Let's Train Heroine

In the center of a secluded forest clearing, bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight, sat a mysterious black egg. It was unlike any natural object, its surface smooth and glossy, almost reflecting the surrounding trees as if it were made of polished obsidian. The air around the egg felt dense, charged with a strange, quiet energy that made the wind still and the animals keep their distance.

The egg began to hum faintly, a deep, resonating sound that made the ground quiver. A thin crack appeared on its surface, slowly widening as the egg shifted. The crack grew, jagged lines snaking across the glossy exterior. With a soft, wet crackle, the egg split open.

From inside, a small figure emerged, barely larger than a child. She was covered in a slick, sticky substance that dripped off her as she crawled free of the shell. Her tiny frame trembled for a moment as she stood, blinking her large, pure white eyes at the world around her. The slime clung to her dark skin, shimmering in the pale light.

Her hair, a strikingly white mass, stuck to her head and neck, dripping with the same slimy residue.

She took a step, then another, her feet sinking into the soft grass beneath her. With each step, something miraculous began to happen—her small body began to change. Her legs elongated, her arms stretched, and her breast rose as she grew taller, her form slowly transitioning from that of a child to a teenager. The slime that had coated her skin slid off, dissipating into the air like mist.

As she walked, her figure filled out, her limbs graceful, her posture elegant. Her hips widened, curves forming along her once narrow frame, and her breast became fuller, accentuating the transformation into a young woman. Her white hair, once short and matted, now cascaded down her back, long and flowing like the finest silk.

The last traces of the sticky substance vanished from her body, revealing flawless skin the color of dark bronze, smooth and unblemished.

Within moments, the little girl had become a breathtaking young woman. She stood tall now, her body fully developed, her curves soft yet defined, her hips full and her breast ample. Her white hair framed her face in soft waves, falling all the way down her back like a shining river of moonlight.

But perhaps the most striking feature was her eyes—pure white, without pupils, yet filled with an otherworldly wisdom and power. Her expression remained calm, but there was a quiet intensity to her gaze.

As she took in her surroundings, her serene face suddenly twisted in disgust. She felt it—a sickening, heavy energy coming from the north, a presence that made her stomach churn. Her lips curled in displeasure, her nose wrinkling as if she could smell the foulness that lingered on the air.

"What is this… vile stench?" she muttered softly, her voice smooth and melodic, yet carrying a sharp edge. Her white eyes narrowed as she turned her gaze toward the distant mountains to the north. The energy coming from that direction was sickeningly familiar.

With a simple snap of her fingers, a brilliant flash of white light surrounded her body. When the light faded, she was clothed in a flowing white dress. The dress was simple yet stunning in its elegance, wrapping around her body as if it had been tailored by the heavens themselves.

The fabric clung to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her feminine figure without being overtly revealing. Its sleeves were long and delicate, flaring out slightly at her wrists, while the dress itself billowed softly around her ankles, shimmering faintly with an inner light.

She stood there for a moment, her disgust for the energy clear in the way she held herself, her body tense, ready. Her face, though still calm, carried an unmistakable look of disdain as she regarded the north.

"I cannot allow this… filth to continue," she whispered to herself. Without another word, she took a step forward, and in an instant, her body was gone, disappearing into a blur of motion as she shot through the forest with supernatural speed.

The trees whipped past her, the wind barely touching her skin as she moved through the dense woodland like a phantom. Her white dress fluttered behind her, trailing in the air like a banner of purity against the darkness she was heading toward. Her movements were fluid, graceful, each step light and soundless as if the earth itself bent to her will, ensuring she left no trace behind.

As she traveled north, the energy became more oppressive. The further she went, the more palpable the sense of rot became, hanging in the air like a thick fog.

As the girl sped through the forest, her thoughts began to swirl, fragments of memories flickering at the edges of her mind. They weren't clear, but they were undeniable—vivid flashes of a past life, of power, destruction, and something darker. Her white eyes narrowed as she tried to make sense of it all.

Images of fire, screams, and chaos danced in her mind, and with each step, she felt something awaken deep within her—a knowledge, a purpose. Explore stories on M-V-L

Her pace slowed as the memories began to surface, becoming clearer. A tall, imposing figure stood in the midst of battle, his hands raised as dark magic crackled around him, sending waves of destruction through the land. His face was shrouded in shadow, but she could feel his intent, his power, and his absolute hatred for a single being—someone called the Saint.

The girl's heart beat faster as the truth began to settle in her bones. These memories weren't of someone else; they were hers.

In every life she born, and each time she born differently with no fix gender, look, and even race. There was a time where she born as phoenix, a monster and even an ant.

Anyways, one thing was clear that she was The Evil Magician. A being feared across the land, whose only purpose was to destroy the Saint and plunge the world into chaos.

But why?

The reason eluded her, slipping away like sand through her fingers. She couldn't remember why she had wanted to kill the Saint, why the land needed to fall into ruin. All she knew was the undeniable truth of her existence—this was what she had been created for. This was her purpose. The instinct was as strong and natural as breathing.