The Villainous Noble Regressed With The Villain System
Chapter 43: Class Division Exam [35]

Chapter 43: Class Division Exam [35]

ACT 10 : THE CONFINEMENT

"Don’t fear~my dear ,cause I am here."

That... was the worst musical entrance I’d ever heard.

But I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the most terrifying one too.

The mist shivered.

The naked vampire—turned.

For the first time, the smug confidence in his eyes... cracked.

Out of the blue mist walked a single figure.

Black armor hugged his tall frame, silver runes pulsing across its surface like veins of lightning.

A long cape dragged behind him, stitched in stars.

His face? Calm. Almost bored. Like he showed up to a family reunion he didn’t want to attend.

But the worst part?

The air didn’t just hum. It screamed.

With every step he took, the dungeon cracked under his feet—walls twisting, reality buckling slightly, like the world had to make room for him.

I had a few ideas who he might be, but wasn’t able to pinpoint.

Nevertheless, apart from his crappy entry, the power he exuded was the real deal.

Even I was feeling kind of dread, just from his presence.

Boom.

The naked vampire blurred, disappearing in a ripple of red light.

The knight didn’t move.

But an invisible wall—no, a concept—intercepted the vampire mid-attack.

He was slammed sideways by something I couldn’t see, crashing through the wall with a deafening roar. The dungeon ceiling above fractured, sending stones and debris into the air... that never hit the ground.

Time itself had slowed around the human knight like a reversed whirlpool.

> "Spatial seals?" the naked vampire scoffed, blood trailing from his mouth.

> "No," the knight replied flatly, "Reality edits."

His voice was like gravel poured over obsidian.

And with that, the battle truly began.

The vampire launched upward, his arms spiraling into dozens of bloodied whips, each forming grotesque serpents, lashing out with terrifying precision. Crimson glyphs blazed behind him, lighting the cavern in demonic red.

The knight raised his hand—

And wrote in the air.

Golden characters formed midair—script I couldn’t recognize—yet the moment they appeared, the very rules of the dungeon twisted.

One word.

And half the vampire’s spell unraveled.

The serpents turned to smoke mid-air, and the remaining ones got crushed by invisible force—like someone had clicked ’undo’ on existence itself.

I blinked.

What the hell was that?

Even the naked vampire looked confused.

> "You’re... editing spells?"

The knight tilted his head.

> "No."

> "I’m editing possibility."

And then he moved.

With a clack of his boots, he vanished—appearing mid-air, above the vampire, his hand glowing with pure, raw law.

The vampire swung up his claws—only to find himself falling instead.

Gravity had inverted.

And then reversed again.

And again.

And again.

The vampire was bouncing off invisible planes, like a fly stuck inside a cube-shaped prison made of broken physics.

I would’ve laughed.

But I couldn’t even breathe.

Finally, the vampire roared in fury.

> "ENOUGH!"

His body expanded, veins glowing red-hot, and a blood moon formed above us. I’d seen some dramatic spells in my life, but this?

The moon blinked.

An actual eye—vertical, slitted, dripping blood.

It gazed down on us, and the world began to melt.

Stone bled. Sound warped. I swear I saw my own heartbeat dripping from the ceiling.

The knight didn’t flinch.

Instead, he—

Flipped a coin.

Just a silver coin, nothing more.

It spun mid-air once—

And then the blood moon popped like a soap bubble.

Silence returned.

The naked vampire hit the ground, coughing, his body flickering—like he couldn’t hold his form.

> "What... are you?" he wheezed.

The knight, for the first time, unsheathed a weapon.

Not a sword.

A pen.

He began writing again—symbols glowing in front of him like commandments being etched into the fabric of the world.

The vampire shrieked and lunged—

Too slow.

The script completed.

A glowing sigil formed beneath the vampire, dragging him down with chains made of ink and light. His body screamed, tore, thrashed—like a god being sucked into a parchment.

> "You... you dare seal me?! You mortal scum—!"

The knight didn’t respond.

He simply pressed his boot against the air—

And the vampire was gone.

Bound.

Imprisoned.

Reality snapped back into place.

And we all could breathe again.

I collapsed, finally able to move. Monica fell to her knees beside me, panting.

The knight turned toward us.

His bored expression hadn’t changed.

He reached into his pocket... and pulled out a small notebook.

He jotted something down.

Then spoke.

> "No witnesses beyond this point."

My eyes widened.

Wait—

He raised a finger.

> "Kidding."

He actually smirked.

Then vanished, fading into the mist like a ghost that never belonged here.

.....What the hell just happened?

I think I know him now, from the skills he used.

The mist began to thin.

Like a curtain slowly falling after the end of a grand, violent opera.

The dungeon, once howling and pulsing with madness, now felt hollow. No more red mist. No more blood moons. No vibrating laws of reality being rewritten.

Just silence.

The kind of silence that follows after thunder and screaming—heavy, exhausted, a little unreal.

The vampire woman—the Radiata One—was gone.

She must’ve fled while the naked one was being sealed. Smart. If I were in her position, I’d have run too.

The Class Division Exam, at long last, was over.

The others?

Scattered. Fainted. Lost. Maybe still trapped in other zones of this nightmare. But here, in this broken central chamber, only two of us remained.

Just Monica and me.

She was kneeling, still in partial beast form. Her hair matted, her golden eyes dimmed, her breathing ragged. The powerful solar lioness of the Croft family... reduced to something fragile.

Human.

I slowly walked over, holding my side where that invisible cut still ached.

Neither of us said anything at first.

We just stared at the place where the knight vanished, where the battle had felt like a clash between reality and myth.

"...Was that guy even real?" I muttered.

Monica looked up, eyes dazed. Then, surprisingly, she chuckled—a dry, tired sound. "I don’t know. If he was, then I’m definitely quitting magic and becoming a florist."

I smirked. "Don’t. You’d probably set the flowers on fire."

She rolled her eyes, but didn’t deny it.

The silence stretched again, this time a little more comfortable.

"...You saved me," she said suddenly.

I blinked. "Technically, I stalled the enemy while someone else saved us. Not very heroic."

".....Thank you.", Monica said with a gentle expression, looking directly at me.

Was it a genuine gratitude?

Or was it just in my mind?

I would doubt it till the end of my life.

Because, I have already lost faith in others.

And probably in myself too.

As I was starting to leave, I heard Monica muttering something inaudible.

"....."

"What? Did you say something?", I asked in confusion.

"...Can you stay here a bit longer?"

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Author’s Note :

Please comment down your thoughts on the story so far.

We are moving towards the ending of this arc. The real encounter is yet to happen.

Next - ACT 11 : THE RETURNED LAMB AND A QUEST

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