In This Rebirth, The Male Lead Is Mine [BL]

Chapter 250: Irrational Rage (1)

The oblivion fire, capable of erasing every existence that touched upon it, submerged Epsilon within. It targeted the very soul, giving a tormenting pain that was beyond what a human could bear.

Epsilon’s shrieks enveloped the whole room, anyone who heard it would know how much of a torture he had been enduring. His sparkling purple eyes dimmed significantly, staring blankly into nowhere.

So many thoughts had crossed in Epsilon’s mind, and his resentment toward Kamille and Rise grew.

Regardless of Epsilon’s thoughts, Kamille merely watched him and continued to wait. While he had expected this, Kamille was still inwardly surprised.

Five minutes had passed, and Epsilon still continued to endure without any signs of giving up. Kamille knew his existence was unique to this world, and so he had not harbored hope that his fire would be able to erase him like the others.

It seemed his ’protagonist halo,’ as Rise put it, was far more incredible than he thought.

Kamille’s expression remained unchanged on the surface, but he was already solemn inside. Who had the greater urgency between them was clear to see.

Epsilon should have also known it. The tormenting pain wore out his mental state, but it made his thoughts more vivid. This was not an advantage but helped the torture instead. He could not faint even if he wanted to.

He looked up and met Kamille’s crimson pupils. Epsilon was forced to stop his shameful shrieks, followed by his agonizing laughter. The corner of his lips trickled into the corner of his lips, giving him a sinister image.

Kamille stared at him coldly.

Epsilon flashed a stiff yet provocative smirk.

’He deserves it’

Epsilon mouthed slowly.

Kamille’s expression darkened further. Killing intent slowly seeped from him. His eyes flashed murderously, and Epsilon’s provocative smile was wiped off his lips; his heart-wrenching shrieks continued.

With his emotions becoming agitated, the fire around them was affected, sensing the mood of their master. Epsilon’s eyes widened and looked at Kamille in shock.

He shrieked but eventually fell silent. Epsilon’s body began convulsing, and his mouth foamed with both saliva and blood. His eyes rolled to the back, and the despair and fear finally rooted inside him.

With a clear mind but the pain that was beyond anything anyone could handle, Epsilon almost wanted to beg Kamille, but he could not speak anymore.

His confidence in his identity began to wane. He knew he would not die, but that made it even more agonizing for him.

Kamille could not care less about his thoughts or well-being.

The fire continued to spread as eerie howls shrouded the room. His killing intent surged; Kamille stared at Epsilon calmly. However, his actions were anything but calm.

"Can’t I really kill you?" Kamille murmured. He did not hold back any longer. Since the man would not tell him where Rise was, there was no need to keep him.

He could investigate on his own. If he needed to flip this world upside down to see where they hid Rise, Kamille would not hesitate to do so.

Kamille also increased the wind surrounding the room and even spread toward the whole building. Everyone became alarmed, and this attracted the attention of everyone.

Kamille’s murderous intentions were finally acknowledged by the world itself. The sky turned dark as though the whole world was about to witness an unprecedented storm.

Kamille looked up and felt an oppression imposed upon him. His body rooted where he stood, and the howl of the fire became louder, both from pain and reluctance.

The wind around gradually turned sharp, and some of them went out of Kamille’s control. The two forces met and clashed, causing the building to become more chaotic.

"You’re angry that I’ll kill the protagonist." Despite the restriction on him, Kamille calmly spoke without any difficulty.

Black veins appeared on the bottom of his eyes, stretching to his cheek. His crimson pupils glinted dangerously. He extended his mana, and Epsilon suddenly screamed.

The oppression on Kamille sharply increased as though something was provoked. Kamille sneered.

"Can you really stop me from killing him?"

Kamille looked down at Epsilon. He ignored his stiff movements or the cracks that began appearing on his body, and a sword appeared in his hand.

If the fire could not do anything, then he would stab him countless times until he could not bleed anymore. If that was not enough, disremembering him could do too.

At this moment, more than his rationality, his emotions had completely taken over Kamille. His urgency and anxiety about Rise’s whereabouts compelled him not to think further and do anything he could to find Rise.

The world seemed to become enraged by his provocations. Kamille’s movements, already heavily restricted, gradually became harder to move, even holding the sword needed most of his concentration.

"Annoying." Kamille ignored it. The wind he commanded was soon taken over, and sharp wind blades pointed at him.

Although his wind barrier was removed, no one could enter the room yet, as the wind only increased when the world, enraged by Kamille’s actions, took over it.

Every slight movement needed Kamille’s great concentration. His jaw clenched, the black veins on his face now stretched to his neck. He had no choice but to recall the black fire.

Epsilon stopped screeching, but he occasionally twitched, his mind almost broken from the pain. His blood stained the floor, and Kamille’s desire to slaughter him grew.

"Where is Rise?" Kamille asked. It could be toward Epsilon or the world itself. His bloodshot eyes gleamed, he bit his lips, and slowly raised the sword.

His grip on it was too hard. Kamille’s blood on the hilt trickled to the floor. Most of his insides were also grumbling from the pressure of the restrictions.

The wind breezed past him, but unlike his wind, it was not to heed his order; instead, blood streamed down Kamille’s cheek from a straight wound.

Epsilon’s eyelids twitched as though about to wake up. Kamille’s jaw tightened, and with all the strength he could muster, he pointed the sword at Epsilon and stabbed him in the chest.

Epsilon’s mouth parted, and his eyes opened. He blinked in a daze, and blood gushed out of his mouth. Kamille was under heavy pressure, and he was almost bent forward; their eyes met.

Kamille twisted the sword indifferently. Epsilon’s face contorted in pain. "Y-You..."

"Where... is Rise?" Kamille repeated, and blood also gushed out of his mouth, trickling down his jaw. Upon looking closely, several wind spears were embedded in Kamille’s back, piercing his chest.

Yet, there was not a slight sense of pain in his face. He was only looking down coldly at Epsilon, word stabbing his chest and asking him about Rise’s whereabouts.

Epsilon’s resentment overtook him, even numbing the pain of both his chest wound and the torture Kamille inflicted on his very soul.

"Why...? I’m your destined one, Kamille," Epsilon whispered. "You’re supposed to be mine." Tears sprang in his eyes, stemming from resentment. "Why him? Why Rise! Kamille, you are supposed to be mine!"

Kamille looked down on him emotionlessly and twisted the sword once more. Epsilon’s mouth parted, and he coughed blood.

"I told you. Don’t say his name." Kamille’s blood trickled down the floor, and his face paled. Both of them were actually in the same situation.

Their hearts were pierced, but they still had the time to talk. The world had not retreated, calmly watching them.

Epsilon glared at Kamille with hatred. However, he could not utter an insult against Rise even if he wanted to. He felt weak, and the pain in his chest returned.

Kamille did not leave him and asked once more.

"If you don’t want to die, tell me where Rise is."

Epsilon remained tight-lipped. Kamille’s eyes ferociously glinted, and the mana around him grew more sinister. His intentions were once more perceived by the world, and another set of wind blades became embedded in his back.

Kamille bit his lips and swallowed the blood that was about to come out of his mouth. His right eye had completely turned crimson. He gripped the hilt of his sword and, with force, pulled it before he stabbed Epsilon again.

Epsilon gasped, eyes widening at Kamille.

Kamille stared at him, madness and rage shredded his rationality. He did not even frown at the weakness and pain he was experiencing. Just as he was about to pull out the sword again, a familiar voice whispered in his ear.

[If you kill Epsilon, this world will reset.]

Then followed by a laugh, which made Kamille frown for the first time today.

[Do it, Kamille. Do me a favor and kill Epsilon.]