I Became a Framed Villain

81 – Identity

“…How did you take control of me?”

“I don’t know.”

“What are you?”

The man who had been quietly scratching his head and watching the trauma walking forward begins to ask in a chilling voice.

“I don’t know.”

But the trauma of just saying that in a calm voice and continuing to move forward.

“…That mask.”

The man who had been watching him silently tilted his head slightly and muttered.

“Why are you here?”

“…….”

“As expected, there was a connection. I knew that.”

After that, the man began quietly walking backwards.

– Swoop…

As he stretches his arms out in front of him, people lying on the street start to twitch and crawl to the trauma.

– Swoop…

But, of course, their arms and legs were crushed, so the only thing that interfered with the path of trauma was the citizens.

“Stay still.”

As the trauma of looking at them murmurs in a cold voice, the movements of the citizens stop.

“It’s my first time.”

A man whose eyes glow darkly as he sees such a phenomenon.

“My ability was offset.”

“…Because it’s a mental ability.”

“That’s why it’s amazing.”

The man who had been shrouded in darkness until then slowly began to appear.

“I’ve never lost against people with mental abilities.”

“…Well.”

Then, Trauma stopped and quietly raised the corner of his mouth.

“I think it would be good to apologize for what I said earlier.”

“…….”

“If the other person was a real middle school student, the story would be different.”

An arrogant-looking male student who looked like a child to anyone, looked up at the trauma with his hands in his pockets.

“But still, it’s good to change your mind. It’s easy to get teased at school, that way of speaking.”

“Shut up.”

“Sorry, but it’s real.”

As the laugh-filled voice of trauma echoes through the streets at night, the boy’s eyes grow even colder.

“Sorry.”

“What do you mean?”

“Why can’t adults understand?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but it’s already cheesy, so why don’t you stop?”

“It’s a fatal mistake to judge someone based on their appearance.”

Soon after his words ended, the traumatized arm began to tremble slowly.

– Burr…

“Hey, it was quite unexpected that you who looked like a power type no matter how you look at it, have mental abilities.”

– Burrr…

“Are you going to be multi-powered? Are you from a laboratory like me or Death?”

Trauma, who had been staring blankly at his arm, which was gradually losing control, soon listened to the boy’s words.

“…What are you doing? Are you starting to get chills down your spine because things aren’t going the way you thought?”

“………”

“But I don’t mind regretting it now. That’s the difference between you and me.”

Then the boy raised the corner of his mouth and began to mutter.

“…When giving mental counseling, it is essential to listen quietly to what the other person is saying.”

“…What?”

“That alone is half the battle. The other person can pour out and stabilize their feelings while talking, and the counselor can identify the other person’s symptoms…”

However, as the boy wiggles his eyebrows at the kind explanation of the trauma and gives strength to his hands, his arms begin to bend.

“No matter how calm I try and look for a way out, it’s useless. My ability is the highest among the mental abilities.”

“Is that so? It’s a coincidence. That’s it.”

“Shut up. No matter what powers these guys have, they’re weaker than mine.”

The corners of the boy’s raised mouth start twisting grotesquely.

“Because my power is the power to conquer this world.”

“…Is it the story of the four knights of the apocalypse?”

“Of course. I am one of those four riders.”

“Excuse me, can you elaborate?”

“Ha, why me?”

Then the boy tilted his head with a mocking expression.

“You’ve been so belittling and ignoring me until just now, but I guess it’s only when you feel the power gap that you feel the urge to fart?”

“I’m just curious.”

“Really? I’m sorry, but I’m not going to explain it to the unchosen.”

“Mmm.”

“It’s just easier to think that you will die a little earlier in a world that will perish anyway. So don’t feel too unfair.”

As the trauma that gripped his arm frowned at him, the boy laughed at him and threw his hand up.

“Still, you’re pretty good at resisting. The ones I controlled in the lab didn’t even last a few seconds before committing suicide.”

“…….”

“Is it because they are the same type of abilities? It’s really unfortunate to meet me, who is a higher compatibility.”

“…Well, kids this age were so loud.”

Trauma muttering in a low voice while looking at that figure slightly vaguely.

“I was like that too…”

“…?”

“Well, that’s in the past.”

As he calmly stretches out his trembling arm, a question mark appears on the boy’s face.

“…What did you do?”

Then, the trauma of Hae smiled brightly and clenched his fists.

“I quit acting.”

– Pug!!

The fist he swung with all his might hit the boy’s throat.

“…Up.”

Thanks, the boy staggered and fell to the floor clutching his nose.

“What, what…”

“………”

“Why is my ability not working, you…”

A boy who was groping on the floor looking for glasses that had fallen to the ground, looked up at the man standing right in front of him and muttered in a resentful voice.

“…I don’t know either.”

“What?”

Then, Trauma started muttering while slightly distorting the unknown expression hidden behind the mask.

“Now I don’t even know what I am…”

“What are you talking about…”

“…Maybe my sister was right.”

A cold sweat begins to flow from the boy’s forehead as he sees the traumatic figure muttering with a dark expression, similar to himself but fundamentally different.

“I might be a monster.”

“They told me not to talk about 2nd grade disease…”

“…….”

“But why are you suddenly doing this…”

However, a smile soon returned to the boy’s face.

“…Well, it doesn’t matter anymore.”

– Koogung… Kung…!

At that moment, the street begins to vibrate lightly.

“This, this…”

At that familiar incident, Himari’s face, who was watching the situation from behind, begins to turn blue.

“Monster Wave…”

– Ohhh…

And not long after, low cries began to be heard from all directions.

“Did humans artificially create monster waves…?”

– Greuk, Greuk…

“Impossible… Even if you turn the entire history upside down, there has never been a case where humans dominated monsters…”

“…Well, that’s because I wasn’t chosen.”

“What?”

Himari, who had been muttering with an incomprehensible expression, widened her eyes at the girl’s question from afar.

“There is only one person in this world who can control monsters.”

After wiping the blood from his nose with his hand, the boy started heading forward with an ecstatic expression.

“The power of the Knight of Conquest, known from the Old Testament, was the power to kill people by using the ‘beasts of the land’.”

“………”

“However, the expression is quite subtle. In the 20th and 21st centuries, it seems to have been interpreted as a ‘disease’.”

In his gaze, the figures of monsters appearing here and there begin to enter.

“However, the ability of a knight of conquest is not just a plague…”

– Gooooo!!!

“My true power is to literally control all beasts on earth.”

The boy with his arms spread out to the sides smiles at the monsters that are starting to focus on him and raises his voice.

“‘Beasts on the ground’ is a metaphor for monsters, which are beings created by mutating beasts, unlike people who act with reason.”

“………”

“At most, it only slightly disturbs people’s mental powers, and it is truly the ability to conquer the whole world that you cannot match.”

At those words, the trauma of quietly lowering my head.

“I told you, it’s too late to regret it.”

“………”

“If you don’t want to be like that stupid woman, why don’t you run away now?”

However, at the boy’s laughing voice, he quietly raises his head.

“…Woman?”

“I mean the #1 ranked hero.”

“What did she do?”

“I died while trying to deal with a monster that had narrowly failed to dominate with the help of the 7 main lines.”

After a while, the trauma started to look at the boy quietly.

“…It was a pity. If I had succeeded at that time, I could have received a part of the greatness.”

“………”

“Well, it’s okay if I take care of you guys this time.”

A boy standing in front of the demons while looking at such trauma with a sneer on his face opens his mouth with a voice full of pride.

“Trample it.”

“”………..””

“If possible, leave some parts of the body. Because I have to show them to the brokers…”

However, his words did not end.

“…….Ah?”

It was because the monsters whose eyes were quietly shining began to attack the boy all at once for some reason.

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How much time has passed since then?

“….???”

The boy, who came to his senses, saw the scene unfolding before his eyes and raised a question mark on his face.

– Greuk… Greuk…

It was because the monsters who should have listened to him were bowing their heads in front of Trauma instead of him for some reason.

‘Why…?’

The boy, who was looking at him with a blank expression, tried to get up, but for some reason, his body didn’t listen.

‘……Ah.’

Only then did the boy realize that his arms and legs had been torn to pieces by demon beasts.

‘Why am I acting like this…’

“…Stop wriggling.”

It was at that point that a passionate voice began to be heard from beside him as he wriggled his body as he held on to his fading spirit.

“Only the subject of the concept of hypnosis.”

Rumia, holding a knife in her hand, muttered while looking down at the boy with a pitiful look.

“Did you think anything would work?”

After she said that, she quietly put down her knife.

‘…I’m a concept of hypnosis?’

Suddenly, such a question pops up in the boy’s mind as he helplessly looks at the knife stuck in his throat.

‘Then, who is the concept of conquest?’

However, that question was quietly scattered along with the boy’s life without an answer.