THE VILLAIN'S POV

Chapter 670: revelations

In Helmond, the return of the Nightmare Summit heralded calamities that threatened to reshape everything ..

opening doors to terrors long thought buried in ancient times.

The resurgence of these disasters would remind the world once more of a dark and dreadful age from the distant past.

The key revelations of the Nightmare Summit were as follows:

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1. The Unknown Land

Somewhere in the cosmos, a mysterious land had appeared out of nothing ..

a vast, continent-sized structure floating silently in the void.

Neither planet nor moon, but an ancient citadel, colossal in scale.

No one knew what existed there .. it was an absolute unknown.

Yet strangely, the Great Ones showed a disturbing interest in it, their behavior growing erratic since its emergence.

Even Agaroth, the Demon King, took notice.

Races and major world powers began mobilizing expeditions to reach it, hoping to seize whatever lay within.

And the demons, it seemed, would do the same.

That was when the unexpected occurred.

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2. The Return of the First Seat

For the first time since the War against Nameless,

the First Seat, Crimson, had returned to active duty ..

targeting the Great Ones themselves, under the direct command of the Demon King.

His power had grown monstrously since his last appearance, reaching the very pinnacle of existence.

He now stood on par with Agaroth and Nameless, capable of annihilating all the other High Seats by himself in a single, terrifying display.

Crimson’s next mission was to lead an expedition to the Unknown Land, accompanied by Marvas (the Fifth Seat) and Agares (the Second Seat)—to wage war against the Great Ones.

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3. The Return of the Demon King

The Demon King Agaroth appeared publicly for the first time in ages.

His mere presence was enough to suffocate any living creature who dared meet his gaze.

Though calm and reserved, it was clear that the seal placed upon his soul by Nameless was weakening ..

and would not restrain him much longer.

To address this, Wesker (the Fourth Seat) was given full responsibility over the matter,

tasked to continue what he had begun on Earth,

and to proceed with whatever plan he had already prepared for Frey Starlight.

He would be accompanied, as expected, by Zibar and Geppetto.

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4. Unification of the Demon Race

With Crimson’s return, the age of divided authority was over.

The demons would resume their invasion of other races,

now united under one command rather than split between factions.

Neither Marvas nor Wesker would retain autonomy ..

all were now bound to the will of the First Seat,

who in turn followed the direct orders of Agaroth himself.

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5. The King’s Hidden Interest

Agaroth spoke little, yet those attentive enough sensed his quiet fascination not only with the Great Ones’ movements ..

but also with Earth, and Frey Starlight in particular.

A sign that the latter’s fate was entangled with something far worse yet to come.

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These were the primary outcomes of the Nightmare Summit,

attended personally by Agaroth himself.

When it concluded, the High Seats dispersed one by one ..

each shaken by what they had witnessed.

Among them, Wesker departed in silence, his mind racing.

The Fourth Seat was anything but pleased.

Given the figures that had appeared .. Crimson, Agaroth .. his influence now meant little.

Wesker had always been cunning, always a step ahead of others…

but before beings like the Demon King and the First Seat, such tactics were meaningless.

They were entities beyond logic or manipulation.

Their power alone placed them far above all else.

Especially Agaroth .. whose mind was impossible to read.

The King’s Eye could not perceive him; no being could.

Agaroth was unlike any other demon.

He had emerged from nothing in the ancient past,

and ascended faster than any creature in history to become the mightiest of all.

That mystery obsessed Wesker.

When he used the King’s Eye on Crimson, he saw that Crimson had been born destined to become the Demon King ..

yet Agaroth had broken that destiny,

seizing the throne for himself instead.

This meant one thing: Agaroth was an anomaly.

An existence beyond fate itself ..

capable of altering destiny and bending it to his will.

The creature known as the Devourer of All could absorb any number of abilities ..

many of them world-breaking .. and had never once lost a battle.

He had never fallen, never been forced to his knees.

“He truly is… extraordinary.”

Wesker had long sought to uncover the riddle of his King,

but despite all his efforts, he failed.

And with Agaroth dormant, unmoving, Wesker desired one thing:

to free him—to break the chains that Nameless had placed upon his soul.

For though Agaroth was exceptional, Nameless had been his equal.

In matters of life, death, and spiritual manipulation,

Nameless had even surpassed him—enough to bind his soul.

“The stronger Frey Starlight becomes,” Wesker realized,

“the weaker the seal on the King grows.”

In other words ..

Frey Starlight must be pushed to his absolute limits,

until he became the next Nameless.

Only then would the seal shatter completely.

Frey could not die—not yet.

He needed to live, to be broken slowly ..

pushed past the edge until his mind and soul collapsed.

Wesker was a master of such psychological warfare.

He had prepared a grand, horrific design for Frey’s undoing ..

a plan to destroy him from within.

Even if Frey gained unfathomable power,

he would end up an empty shell, a puppet with no reason left to fight.

That was the Fourth Seat’s true aim.

He had already played his first card—using Zibar against him.

Though it had seemed as if the Tenth Seat had acted of his own will,

Wesker had anticipated the move from the start ..

and merely hastened its outcome.

That battle had pushed Frey Starlight further than ever, unlocking new doors of power.

Now, Wesker prepared for the next phase ..

the continuation of his silent duel with the blue-eyed Engineer,

who was also attempting to strengthen Frey.

For now, both sought the same result.

That was why they had not yet clashed directly.

But Wesker wasn’t naive.

If Frey truly became the next Nameless,

the result would be catastrophic.

Even Crimson, in his current state, might not be enough to face him.

Creating such a monster was no wise move.

That was why Wesker’s true strategy was to break Frey’s will,

to crush him slowly and surely ..

to forge a weapon with no purpose to swing itself.

A hollow god.

Having made his decision, Wesker prepared to return to Earth,

to resume what he had started.

Remaining away was far too dangerous.

Who knew what the Engineer, Gehrman, might do in his absence?

As Wesker prepared to depart, he suddenly froze mid-step.

His entire body stiffened, and his expression turned to stone—his knees nearly buckling beneath him.

“Eager to leave, are you? Tell me, Wesker… is the war on Earth truly that entertaining? ”

The voice brushed past his ear, deep and calm—yet so immense that every particle of his being trembled.

Wesker was tall, towering well over two meters, but the figure now standing behind him was slightly taller still.

Slowly, with deliberate caution, Wesker turned.

And then his three eyes met the crimson gaze of the being behind him.

A shadowed form loomed there .. its shape still cloaked in black mist, yet clear enough for one of Wesker’s power to discern the faint outlines of its body.

He tried to kneel immediately, but an invisible force held him upright.

The one before him was none other than the Demon King himself .. Agaroth.

“Forgive my insolence, my King,” Wesker managed to say through gritted teeth.

“I did not sense your presence at all…”

It was true. Even the Fourth Seat .. gifted with the King’s Eye .. could not perceive the Demon King unless Agaroth willed it.

Just how immense was this being’s power? No one knew.

Among his countless abilities, one made all living things instinctively fear him:

to each creature, Agaroth appeared as their worst nightmare incarnate.

This effect was universal—affecting all beings except those who had reached SSS rank.

Those rare few could perceive him only as a mass of black fog with burning red eyes.

And only the most powerful among them could glimpse his true form.

Wesker could see… just enough.

Agaroth’s hair was impossibly long and black, cascading down like a waterfall that melted into shadows trailing behind him.

His skin was pale as bone, his features sharp, almost sculpted by malice.

His body was cloaked in a garment woven from pure dark aura, and his eyes—

those eyes glowed entirely red.

One of them was the same eye that shone on Wesker’s own forehead: the King’s Eye.

The other, it was said, was another world-breaking power, though no one knew what it truly did.

This was Agaroth, the Devourer of All—the true King of Demons.

And he had come to meet Wesker in person, moments after the Nightmare Summit ended.

“Wesker,” Agaroth said, stepping closer, his tone low but commanding.

“You have always been among the sharpest of demons.

That is why I gave you the King’s Eye .. because I knew you would wield it well.”

Wesker trembled as the words struck him like thunder.

“Your praise exceeds anything I deserve, my King,” he muttered, unable to meet the King’s eyes.

Agaroth let out a quiet laugh—a sound far too gentle for a being of his stature.

“Spare me the false humility, Wesker.

Tell me .. after carrying my eye for thousands of years,

what have you seen?

What have you learned?”

Wesker hesitated before answering, his voice shaky but steady.

“I’ve learned that fate and destiny… are merely two sides of the same hand—

easily flipped and rewritten by those who know how.”

Agaroth smiled faintly, satisfied.

“Well said.”

He nodded, approving. Wesker was right.

For countless ages, beings had despaired under the weight of destiny, believing it immutable.

But to entities like Agaroth, fate was just another thread to sever and reweave.

“Now then, Wesker,” Agaroth continued softly, drawing nearer.

“Do you know why I’ve come to you?”

The Fourth Seat’s heart pounded. Every passing second felt heavier.

“There is no way I could predict your will, my King…

but perhaps it concerns the human war? Or… Frey Starlight?”

He truly believed that was the answer .. Agaroth had long shown interest in the boy.

But ..

“Wrong answer.”

The words were spoken casually, almost playfully.

Yet the instant they left Agaroth’s lips, something inside Wesker shattered.

An invisible force crushed through him—no visible attack, no movement ..

as though the world itself had punished him simply for being wrong.

And Agaroth… hadn’t even done it intentionally.

Reality itself seemed to enforce his will.

That was the level of madness and dominance he commanded.

Unfazed by Wesker’s silent agony, the King continued.

“You see… world-breaking abilities aren’t truly absolute as you all believe.”

“They are merely extensions of the laws that maintain this world’s structure.”

Agaroth raised a hand, placing it before Wesker’s trembling face.

“Look at me, Wesker.”

Wesker hesitated, but the King’s power forced him to obey.

Agaroth’s crimson eye began to glow, brighter than ever.

“The world’s laws mean nothing to me.

That is why I can nullify the absolutes of any world-breaking ability.

In other words… I can nullify the absoluteness of your King’s Eye.”

Wesker’s breath hitched. His greatest gift .. made useless before its source.

But Agaroth wasn’t finished.

“Likewise,” he continued,

“I can nullify the absolutes of my own powers.

I’ve already disabled my own King’s Eye…

because I am curious.”

The Fourth Seat’s knees trembled violently.

“I’ve always wanted to know,” Agaroth said quietly,

“what my own fate looks like to others.”

At that moment, Wesker’s composure broke.

A raspy scream tore from his throat as his body convulsed.

By suppressing his own eye, Agaroth had made it possible for Wesker to see the Demon King’s destiny ..

something no creature in existence was ever meant to witness.

“Tell me, Wesker…”

“What do you see when you look at me?”

The King’s voice was calm, amused ..almost eager.

The only answer he received was Wesker’s maddened scream.

His mind collapsed under the vision before him.

He clawed at his own face, trying to tear out the eye on his forehead, desperate to end it ..

but Agaroth stopped him.

In that final, hopeless instant, Wesker’s gaze fell upon the soul of the Demon King ..

and what he saw there was a horror no living being could withstand.

The horrors of the Devourer of All.

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