I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess

Chapter 630: Jungle Lord vs Disfigured Human? [1]

The Jungle Lord was once one of the three guardians on the Three Temple Island. He guarded the Jungle God’s temple for many years, having usurped the position for himself in the past, and acting as a protector for the small dwellers that lived around his arena.

He was a powerful foe, one that took Lillian a large amount of effort to best; that was because of his overwhelming speed.

If it hadn’t been for Lillian’s Items at the time, she feared she would have been unable to react fast enough to his movements.

Fortunately, she wouldn’t ever have to fear for such a thing, for the Jungle Lord was the one who lost their inevitable battle; thus, crowning her as the victor, but also his master.

Lillian flashed her hand out, tossing the reflective glass shard before her.

Spoof...!

The glass shard exploded into a cloud of glass dust, soon vanishing with a shimmer - leaving behind a tall, wendigo with a jagged bone crown fused into his deer skull.

He had long, skinny arms that ended with sharp bone claws and legs that resembled a deer - if it had managed to evolve to being able to stand on its back legs.

The Jungle Lord had black skin and appeared extremely malnourished, not due to the lack of food, but because this was how he had evolved to deceive his enemies.

The Jungle Lord was a fighter first and a guardian second; if he could trick his enemies into fighting him due to his frail-looking appearance, why shouldn’t he do it to quench his boredom?

Lillian watched as the Jungle Lord twisted his head side-to-side, scoping the area before settling his gaze on the Salesman, who remained on his stomach still; his eyes still focused on them without any display of emotion, except for his disturbing grin.

The Rabbit stared at the back of her Wendigo, finding it to be hidden under a wide, black blade that was strapped to his back with a rope of vines.

The Regular Greatsword.

Once a boring-looking weapon was now a menacing weapon that made enemies who saw it second-guess their choices.

It was broad and sharp; the greatsword’s obsidian blade was tall, even taller than Lillian, who was approximately 5ft9.

Afterwards, Lillian shifted her gaze away from the weapon and back to the Jungle Lord, taking note of his current aura.

When Lillian had first met him, she recalled that he had the strength of a Dire Gore; this level of strength was enough to take on an entire low-class city.

However, that changed after his battle against the Drowned King.

To progress his Rank from a C to a B, the Jungle Lord needed to fight an enemy that was a Tier 4 or higher enemy to the death and come out of it alive.

Although the Drowned King was fighting him with only his physical strength, a small amount of mana, and also being nerfed to 30% of his overall strength, it was still enough for the Jungle Lord to complete this requirement.

Thus, making him now a Prime Gore with a Threat Rating of 8, more than the Two-Headed Seawater Leviathan!

With the strength capable of destroying a middle-class city, The Jungle Lord’s strength had now soared above what his past self was capable of doing.

And thus...

’Even if I had my other items, I doubt it would go about the same as last time...’ Lillian thought.

Thus, at this moment in time, not only had the Jungle Lord surpassed his past self, but also Lillian’s past and current state!

And thus!

The Salesman, whom Lillian deemed a powerful and terrifying threat, was only a mere inconvenience in the Jungle Lord’s eyes; completely unaffected by the horror’s Predatory Aura!

Instead, he had begun to spread his own Predatory Aura outwards, clashing with the Salesman’s and causing the disfigured horror to shudder at his aura.

Lillian, who saw this, smirked deeply inside - her eyes shimmering with hope and relief.

In the game, if the player were to allow the Salesman to transform, they were given two options.

The first option was to kill the Salesman here without outside help. However, this option had a flaw in it.

If the player tried their luck in killing the Salesman, they would be in for a long and arduous battle.

Due to the Salesman’s abilities, which still remained with him even in this form, the player would have to be extra careful with their movements, for a single cut would spell their doom.

But not only that, the Salesman still had access to his healing item - his golden tooth - which was now absorbed into his heart. Thus, making the battle more of a battle of attrition, rather than a battle of strength or magic.

’Then, we have the second option...’

The second option was to somehow lead the Salesman to the surface and get the Bloodhounds of Damien’s pack to handle him. But like the first, there was also a flaw.

Unlike the first option, the player wouldn’t have a chance to acquire a Shard from the Salesman, for he would be killed too swiftly for the player to even arrive and get the finishing blow. Another flaw would be that the Salesman would begin wreaking havoc on those above, creating destruction and death.

Something...

Something Lillian wasn’t quite comfortable with...

’Should I fight the thing here, then...?’

As she pondered this, Lillian’s mask flashed with mana, the Mask of Deceit unconsensually leeching off of her and - unbeknownst to her - twisted her thoughts a little.

’No... my mind has had enough for today.’

Her mind was already more than weary. If she continued to fight, who knew when she might slip up and accidentally cause her death because she failed to dodge?

It was better to just back away now.

’If a few deaths from above is the cost of making my life easier, then so be it.’

Deciding to retreat, Lillian looked towards the Jungle Lord, who still remained dauntless in his stance.

Walking up to his side, Lillian placed a hand against his elbow before giving her order:

"I’ll be retreating to go rest. I trust that you can take care of this?"

The Jungle Lord slowly turned his head to look down at her, then nodded briefly.

Seeing this, Lillian nodded back in acknowledgement.

Knowing that her monster was stronger than her and had a much better chance at winning, Lillian felt a flower of confidence bloom inside her chest - assured of the Jungle Lord’s victory and survival.

Right before turning to leave with Millis, Lillian informed loudly:

"It’s weak to anything bright! Once you feel that you have accomplished enough or cannot fight anymore, just retreat back to my side. Your life matters more to me than the kill."

The Jungle Lord’s eyes glowed slightly at Lillian’s information, but also especially at her last sentence. Eventually, the light faded after he heard the sounds of two pairs of footsteps swiftly make their escape.

To some, in this situation, they would feel like they had been abandoned - their hearts becoming filled with dread or sadness by the idea.

But not him.

This was what he wanted!

Clenching his fists, he began to take small, but confident steps towards the Salesman.

Individuals like him were seekers for battle, thus, finding this situation to be more of an honour rather than a thing to be negative about!

And with his newfound strength, what better opponent than something stronger than his past self?

With this in mind, the Jungle Lord radiated his own Predatory Aura, instantly clashing with the Salesman’s and causing it to shudder from his presence.

This act of intimidation sparked fierce rage and hostility in the Salesman’s cold, white eyes.

"SKREEEH!"

With a haunting screech, the Salesman used his two grotesquely long and lanky arms to propel himself towards the Jungle Lord - charging, with the Wendigo doing the exact same thing with a roar:

"WRAAAAGH!"

...

DUM! DUM! DUM!

Midway through their escape, both Millis and Lillian noticed the heavy shaking of their surroundings; the battle between the transformed Salesman and the Jungle Lord had begun.

However, Lillian couldn’t take the time to analyse and predict the scale of their battle, for she and Millis needed to escape first; they were still in danger.

When the Salesman had taken one of his clients earlier to the exit, he was actually much further away than one might expect. That was because this underground area wasn’t just for a warehouse, but for an entire facility.

With goons everywhere, the Salesman could request them to escort his clients to the actual exit.

Fortunately, both Lillian and Millis managed to remember the way out with the quickest route.

After several minutes, they managed to escape from the underground facility, appearing within the first ring, otherwise known as the slum or Mutt ring.

But, before they could even process their surroundings, they found themselves swept away by a storm of dust as a humongous geyser of rubble shot out from deep underground.

And with it carried the two monsters, who battled it out from within the dust.