Transmigrated as a Fat villain: All heroines are after me

83  Chapter 83 - The reason to hate this world more

"W-why?"

I couldn't comprehend why this heavy feeling of betrayal burdened my eyes.

"Don't play the role of a tragic hero. Despite your heart being pierced, you're still breathing," those words made my eyes widen as the truth sank in.

"How?"

"What's with all this 'how ' and 'why ' nonsense?"

I could almost hear the professor's frustration, I can't help but wanted to curse.

'First, you give me such a big surprise and if I protest then it's nonsense'

"Now, the issue caused by your heart is not present, Try to gather mana once more,"

I felt like I'd fallen victim to some cruel teaching prank. Here I lay on the ground, teetering on the edge of death, being taught by a man who, out of the blue, chose to pierce my heart and even if he really wanted to teach something by stopping my heart could have used magic to just stop it!

'My heart, it hurts'

"Professor, I can't even lift a finger in my current condition, and my problem is that you just destroyed the very source of my mana."

The pain was excruciating, and I couldn't fathom why I was still alive..

It would have been a miracle if I were simply breathing, but now...

'Wait, don't tell me,' everything suddenly fell into place, revealing why Zendal malfunctioned and why I was still alive despite my heart's destruction.

'Why would he use that?' I couldn't help but ponder the reason behind Adriannel using his artifact.

There was a profound reason for a person to be born again and again. Even among those who attained the title of Archmage, none could compare to Archmage Riannel, and the reason lay in the fifth-floor artifact from The Sanctum that he possessed — The Reincarnation Wand.

Unlike lower-floor artifacts, the higher ones possessed numerous abilities and a strong consciousness, capable of projecting themselves in various forms.

It had been mentioned in the novel that Riannel had sought a way to be with his family forever, attempting to break the taboo of immortality.

The term «Immortality» can be perplexing, as those who live for millennia are often considered immortal. However, Riannel's pursuit was different; he aimed for true immortality, a life without death at any stage. Yet, it wasn't for himself but for his child.

Riannel's son was born without the strength to survive long, given the remarkable lineage of an Archmage and an Archdemon as parents.

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In an attempt to change his son's fate, Riannel used the Reincarnation Wand to imbue his child's soul into a robust body crafted from the essence of his wife, Evangeline.

Everything seemed to be going well, and the child's eyes opened as a newborn infant.

However, it was as if the world itself wanted to reject this anomaly, a defiance of its natural order.

In that moment, the vessel cracked, leaving Adriannel in despair, unable to do anything but witness his child's soul shatter within that space.

Afterward, a single line was written in that novel, puzzling many readers, myself included — A soul fallen into a new reincarnation cycle, born in a new world, a new life, but fate will again gather all the pieces together in one place.

"P-please, professor, Heal me"

I couldn't care less about that useless line, so I resorted to pleading with the heartless professor who now leaned on the desk, his expressions hidden from my view.

"Guess that ranking was a sham. I doubt you possess any comprehension abilities at all," his nonsensical words made my face twitch.

'How could I channel mana when there wasn't even a source to draw from?'

SWISH

A massive magic circle materialized beneath me, adorned with thousands of runes, some of which I couldn't even understand.

I had studied runes, thanks to Valeriana, but it was just because I needed a reason to talk to her.

As the glow intensified, my body was enveloped in radiance, and the healing process began.

My heart reconstructed as if nothing had happened.

'So, this is the power of the Sanctum's upper-floor artifact,'

I rose to my feet, supporting my body, even as my mind still grappled with the lingering pain.

Just when I thought it couldn't get more bewildering, I heard the professor's next remark, "Oh, so you have two more artifacts."

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Adriannel gazed down at the figure of a boy lying on the ground in a pool of blood, illuminated by the moonlight that made his silver hair gleam like it was made of starlight. His crimson eyes sparkled like precious rubies.

"Guess that ranking was a sham. I doubt you possess any comprehension abilities at all," the professor remarked with a small smile, which went unnoticed by Zeph, lost in his own thoughts.

Meanwhile, a figure of old man materialized out of the wand, radiating a silver, ethereal light that outshone the moonlight.

[So, your suspicion must be cleared now, should I heal him?]

Adriannel instructed, his smile vanishing as he observed the boy standing on his feet.

[He has two more children, should I—]

As Adriannel heard this, his brow furrowed, and he turned his attention back to the boy, who was still trying to compose himself.

"Oh, so you have two more artifacts."

"Yes, I have,"

Zeph replied, attempting to call out to the other two, 'Seraphina' and 'Guinier' to confirm their well-being.

[Yes, Human], [Yes, Master], both of their simultaneous replies indicated that they were free from the restrictions imposed by the wand.

The ethereal figure tilted its head as circled around zeph, observing him, who couldn't see or feel its presence.

 [Hmm, he looks fine, and his soul is healthy.]

Adriannel kept his gaze fixed on Zeph. 'Remove the restrictions on that bracelet'

Zeph, standing there, suddenly felt all the mana circuits inside his body being flooded with a surge of mana.

He called out 'Zendal,' and, after a moment of not getting any response he again once again repeated, 'Zendal? '.

[Y-yes, Master]

He heard a child-like voice sounding as if it had just been bullied.

' Are you fine?' Zeph asked, understanding the fragility of his artifact's mentality.

Hearing his Master's care filled words, Zendal broke through in tears as he wailed

[Waaahhhhh.....waahhhh.....Master...that....old man....bullied me....waahh]

'Ugh,' Zeph grimaced as he felt the sudden screams in his head, rubbing his forehead.

He opened his eyes and glanced at the man who appeared to be smiling while leaning on his desk.

'Is that a smirk?' Zeph wondered. His mouth twitched, but upon closer inspection, it didn't seem like a smirk, 'Maybe this is the Archmage's smirk'

Right now, Zeph didn't care about Adriannel's facial expressions.

He was focused on revenge.

'Zendal, I will take revenge for you, be ready ,' he ordered while covering his own frustration on name of innocent bracelet.

Hearing his Master's words Zendal protested only to get reprimanded.

[But, Master, I don't want you to be bullied again]

"W-what bullied, you idiot? He just ambushed me. Stop that bickering and do it now,"

' «OVERDRIVE» '

He used the same move he had once used inside a black dragon's mouth. Back then, his muscles had been too weak to hold the strength, but now he was different, far stronger than before.

WHOOSH

A surge of mana coursed through his veins as his muscles tightened like steel wires.

His body slightly leaned as his thigh muscles bulged and the ground beneath him cracked due to sheer pressure of his body.

BOOM! With a speed impossible to see with the naked eye his body vanished as he launched himself in front of the man whose eyes kept looking at his direction with composed demeanor.

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"Haaa...Haaa..."

Zeph's tattered body lay on the ground, his bones broken in several places, and blood oozing from multiple injuries.

"Kughh!"

His face was crushed beneath the relentless foot of his assailant, whose emotionless expression was eerily illuminated by the soft moonlight as a breeze brushed his silver hair revealing his crimson eyes.

[I told you, Master, you will be bullied again]

'Fuck it, I hate this damn World!'

For the readers, who are confused behind the reason to pierce his heart, normally when a person's vitality as it's lowest their soul bonding to their body weaken giving way for outer interference to delve into the identity of soul or to forcefully draw it — it's from real world theory.