The Lustful Villain: Every Milfs and Gilfs are Mine!

The hall had gone very quiet again.

Gelion apparently took the quiet as attentiveness, because he kept going.

"I want to be clear that adjacent isn’t a negative designation," he said. "Most people are adjacent to the significant events of their era."

"Well, in fact... that’s statistically normal because the issue is when someone who is adjacent to a situation starts making decisions as though they’re central to it, because that introduces variables that the people who are actually running the operation haven’t accounted for."

"And that’s what you think I’m doing," Rex said.

"That’s what you’re doing right now, yes," Gelion said, displaying the patience of someone who is trying to explain a diagram to someone who is almost grasping the concept. "You entered this situation, physically rearranged Mordecai’s guard setup, conducted an interrogation of his council, and now you’re trying to redirect an operation that has been in development for fourteen months—all because two people you have a personal connection to are in a cave system."

"I understand why that feels urgent to you... but from where I’m standing, you’re a variable that walked in from the surface and started applying leverage to a structure you don’t fully understand, and you’re doing it with the confidence of someone who is used to being the most important person in any room they walk into."

"I’m not saying you’re wrong to care about something you call goals," Gelion said. "But, as a matter of fact... I’m saying that caring about your goals even if it’s related to the future of the Underlayer doesn’t make you the protagonist of this situation."

"Come on, chief... enough with acting tough and being the center of everything that’s related to you!" Gelion pointed at himself. "Let me... make the Underlayer GREAT again."

He expressed himself as if he believed he was providing clarity, not out of malice but with a specific, exhausting conviction. It was the kind of confidence that comes from someone who has convinced themselves that precision equates to correctness and has crafted their entire identity around that belief.

"What I have in mind about this operation has a scope," Gelion said. "And it seems like... you’re not in the scope."

"Get to the point," Rex said with a low tone. "Are you the reason why they were able to find The Key of underlayer?"

"Yes, and I can’t wait for the path to be opened for the surface so that we all can get ready and destroy them without a trace!" Gelion starts to pose happily while showing his smug face. "We’re monsters, and we’re not scared!"

"See?! How’s my act!? A true main character who’s a slime that has rational thinking, right?!"

There was a sound in the hall. It wasn’t a loud noise.

After thinking about what Gelion had just said and realizing its implications, about forty monsters took a deep breath simultaneously.

"You’re fucking dead..."

Rex crossed the room in three steps.

"What was that—"

He moved in a way that combined walking with a more efficient method to close the distance. Then, he punched Gelion in the face, using the full mechanical weight of a body trained for impact long enough that the motion was completely automatic.

BAMMMMM!

The impact was real.

Gelion went through the wall on the side of the hall.

Not in a figurative sense. The stone wall cracked upon impact, and Gelion’s body crashed through, tumbling into the outside hallway amidst the debris and dust of approximately three hundred kilograms of shattered stonework.

Gelion staggered back, his expression shifting from surprise to fury. The other monsters watched in a mix of awe and dread, knowing that a fight had just escalated beyond words.

Rex was already on the move when the dust settled.

He stepped through the hole he had just made and looked down at Gelion in the hallway. Gelion was already getting back up with the kind of speed that proved the slime was underneath the human presentation.

"What the fuck... WHAT! THE! FUUCCCKKKK!!!" Gelion screamed. "YOU DARE FUCK WITH ME NOW—"

Rex teleported in front of him, delivering two quick punches that struck Gelion before he could regain his balance. The second blow was powerful enough to send Gelion crashing through the outer archway of the corridor and out into the open street of Castle Nocturna’s external plaza.

Rex stepped through the archway and into the night air of the Underlayer.

The plaza was filled with various creatures, including demons, non-demon races, and administrative staff bustling between the outer buildings of Castle Nocturna.

They all halted when a figure burst through an archway of the castle at a swift pace, followed closely by another individual whose expression instantly cleared a space around them.

Gelion landed in the plaza’s center section and came up in a crouch, and the human presentation was already showing stress fractures. The surface of his skin had developed the specific translucency that happened when a slime’s structural integrity was being pushed and the biological mimic layer was no longer the priority.

Rex walked over to him and said, "You want to talk about stakeholder groups?"

"SHUT UP!!!" Gelion stepped on the guard so hard until it cracked. "It’s over being a nice guy now... I really am going to fuck you up real good!"

"You should calm down," Rex said. "You’re coming across like a whiny kid who thinks he knows everything but, in reality... doesn’t know a single thing."

"CALM DOWN?!" Gelion’s voice cracked at the edge, the human mimicry losing its smoothness, vowels stretching into something that didn’t quite belong to a throat. "You walked into MY operation. MY fourteen months. MY network. And you think you can just—JUST—"

"Yes."

The single word fell flat. It offered no argument, and it provided no explanation.

That made it worse.

"Do you have any idea?" Gelion said, his voice dropping into something that vibrated at a register slightly below comfortable. "What I have sacrificed to get this far?!"

"What I’ve built? The people I’ve moved? The pieces I’ve put in place over a YEAR AND A HALF while the surface was busy sending its apostles down here to dismantle everything we are—"

"I know," Rex said. "Keep going."

"Don’t do that." Gelion’s outer layer flickered. "Don’t stand there and be reasonable with me!!!"

"Don’t make that face...! You don’t get to be calm right now after FUCKING punching me out of nowhere!"

"You don’t get to be calm when I am—"

"When you are what?"

The question sat in the air between them.

Gelion’s jaw worked. The translucency in his skin had spread to his hands now, fingers going gray-blue at the edges where the biological layer was pulling resources elsewhere, indicating a severe depletion of his health and vitality due to the stress of the situation.

"You embarrassed me," he finally admitted. "Back there. In front of FUCKING everyone."

"More like you’re embarrassing yourself," Rex said, without cruelty, which was somehow worse. "I just did what I had to do."

"I didn’t see you at all back when I first arrived... and now it seems like there are a lot of reincarnators here who act like they’re tough and smart."

"I will fucking take you apart," Gelion said. His voice had gone very quiet, and the quiet was more honest than the shouting had been. "Piece by piece...!"

"I will find every person you’ve ever cared about in the Underlayer, and I will make sure that your involvement here costs them something they cannot recover from."

"That is not a threat, but that is what I called a schedule!"

Rex looked at him for a moment.

"Are you done?"

"I HAVEN’T STARTED—"

"Good."

Gelion created a working with his hands that did not involve fire, wind, or any other element Rex had encountered before. It was something with the ancient frequency band that Pavellia had talked about.

It was a primordial-class working that hit Rex’s telekinetic field and spread it out in a way that normal workings did not, causing a ripple effect that altered the usual dynamics of his abilities.

Rex felt the field momentarily lose its precise edge.

He adjusted.

The telekinesis was at full potential, and adjusting did not equate to stopping.

He brought up a second layer and walked into the primordial class working the way a person walks into a strong wind, with resistance and forward movement, and grabbed Gelion’s outstretched arm with the telekinetic field at a level of grip that the biological mimic layer was not built to resist.

When Gelion pulled the arm in, the human form came with it. This meant that the slime below it was choosing to flow instead of resist. Suddenly, Rex was holding nothing because the arm had moved to a different part of the body.

The Foresight warned about it before it happened.

Before the mass finished reorganizing, Rex already knew where the slime form’s attack was going. He stepped to the left and used telekinesis to spread the slime mass in a way that created the sensation of a sudden change in pressure hitting the liquid, causing the outer edge to spread rather than stick together.

Gelion reformed two meters back, and the human form was mostly gone now. There was a shape in the plaza that was about the size of a person but was made of a grey-blue see-through material.

It moved with a semblance of life, yet it wasn’t alive in the traditional sense. It functioned as a singular entity, organizing itself rather than resembling a collection of cells working in concert.

He was larger than the human form and denser.

"Disgusting piece of gooey shit!"