. The weight of everything crashed down on her at once.

What had she done?

Her fingers curled against the floor.

"I have to stop them, they shouldn’t fight over me. If anything, I just bear the brunt of it " She said, forcing herself to her feet

The night was alive with the pulse of Moamao’s downtown district—a cityscape bathed in neon and restless energy, the part of the island that never slept.

The streets were packed, filled with people moving in and out of bars, clubs, and late-night diners. Cars honked, billboards flashed advertisements, and the steady hum of conversation filled the air.

And then—

BOOM.

A violent crash of lightning shattered the chaos.

Michael landed in the center of the square, his body glowing with unrestrained electricity. His bolts arced wildly, slamming into shop signs, parked cars, glass windows, sending sparks flying in every direction. The ground beneath him cracked from the sheer force of his impact.

But despite the destruction, not a single civilian was harmed.

Even through his unrelenting fury, Michael still had enough control to ensure his power only tore through the cityscape, not the people within it.

Gasps and screams rippled through the crowd. People scrambled away from the epicenter of the destruction, taking shelter inside buildings or ducking behind vehicles.

And standing across from Michael—in the middle of the street, completely unbothered, completely naked—was Lumian.

His bare feet pressed into the pavement, his pale skin bathed in the harsh glow of neon signs. He looked almost surreal, standing there in the open, wearing nothing but the arrogance and euphoria that oozed from every inch of him.

The occasional flicker of passing headlights illuminated the sharp ridges of his body, casting dark shadows that made him seem more phantom than man.

Michael’s chest heaved, rage searing through him.

"STOP RUNNING!" he bellowed.

But Lumian had already stopped.

His expression was unreadable, his smirk long gone.

Then he spoke.

"You asked why I did all this?"

Michael stiffened.

Lumian tilted his head slightly. His dark eyes gleamed under the city lights.

"Simple... I did it because of what you did to me."

Michael’s brows furrowed. "What I did to you? What the hell are you talking about?"

Lumian took a slow step forward. His bare skin caught the glow of a nearby electronic billboard, painting him in flickering blues and reds.

Michael clenched his fists.

"I’ve never wronged you," he said through gritted teeth.

Lumian’s lips curled slightly. "Oh, but you have."

Michael flinched.

"Think deeper. Farther than far," Lumian continued. His voice was eerily calm. "Far back... to the time when you killed me."

Michael’s breath hitched.

His whole body went rigid.

"What?"

Lumian took another step forward, his gaze locked onto Michael’s.

"You heard me," he said. "You killed me."

Michael stumbled back a step. His electricity flared wildly, crackling in unpredictable bursts as his mind scrambled to make sense of the words.

"I..." His voice wavered. "I killed you?"

"Yes."

Michael’s pulse thundered in his ears.

"I killed you?" he whispered again, the words feeling foreign in his mouth.

"I killed you?"

Lumian nodded. "Keep saying it."

Michael’s breathing became shallow.

"I killed you?" His voice grew softer, more uncertain.

His chest felt tight.

And then—he said the name.

"I killed Lumian?"

A cold shiver ran down his spine.

His eyes widened.

"I killed Lumian," he muttered, his own voice barely audible.

The memories—the blood, the screaming, the fight that night, they flickered at the edges of his mind, just out of reach.

And then—

It hit him.

Like a lightning strike to his skull.

His breath stopped. His heart lurched. His fingers twitched.

His eyes snapped open, horror dawning on his face.

"I... killed you."

Lumian stared into him, the weight of his presence suffocating.

"That’s right."

Michael’s world tilted.

His stomach churned.

His knees felt weak.

"This..." he rasped. "This isn’t possible. I—I killed you. You can’t be here."

Lumian exhaled sharply through his nose, his smirk darkening.

"I thought so too.

You killed me but here I am. Here I am Michael!

Here I am Voltstrike!!

Here I am you fucking sad excuse of a hero!!!

Here—I—am,"

Michael’s electric field faltered, his golden lightning flickering like a dying flame.

Lumian spread his arms out, his body fully exposed to the city, standing stark naked in the middle of the square as though daring the world to look at him.

The flashing billboards painted dancing colors over his skin, a shifting canvas of neon chaos.

Michael stumbles and his electric discharge falters a bit, "Im...possible, then the other Lumian..."

"You fool. There is no ’other’ Lumian," he said, his voice vibrating with an undeniable truth.

"There’s only me."

His arms remained stretched wide, his body bare, his smile gone.

"He’s me and I am him."

"I’m Lumian."

Michael’s knees buckled.

He gasped—his whole body felt wrong.

His lightning fizzled out.

He had killed Lumian.

He had killed him.

So why—

Why was he standing here?

Why was he alive?

Michael staggered back, his face pale, his world spinning, his mind screaming for an answer.

This was impossible.

Impossible.

But Lumian’s eyes told him otherwise.

They held no doubt.

No hesitation.

Only the quiet, seething truth.

"You killed me," Lumian said, his voice a whisper in the electric night.

"And now I’m back."