Reincarnated as the Villain: The System Made Me Overpowered-Chapter 34: When the World Answered

She was no longer in battle gear—her armor shed, replaced with a midnight-blue robe that fluttered like moonlight. Her long silver hair, usually bound, was loose, strands dancing in the wind. And yet, her presence was still powerful. Regal.

"Everyone’s been asking about you," she said softly.

Valerian didn’t turn around. "I figured."

"You disappeared for hours after you shattered the Architect’s anchor."

He stared at his gauntlet-covered hand, now lined with faint glowing runes. "I wasn’t sure I could face anyone yet."

Selene stepped beside him, her eyes tracing the broken land. "Why?"

"I rewrote reality," he said. "I didn’t just destroy the System—I became part of it. What am I now, Selene?"

She looked at him, really looked.

His silver eyes, once sharp with sarcasm and confidence, now held something deeper—weariness. Guilt.

"I don’t know what you are," she replied honestly. "But I know who you are."

He glanced at her, surprised.

"You’re still Valerian. The one who walked into a cursed tomb to save my knights. The one who defied the Conclave because he wouldn’t let innocents suffer. And the one who, despite being called a villain, has saved this world twice now."

She smiled faintly. "You’re a bastard, yes. Arrogant. Frustrating. But... you’re ours."

For a moment, he said nothing. Then:

"I thought when I lost the System, I’d lose the power to fight. To protect." freewёbnoνel.com

She reached for his hand. "You didn’t lose anything. You found yourself."

He looked at their interlocked fingers. "That’s dangerously sentimental for you, Lady Selene."

She smirked. "Don’t get used to it."

They stood in silence for a few heartbeats, watching the sun finally pierce the ash clouds.

Then came the next voice.

"You’re really going to hog him all to yourself?"

Lira stepped into view, arms crossed, cloak fluttering, her usual mischievous grin tinged with exhaustion. She had blood on her cheek—not hers—and her glaive strapped to her back.

"Lira," Valerian breathed. "You should be resting."

"You’re one to talk, Mr. ’I’ll just rewrite reality and not die from it.’" She walked up to them, flicking a pebble off the cliff. "Takes a special kind of idiot to piss off the Architect and survive."

He chuckled. "Guilty."

She met his gaze. "I meant it back there, you know. You’re not just the villain they wrote about. You’re mine."

Selene raised an eyebrow. "Ours."

Lira snorted. "Don’t get greedy, Princess."

Valerian looked between them. "You two are... shockingly civil."

"We had time to talk," Selene said calmly.

"Mostly about who gets to stab you first if you ever pull another stunt like today," Lira added.

"...Ah."

"But," Lira continued, stepping forward and poking his chest with two fingers, "we both agreed on one thing."

"What’s that?"

"You’re not dying on us. Ever."

Her voice shook at the end, just slightly.

Valerian’s smirk softened. "I’ll try."

She leaned in. "Try harder."

Before he could react, she kissed him.

It was brief—warm, fierce, and charged with everything unsaid.

When she pulled away, Selene sighed dramatically. "Really, Lira? No build-up?"

"We could all die tomorrow," Lira said. "You want slow burn, go read a romance scroll."

Selene shook her head, but then her expression softened.

"Fine," she said, stepping forward.

And then—without hesitation—Selene kissed him, too.

Her kiss was colder, more deliberate, but filled with something heavy: trust. Acceptance.

When it ended, Valerian blinked.

"I really have rewritten reality," he muttered.

Both women laughed.

But before the moment could settle fully, a distant horn echoed in the wind.

They turned.

From the horizon, banners rose. Not of war—but of diplomacy.

Envoys from the Eastern Warlords.

Caravans from the Mage-Kingdom of Virelia.

Even a silhouette of dragons circling high above—the Draconian Accord sending watchers.

"The world is moving," Selene murmured.

"They felt the power you unleashed," Lira added. "They’re coming."

Valerian nodded. "Then it’s time to step out of the shadows."

He looked at both women, something resolute in his gaze.

"No more hiding. No more half-measures. The System’s gone—but the Ancients who built it aren’t."

He summoned Vesperfang again. The blade gleamed—no longer bound by interface or questlines, but forged anew by his own soul.

"I’ll meet them. Whoever they send. Whatever they are."

He looked to Selene and Lira.

"And I’ll protect you both."

Lira rolled her eyes but smiled.

Selene only whispered, "Then we’ll protect you, too."

As the trio descended from the cliff toward the reborn world waiting below, the clouds parted completely—revealing a sky not cleansed, but changed.

Cracks of light shimmered across the heavens like veins of something vast and ancient awakening.

Beyond the veil, something stirred.

And for the first time in centuries, the world was unchained.

The Obsidian Conclave no longer stood as a fortress of control.

Its central spire had fallen, replaced by shimmering wards and reconstructed arcane bridges. Floating platforms, tethered by ley lines, buzzed overhead like humming sentries. All around, battlemages, artificers, and workers moved with purpose—rebuilding, restructuring, and preparing for something larger than war.

For the first time in a century, the world was watching.

Valerian stood at the summit of the newly-formed Conclave Ring, a circular dais levitating above the remnants of the battlefield. Around him, seats carved from obsidian floated like thrones—each reserved for a visiting power.

Selene stood at his left, robed in ceremonial violet, the crest of House Nox restored on her shoulder.

Lira stood to his right, armorless, but armed—the glaive strapped to her back gleaming in quiet defiance.

A low horn echoed from below. A voice announced:

> "The Eastern Warlords approach."

Hooves thundered. Through the swirling gates of the rebuilt causeway came banners of red and gold, each marked with the sigil of a flame-devouring serpent. At the head rode General Kaede of the Burning Lance, her armor scorched and her spear blackened from a hundred campaigns. Her hair was tied in a blood-red braid, and her gaze was that of a predator unleashed.

She dismounted with grace that betrayed none of the war-weariness in her eyes.

"You summoned the world, Valerian," she said, her voice sharp. "We came to see if it was worth answering."

Valerian inclined his head. "I hoped you’d send someone smarter. But brutal honesty works."

Kaede snorted. "Careful. I like men with fire, but not enough to let them lead my armies without proof."

Before anyone could respond, another shimmer rippled through the air. The temperature dropped.

> "The Mage-Kingdom of Virelia announces its envoy."