I Became The Novel's Biggest Antagonist

Night had descended upon Ocryphia, and the sky was adorned with sparkling stars that glittered like scattered jewels. Such a breathtaking sky wasn't unusual in this city; Ocryphia was known for its celestial beauty.

Yet, despite the countless stars, what truly illuminated the city wasn't the heavens above. It was the vibrant streets below: glowing mana-powered cars and bikes weaving through the avenues, mana trains gliding smoothly on their tracks, and towering skyscrapers adorned with massive screens broadcasting the latest news and advertisements. The city buzzed with life, its lights spilling over every corner and painting a blend of colors across the urban landscape.

At this hour, the city's pulse was at its peak. The workday had ended, and families, couples, and groups of friends filled the streets. They strolled through bustling plazas, explored markets, and shared laughter under the neon glow of Ocryphia's endless entertainment venues.

As one of the four great capitals of Aurion, Ocryphia prided itself on catering to every taste and desire. Restaurants of every cuisine, theaters, music halls, and more ensured that both its wealthy residents and millions of annual visitors found their share of wonder.

Tonight, however, something extraordinary pierced through the mundane hum of the city.

"Hey, look up there!"

"What is that?"

"Is it... some kind of elaborate illusion?"

"It's too real to be a trick…I think."

The murmurs spread like wildfire as people craned their necks to gaze at the sky. Phones were pulled from pockets, their cameras pointed upward to capture a phenomenon unlike anything they had ever seen.

At first glance, the moon looked as resplendent as ever, its silver-gold rays brighter than usual, bathing Ocryphia in a sublime glow. It seemed even more captivating tonight, an image worthy of admiration. But that wasn't what had captured everyone's attention.

In the center of the glowing orb was something... unusual.

A crack.

At first, the idea was dismissed as impossible. Surely, it was a trick of the light or some atmospheric distortion. But the longer they stared, the clearer it became. There was no mistake—there was a fissure running across the moon's surface.

-Crack!

A sharp, echoing sound shattered the uneasy silence. It wasn't just visible now; the crack in the moon was audible, a twisting, splintering noise that sent chills down every spine. The crowd collectively froze, their gazes locked upward.

"It's growing!"

A man shouted pointing his finger before he instinctively stepped back.

Others followed suit, retreating slowly as if distance could shield them from whatever was unfolding. Fear rippled through the crowd as their skin prickled and their hearts raced.

-Crack! Crack! Crack!

The fissure spread like a living thing, expanding across the lunar surface in jagged, chaotic lines. Then, without warning, a piece of the moon broke away.

It plummeted, vanishing into the night sky.

Out of the crack in the moon, whitish-gold particles of light began to emerge. At first, they trickled out one by one, but soon they swarmed together in a mesmerizing dance, gathering and coalescing in front of the fractured lunar surface.

"W-What…?" Someone stuttered, his voice trembling as he gazed upward.

The particles of light shimmered, swirling like living beings. Slowly, they began to shape into something tangible. A hem appeared—delicate, flowing, and glowing faintly, as though woven from celestial threads.

Gasps rippled through the crowd as the luminous particles continued to assemble. The ethereal gown came into full view, its elegant folds cascading downward, revealing long, slender legs. The waist took form next, followed by the graceful curve of a neck. The gathering light climbed upward, rising with a slow pace, leaving the onlookers breathless with anticipation.

Finally, the glow reached its crescendo, unveiling a face.

For a moment, there was a collective silence. Then:

"Ah…" Someone gasped, breaking the stillness when the horns appeared.

"B–Beautiful…" A woman whispered, her eyes wide in awe.

The crowd could only agree. All around, gasps of wonder filled the air as they took in the visage of the figure before them.

A goddess.

The word escaped someone's lips, and it resonated with unspoken consensus. She was more than beautiful—otherworldly. Her figure eclipsed even the radiance of the moon, which now seemed dim and insignificant by comparison.

The goddess floated in the air, her whitish-gold gown shimmering like starlight. Her eyes, a flickering greyish-white, scanned the crowd below with an unreadable expression. Around her, the particles of light glittered like a divine aura, flowing upward to seal the crack in the moon. As the fissure closed, the celestial show ended, leaving only her as the sole focus of the stunned masses.

For the first time, Ocryphia's dazzling skyline seemed dull.

The goddess outshone it all.

The crowd murmured, whispers of awe mixing with the incessant clicks of cameras capturing the moment. Yet, she appeared uninterested, indifferent to their presence.

Her gaze shifted slightly. She was looking at something—or someone.

Her eyes landed on a white building nestled in the heart of the city. The air around her shimmered, and without a sound, her form dissolved into a cascade of particles, reappearing moments later in front of the building.

The White Fragrance stood at the center of attention now. Its clients, having spilled out onto the street to witness the celestial event, froze in place as the goddess materialized before them.

For a moment, she simply hovered there. But she wasn't waiting idly. She could feel it—a presence. Stay connected through empire

She waited a minute.

And then, he appeared.

From within the restaurant, a man stepped out leisurely.. His steps were unhurried, but the moment his gaze shifted upward and met hers, his stride stopped.

Their eyes locked.

The goddess's greyish-white eyes flickered with an intensity unseen before, her stoic demeanor cracking ever so slightly. Her pink perfect shaped lips parted slightly. Emotions—raw, powerful, and uncontained—danced in her gaze as she looked at him.

It was definitely him.

That face, those eyes, the way his body held itself—every gesture, every breath he took. Even the mix of delight and faint fear flickering across his expression as he looked at her again. There was no room for doubt. It was him.

"It's been a while, Queen," King said with a small smile tugging at his lips.

But King knew better. He wasn't just in danger—this was an extremely dangerous situation. No, it wasn't just him. The entire city was in danger.

Queen said nothing at first, her eyes scanning him as though committing every detail to memory. She didn't blink. She didn't falter. He was here. Alive.

Finally, she spoke.

"My King."

Her voice was unlike anything anyone had ever heard—an achingly beautiful melody. A voice that made their heart tremble with awe.

Her words drew the attention of the onlookers, who followed her gaze to King. The crowd gasped again, this time at him. For the first time, they seemed to notice just how striking he was—handsome beyond mortal measure.

Yet, none of that mattered.

Not to Queen.

Not to King.

In this moment, there was only the two of them.

King took a step forward, carefully. "How are y—"

"Seven days, fifteen hours, thirty-two minutes, and eighteen seconds."

She cut him off.

"That is the duration of your transgression."

"..."

"You have broken the sacred oath we swore. An oath to remain ever bound—whether through physical proximity, telepathic communion, or the profound resonance of our souls. An oath to never allow the distance between us to exceed a single minute."

"Right, about this—" King scratched his cheek.

He was interrupted again—not by Queen this time, but by someone stepping out of the crowd.

"Oh my fucking God! Look at her! She's so hot—"

-Spurt!

The man didn't finish his sentence. His body exploded in an instant, blood and flesh scattering across the street.

For a second, there was silence, the crowd frozen in shock, struggling to process what had just happened.

Then came the screams.

-Pop! Spurt!

One by one, the onlookers who dared to scream or move in Queen's presence met the same fate. Their bodies burst into grotesque fragments, painting the streets of Ocryphia in pools of crimson and strewn flesh. The horror show didn't last long; silence returned as the crowd was reduced to lifeless remains.

Hundreds of bloodied corpses lay scattered, soaking the streets in gore.

"Queen," King called her.

She hadn't moved her gaze from King, not for a second. Even as the chaos unfolded, her eyes never wavered. They were fixed on him with a singular intensity.

She remained motionless, her focus on him, her expression unreadable. Around them, the city lay still—awash in blood, trembling under the presence of its Goddess.

But she didn't care about the carnage.

Her King was here. And that was all that mattered.

"K—King?"

Suddenly, Celine emerged from the building, her eyes wide with confusion.

The moment she stepped outside, the scene before her stole the breath from her lungs. The ground was painted in blood, the air heavy with the metallic stench of death. She gasped in horror, recoiling at the sight.

"Fuck! Queen—" King immediately moved to intervene. He knew what was about to happen, and there was no time to waste. Without hesitation, he stepped in front of Celine, shielding her just in time.

For a terrifying moment, the world seemed to hold its breath.

Queen's eyes shifted, her gaze settling on King as he stood protectively in front of Celine. Her expression remained unreadable, but the atmosphere around her changed in an instant.

King's throat went dry as he opened his mouth, the realization of what he had done hitting him like a freight train.

"Shit."