The Villain Professor's Second Chance

The sound of her voice cut through the chaotic winds like a blade, commanding and laden with the weight of ages. It was deep, resonant, and almost strangely calm, yet it held within it a power that defied any challenge. Tiamat spoke, and for the first time, I felt the full gravity of what we were dealing with.

"I see," she rumbled, her voice vibrating in my chest, as if she was speaking not just to me, but to the very world around us. Her wings folded in briefly before stretching out again, almost as if she was making a grand gesture.

"I am Tiamat, Dragon God of Chaos, the first embodiment of the abyss that gives birth and takes all. Chaos is what I am, and chaos is what you shall face."

The way she spoke, each word seemed almost methodical, deliberate, like a king addressing the peasants beneath her throne. Her gaze shifted, locking onto me, her eyes glinting with a strange curiosity.

"You," she said, her gaze piercing.

"You're not part of this destiny. You carry the mark of a different fate—a cousin of chaos of mine, a shadow that seeks to conquer you. Perhaps there is meaning in meeting you here. The chaos of fate is such that it bends even the strongest of plans. Now," her lips pulled back slightly, showing rows of fanged teeth in what might have been the dragon's version of a smile.

"shall we commence the battle, dear challengers?"

Upon those words, Lyan and I ready ourselves.

And then she roared.

It wasn't a sound so much as it was an event.

ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The roar shook the world, rippling across the ground like a shockwave.

The sky seemed to darken, and even the sickly glow of the four moons above wavered.

Her wings, spread in a display of vast power, flapped with a force that made the earth beneath me tremble.

The roar was a declaration—of power, of inevitability.

And then I saw it, an orb of chaotic energy forming between her colossal jaws. The very sight of it sent a chill down my spine.

"Lyan! She's charging something!" I barked out, my voice barely audible over the tumultuous winds.

I didn't need to say more; we both understood what we needed to do. The orb between her jaws grew, swirling with the same colors as the four moons above—red, green, indigo, black—all merging into a swirling ball of energy. Whatever that attack was, we couldn't afford to be hit by it.

"Skeletal figures, retreat further with the girls!" I commanded, pointing toward Anastasia and Aurelia. The skeletons moved, shifting the crystalline barrier holding the two unconscious queens further back. The last thing I needed was collateral damage.

My pens, my tools, floated around me, each one glowing with its respective energy. The psychokinesis pen, the water elven pen, the fire pen, and the devil pen—all were unleashed.

I wasn't going to take any chances.

Channeling all four, I erected a multi-layered barrier—something that could at least mitigate whatever came next.

Lyan didn't waste time either.

His fingers moved, tracing patterns in the air as he called forth his magic.

His illusions came to life—dozens of replicas of himself and me—each one as real as the last, mimicking our movements perfectly.

They spread across the battlefield, circling Tiamat, creating a distraction that we desperately needed.

She released the orb, and the very air seemed to ripple.

I watched as the orb of chaotic energy grew, spreading outward in all directions. I focused, pouring my mana into the barriers.

The first layer shattered on impact, and I felt a sting of pain—like a thousand needles pricking my skin.

But it held. The next layer absorbed the kinetic energy, dispersing it as much as possible.

"Focus, Draven," I muttered to myself, my eyes locked on the swirling chaos before me.

The illusionary Dravens moved, their forms blinking in and out of existence as they tried to confuse her. Lyan moved beside me, a silent nod exchanged between us. We were in sync—two people who didn't need to like each other to understand the necessity of the moment.

A growl followed the roar, deep and guttural. And as if summoned by that growl, the ground trembled. From the very air itself, hundreds of demons appeared, creatures of different forms and sizes, each more grotesque than the last. They emerged as if birthed from the abyss itself, summoned by the presence of the Dragon God.

"Are you kidding me?" I muttered, clicking my tongue in frustration.

This wasn't just a battle against Tiamat—it was a battle against the very chaos she represented.

I directed my devil pen towards the ground, inscribing complex circles—summoning traps designed to take out as many of these lesser demons as possible. At the same time, the remaining pens floated beside me, their magic swirling around, ready for anything.

I unsheathed my swords, feeling the familiar weight in my hands, the blades humming with dark energy. My eyes met Lyan's, and despite everything—the chaos, the death, the sense of inevitable doom—I found myself smirking.

"Don't hold back," I said, my voice calm, my eyes sharp.

Lyan gave me a crooked grin, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"Yeah," he replied, his voice a low growl. "It's time to go all out."

A notification appeared before my eyes—a quest board hovering in the air, its message clear:

[Quest: Defeat Tiamat.

Rewards: +1000000 Mana, +100 Store Catalogue].

I chuckled, shaking my head.

Was this some kind of cosmic joke?

The quest was practically telling me this was impossible.

But that was fine.

Impossible was something I was used to.

I glanced up at Tiamat, her colossal form looming over us, and I knew—I wasn't going down without a fight.

"It's time," I said, my voice a whisper that seemed to carry through the chaos.

"Let's go all out."

Lyan was the first to move.

He dropped his sword, the blade hovering before him, suspended by his magic. He brought his hands together, his palms meeting in a gesture that resembled a prayer. His eyes closed, and his voice began to chant, low and melodic, echoing across the battlefield.

"Oh ancient spirits of the abyss, heed my call. By the power of the forgotten, by the blood of the fallen, I beseech thee. Let thy power surge through me, let thy chaos become mine. Break these limits that bind my form—release me from these shackles of mortality."

The air around him seemed to pulse, dark energy gathering, swirling around him in a vortex.

The sky above us darkened even further, the light from the four moons shifting, their glow intensifying. The ground beneath Lyan's feet cracked, and a massive magic circle appeared, its intricate lines forming beautiful, almost floral patterns—patterns that seemed to bloom, each petal a manifestation of chaotic mana.

"[Limit Break]!!!" Lyan's voice echoed, the force of his words reverberating across the barren landscape.

The transformation was brief but powerful. The chaotic energy gathered around him, forming a sphere that pulsed with raw power. I watched, my eyes narrowing as I took in the sight.

His incubus form had changed—his tail, now longer and more serpent-like, moved with a life of its own. Scales covered his body, not in a protective way, but as an indication of the power flowing through him. His eyes had sharpened, glowing with an intense purple light. Around him, an aura had formed—a living, breathing manifestation of the abyss itself.

The air around him had changed—it felt heavier, charged with a different kind of energy. I had faced many foes, but this—this was the first time I had seen Lyan like this. I could feel the power radiating from him, the chaotic mana blending with his demonic heritage.

Lyan glanced at me, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Aren't you supposed to be going all out too?" he asked, his voice carrying a teasing edge despite the gravity of the situation.

I met his gaze, my expression calm, my swords still humming with energy. I let out a small chuckle, shaking my head.

"Yes," I replied, my voice even. "But perhaps not as flashy."