Reincarnated in a novel: I am the villain!

Walking into the sewers, the atmosphere quickly changed

The warning sign faded into the gloom behind them as they stepped into the true underbelly of the sanctuary.

The environment was claustrophobic. The ceiling was low, lined with rusted pipes that leaked neon-green alchemy runoff.

The floor was slick with sludge that hissed faintly as it touched their boots.

However, for this level of filth, Damien had long since been prepared.

Although the zero mask he wore was purely decorative, and didn’t have any air filter qualities, but at someone at his level, blocking out his senses was more than easy

At least he went it came to the rancid smell of abyss waste, he couldn’t percive much of it.

’Incredible,’ Damien thought, his chest expanding

With every step he took, the fact that he was now still played as a shock to him

Thanks to the massive amount of Dp he spent, no longer was he the same as when the air, heavy with sulfur and concentrated Abyss Mana would have burned his lungs like acid.

He would have needed to circulate Isabelle’s mana constantly just to survive.

Now?