I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 465: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [7] Amael's Wishful Dream

Chapter 465: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [7] Amael's Wishful Dream



How long has it been?

I couldn't tell if I was awake or trapped somewhere between dreams and reality. My eyes felt open-or so I thought-but nothing around me looked or felt real.

Silence surrounded me, deep and oppressive, as if the world had vanished entirely. I was drowning. The icy grip of the ocean clung to my body, wrapping me in its embrace. Saltwater seeped into my mouth and burned my eyes, making me flinch. It was unbearable, and yet, strangely, the weightless sensation of being submerged dulled the agony of the wound in my chest.

That bastard... Durathiel.

He'd nearly killed me. No-he had killed me.

Or was I alive?

I wasn't sure anymore. The memory of his strike played over and over in my mind. I'd seen my life flash before my eyes.

But wait...

Why am I thinking like this?

As if I'm fine?

I'm not fine.

I'm going to die here, aren't I?

Cleenah.

I called out silently, desperately.

'Are you there?'

Nothing. No response. No comforting voice. Just silence. Was she even able to hear me? Or was I beyond her reach now?

I didn't even know if I was alive anymore. Maybe I was already dead.

No.

It can't end like this.

I clenched my fists-or tried to, but my body refused to obey me. I couldn't feel anything anymore. Not my hands, not my legs, not even the pain in my chest.

I can't die.

Not like this.

There was so much left undone, so much left unseen, unfelt. There were people I needed to protect, promises I had yet to fulfill.

As my consciousness began to slip away, my vision blurred into a haze of dark blues and greens. Through the murkiness, something massive loomed in the distance, cutting through the water with terrifying speed.

Something big was swimming straight toward me.

Great.

Eaten by a shark.

I closed my eyes, letting the darkness take me.

...

-

I had a dream.

It was unlike any dream I had ever experienced.

I saw myself—a bit older, and different in ways I couldn't quite define. Standing by my side were familiar faces: Layla, Miranda, Cleenah, Mary, and even Ephera. I couldn't make out her features, but it was her. It had to be her. She reached out a hand toward me, her voice calling my name, warmly with that smile of her.

Behind them, I saw more people-so many more. My family. My parents from both worlds stood together, united in a way that defied logic. Chloe and Elona were there too.

Elona was clinging to my arm like the spoiled sister she was.

Chloe was complaining to me about something pointing her finger to me before crossing her arms. What a tsundere sister she was though...

Oh...even Louisa was there...alive.

She nodded her head at me, showing me a smile I had rarely seen on her face.

My childhood friends filled the scene, their laughter ringing like distant echoes from a time I'd nearly forgotten. Friends from Earth-faces I hadn't seen in what felt like lifetimes- joined them.

And Naomi... Naomi was there too strangely maybe because of the guilt I felt toward her. She appeared as a child, frozen in time, the way she had been in my last memories of her. She was waving her hand at me.

And she was right. Slowly, the unbearable pain ebbed, receding like a tide. Her presence

seemed to absorb the agony, leaving a sense of peace in its wake. My tense body relaxed,

leaning into her embrace.

Moments passed, and finally, the pain disappeared entirely.

I exhaled shakily, exhaustion overtaking me. "Isn't it risky for you to hang around outside like

this?" I asked weakly, glancing back at her.

"..."

She didn't reply, her expression unreadable as arms remained securely around me.

"You saved me again, didn't you?" I asked.

"No," Cleenah said, shaking her head.

"Huh?" Confusion flickered across my face. "Then how am I still alive? The last thing I

remember is drowning and..." My voice trailed off as I struggled to recall the details, but my

memory was hazy, fragmented.

I mean I was drowning. Before Cleenah could respond, a figure appeared at the entrance of the rocky cave.

It was a girl, stepping in from the sea. Her blond hair clung to her face and shoulders, drenched from the water, and her light blue eyes shimmered like sunlight reflected on a calm

ocean.

She looked impossibly young-no older than twelve, I guessed. Yet there was something unearthly about her presence, something that set her apart from an ordinary child. When her gaze met mine, her light blue eyes widened in surprise, and she froze in place.

For a moment, we just stared at each other, neither of us daring to break the silence.

There was something strangely familiar about her. I couldn't place it. Was it real, or just a trick of my disoriented mind?

Her gaze wavered, her eyes quivering as though fighting back an unspoken emotion. Then,

she clenched her fists and spoke in a quiet voice.

"You're awake..." She muttered.

"Yeah..." I managed, pushing myself up with trembling arms. "You're the one who saved

me?"

I glanced around, noticing that Cleenah had disappeared. It wasn't unusual for her to vanish without a word, but her absence left me feeling oddly exposed.

The girl gave a small nod in response to my question. "Thanks," I said, tilting my head to study her. "But... who are you exactly?"

She didn't answer immediately.

Was she just someone swimming by who happened to spot me drowning? Or was there

something more to her sudden appearance?

Before I could press further, the girl reached for the hem of her wet dress and, to my utter shock, began removing it.

"Seriously?" I blurted, averting my gaze so quickly I nearly gave myself whiplash.

This had to be some sort of misunderstanding. I glanced at the rocky walls before the FBI

knocked on my doors, that was the typical comment that useless system Jarvis might have given. I shook my head, suppressing the thought.

Still, I couldn't help but notice something unsettlingly mature about her demeanor, despite

her youthful appearance.

And there was no denying her outstanding beauty for her young age. I had to admit I was

attracted to her but not that way at all. It wasn't the kind of attraction that stirred a man's heart toward a woman...it was something deeper that I couldn't quite define. When I cautiously glanced back, she was no longer undressed. She had slipped into what

looked like a simple nightgown, the fabric swaying as she moved. Without a word, she crossed the cave to a small fire pit that was already prepared and lit it.

The flames crackled to life, their warm glow reflecting in her eyes as she sat on a nearby rock.

For a moment, she stared into the fire, her features softened by its light.

Then, at last, she spoke.

"Vina."