Villains' Sisters Yearn for my Copious Mana

Chapter 52: Lucas' fall

Lucas' swordsmanship was his second strongest ability.

And he proved his talent again, for the vile army and his former teammates still couldn't seize an opportunity to catch him.

"You can't win against me," Lucas declared, slashing through a soldier from the vile army and his former teammate simultaneously.

His sword was fluid, sharp, and efficient, showcasing his splendid skill honed for years under Muller Household's strict eyes.

And it seemed like Lucas had also been learning how to fight many enemies at once, for his slashes always encompassed at least two enemies. He also possessed good mana control, applying brainwashing skills through his weapon.

He continued performing flawlessly, sustaining just a few light wounds that would never be able to stop him.

And finally, Lucas got back a few of his loyal teammates and a small part of the vile army.

"You all will return to me. I will enslave you all, and you will work for me until I finish my plans! Don't worry, though," Lucas softly smiled, seemingly honest and genuine, "I will allow you a good life.

Even you, Sofia, I will find a suitable partner for all of you so that you can taste a little happiness and genuine love," Lucas sneered.

He was confident, for he used more mana for his every move. All his forces were brainwashed, their hearts and souls shackled in his mind-control skills. Their chains were at least ten times stronger.

'I must regenerate mana… I've used too much,' Lucas whispered, preparing to refill his mana through many treasures within his inventory.

But then, a mysterious wave went through him and everyone around him.

"How?" Lucas whispered weakly, staring at his forces, whose minds and hearts had been freed from an unknown enemy's skill.

Lucas heard many chains breaking as if they were real objects. Those devastating sounds filled his mind, nearly bringing him onto the ground, for he couldn't believe that someone could easily dispel his skills.

Lucas believed that even his grandpa would need to use an item against his skill. After all, it was not easy to invade someone's soul. People without proper skills wouldn't be able to even scratch the influence of his mind control skills.

Yet, someone here possessed enough power to toy with him!

"Lucas!" Sofia howled, glaring at her brother with killing intent soaking her eyes, turning her into a feral beast.

She also wielded a sword, its tip scratching the ground, forming sparks as she couldn't bear getting her mind controlled again. She was on the verge of losing herself against her hatred toward him.

But then, a foreign voice rang in her mind, "Can't you calm down? Since you weren't mind controlled by him from the start, I expect you to lead Lucas' forces after you get rid of him.

Aimee from the Gray Household is already fighting against the vile general, so you don't have to worry about anyone other than his army.

Calm down, and don't disappoint me," the voice finished his words with a mysterious tone, giving some thoughts to Sofia.

And as she thought about him, Sofia immediately connected the dots. The person behind that voice helped her and others free themselves from Lucas' brain-washing skills.

He was the cause of Lucas' confusion and disaster.

It was not an enemy for Darkened Soul, but someone else! That was the most crucial point, giving hope for Sofia, for she also yearned for changes on Earth. Her brother and her grandpa were the worst of the worst.

"Don't come closer to him! Use long-distance skills to push him toward a vile army!" Sofia shouted, her voice reaching every player from Earth's forces.

Her voice was somehow influential and commanding, perhaps due to having the same blood as Lucas. However, everyone could tell her hatred toward him and her desire to end his life!

"Are you serious, Sofia?!" Lucas howled, baring his sword against all enemies around him, his eyes fixed on his sister, "You know I am grandpa's favorite!

Save me, and I will never plan anything against you! I will pass you my resources to make you stronger!" Lucas shouted, his voice sounding weaker with each passing second.

And at last, he no longer could talk, for vile soldiers vehemently launched themselves at him, giving him no room to even part his lips to breathe.

Sofia glared at her brother while many long-distance projectiles bypassed her curves, "Not even thinking of apologizing to me, to us? You selfish and paranoid bastard!

Go and fucking die!" Sofia roared with many former teammates sharing her sentiment.

They also started shouting at Lucas, never feeling so betrayed as now.

Lucas fought with such a crowd cheering him on. He clenched his teeth, trying to appease his chaotic heart. But as he bathed in the center of all hatred, even Lucas, with his shrewd mind, couldn't properly wield his sword.

His impressive and smooth swordsmanship disappointed him, too, giving way for enemies to wound him severely. In the blink of an eye, Lucas turned from a composed and unreachable player to the seemingly weakest one with wounds and bruises all over him, blood dripping down from head to toe.

He looked miserable, yet he never stopped fighting back.

But as the building up dismay completely clenched his heart, telling him it was time to give up, Lucas recalled his glorious days. He was surrounded by strong teammates; their dungeon raids rarely had casualties.

They had a lot of parties, proper training routines, and more.

They were like a good team, weren't they?

"I gave you all!" Lucas howled in his last attempt to save his ass, "Have I ever treated you wrongly?! You lived the best lives! All players, except those from the prodigies like me, seethed with jealousy while looking at you!

Your strength! I also helped you gain it!" Lucas shouted as signs of his struggles became palpable to even the weakest players.

Out of all people, Sofia carried the voice of everyone. She parted her lips, her eyes not changing at all. No, more hatred bloomed within her beautiful eyes.

She lifted her sword, pointing it at Lucas, "You forgot about something, you trash.

You forgot about trust! And do you think we are not aware of our talents?! You wouldn't have picked us if we weren't talented!

You also wouldn't have plotted against me if you didn't fear me taking your precious spot of grandpa's favorite, you dog!" Sofia bared her fangs, smiling like a psychopath, "May they eat you alive."

Lucas' heart sank.

He had everything and enough potential to overpass his grandfather. He could've taken his spot, taken over all other families, and ruled the Earth like a king. He would've become the world's best ruler, remembered by everyone who wielded mana.

And yet, everything slipped from his hands.

'How… and why?' Lucas whispered, trying to understand the enigmatic mana waves that had dispelled all his mind-control skills.

Was it the vile general? But if it was him, why wouldn't he seize the opportunity to kill him or enslave him? Lucas's name carried a lot of weight, after all.

'Grandpa… Save… me…' Lucas whispered weakly, his voice on the verge of breaking as tears flooded his eyes.

In his last moment, he could only think of grandpa, whom he had yet to overcome.

And as if answering his last prayer, Muller Franc had appeared on the scene.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

All vile soldiers' heads burst out like balloons, unable to withstand Muller Franc's pressure.

His eyes landed on Lucas, then he swept through the scene, hovering his vision on Lucas' former teammates.

He smiled, "Let yourself get brainwashed by him again.

This is an order," Muller Franc's words shocked everyone beyond belief, including Max, Rosangela, and the twins.

Everyone gathered had many theories about why Muller Franc hadn't rebuked his prodigy for using such vile means. Although they formed them now, for they were freed from Lucas' mind control skill, they thought that Franc doted his grandson too much.

Some thought that Lucas was too clever, and so on.

But as Muller Franc parted his lips, his words denied all theories, confirming that both Lucas and Franc were similar.

They were bastards who only cared about strength.

And as Franc knew that Lucas would never be able to overcome him, he was fine with gathering a brainwashed army that would always comply with him, for that army would eventually belong to him.

"Dog…" Sofia whispered.

Franc smiled like a nice grandpa, "Have you said something, Sofia?"

"You are a dog, just like him," Sofia said boldly before rushing at her grandpa, one of the strongest men on Earth.

Her goal was to kill Lucas, though. She wasn't deluded into thinking she could match Franc with her hatred.

But she still believed her sword would soon go through Lucas' chest, piercing his heart to kill him, even if the grandfather was here!

"I would rather die than be brainwashed."

"Same!"

"Fucking hell! If I knew about those families beforehand, I would've chosen a life as a salaryman!"

Others also howled, following Sofia in their last attempt to kill Lucas!

Lucas stared at them with one eye, for blood flooded his other one. He felt so conflicted, for unknown reasons, as all his former people charged at him.

"You don't understand me…" Lucas whispered naively, trying to find excuses.

And then, Muller Franc raised his hand, forming a palm. Even though his hand was quite small, it looked impregnable, like the last indomitable defense.

Yet, Sofia and others didn't think about it, aiming to slip around his giant form.

And that was an asinine idea mainly caused by their hatred.