Villain: Supreme Parasite System in Another World-Chapter 36: Killer vs Executioner 1

On top of a building, a figure stood at the edge of the rooftop. Wind swept toward him, but split apart before it could touch the body, as if an invisible force was constantly in place around him.

Ten stories below, the road had been driven straight through. The attack came down like a verdict — one clean strike — and where asphalt used to be there was now a crater so deep the bottom was just darkness.

"So you dodged that."

Lex’s face remained motionless, but anger burned in his eyes. His gaze locked onto one thing—his brother’s killer.

Although it was small and fast, his perception perfectly captured its movement.

"You think you can escape from me?" he sneered as he stepped off the ledge.

His fall turned into acceleration, air snapping violently behind him as his speed kept climbing—eighty, ninety, one hundred kilometers per hour.

Without slowing his descent, he reached his arm downward.

His embedded spear waited, buried deep into the destroyed asphalt like a marker of death.

Then, his hand slid around the shaft. Metal scraped faintly as his grip locked in with perfect timing.

Instead of crashing directly, he twisted midair. The aerial maneuver redirected his fall, turning the drop into a powerful landing.

THUD!

The ground cracked beneath his feet as he ripped the weapon free in one go, concrete fracturing outward from the force.

"I’ll make you suffer slowly."

From a dead stop, he blurred to sixty in two seconds, then kept accelerating until he tore across the street at 130 kilometers per hour.

Francis sensed the rapidly closing danger and veered toward the nearest building, smashing through the door without slowing.

He triggered Parashift. Eyes formed along his back and sides, spreading out in a full 360-degree view. They snapped open, feeding him every angle at once and letting him decide where to move in an instant.

It was a skill he rarely used, but one he trained in during his free time for moments like this—and it paid off.

He moved fast.

Stairs, dead ends, anything that could slow him down—he stripped them from his route.

No wasted motion. Only direct paths.

Then he cut straight into the corridor.

His target was the basement. A route formed in his head, stripped of everything unnecessary.

Concrete walls blurred past as he moved deeper into the structure, every turn already chosen before he reached it.

He sensed danger again and moved at once, tail striking the ground as he shot left.

ZZZZZ!

A blue beam ripped through the air where his body had been a heartbeat ago. It carved a glowing line through the wall, heat screaming off the impact

Thud!

His scales scraped the edge of a landing as he corrected his fall, but he didn’t have time to curse or react.

A single thought cut through his mind.

’So it’s the spear user.’

Before executing his bold plan, he had already run through multiple bad outcomes in his mind.

To think he landed one of the worst-case scenarios.

However, Francis didn’t get angry. He knew he had killed Lex’s brother. Revenge was only natural.

Right or wrong had nothing to do with this encounter.

The only question left was who held the stronger will to see their desire through to the end.

’Resent me all you want, but I’ll kill your brother over and over if it gives me even a very slim chance to see my daughters again.’

BOOM!

Walls shattered one after another as Lex moved, carving a direct path through the building. He had already received confirmation through his comms that this place was abandoned.

"Keep running!" His voice cracked with rage.

He wasn’t even sure if Francis could understand him. He just shouted anyway, letting everything spill out—anger, grief, and the weight of his brother’s death turning each word higher than the last.

Francis didn’t care. He rerouted instantly, cutting through another path.

The chase continued, and Lex followed like a bulldozer in overdrive, tearing through anything that stood between them.

Every collapse forced new openings.

Every opening removed Francis’s options.

’This is getting more dangerous. If I carelessly enter a tight hole, my movement will be limited. And if that attack lands on me... I’m dead.’

He wasn’t exaggerating. He was just stating cold facts.

The gap between them was too wide in the present. It was like trapping a flyweight against a superheavyweight—no matter how fast the lighter one moved, one clean hit would end it.

If not for Francis using the environment, he would have already been caught.

Francis slipped through another spaces, scales scraping across the floor as he changed direction.

Behind him, Lex kept closing the structure itself.

Boom after boom echoed through the floor as walls fell apart, turning corridors into open lanes.

’I need to find a solution fast.’

He barely finished the thought when a light flickered across the opposite building, visible through the window.

crack!

He leapt toward it and crashed straight into what looked like an apartment room.

’Humans!’

This was the opening he had been waiting for.

Lex didn’t fire another powerful attack due to the presence of civilians. He just vaulted through the broken window, choosing pursuit for the time being.

Inside the room, the people panicked.

They backed away in fear, pressing themselves into the corners, eyes wide as they took in the sudden intrusion.

Lex didn’t spare them a glance. He looked more annoyed than anything.

Unfortunately for him, his target used the moment to widen the distance between them.

"Track him down," Lex spoke into the comms.

Whoever he was talking to reacted quickly.

Suddenly, Francis felt the same sensation he had when a scanner locked onto him.

This time, it was stronger.

Far stronger.

A bad feeling rose in his chest, but he didn’t slow down.

BOOM!

A wall exploded outward.

Francis slid to a hard stop, body scraping against the floor as he looked up.

Lex was already there, cutting off his path.

A vein twitched near Lex’s temple as his grip on the spear tightened.

"So you’re the pest that killed my brother..."

The second those words left his mouth, the air around him changed.

It wasn’t just pressure in a feeling sense.

It was real.

Francis was rooted in place, as if an invisible hand pressed down on his body, slowing even his heartbeat.

’He’s too strong for the current me.’

Now facing his opponent head-on, he realized that whatever image he built of Lex still wasn’t enough to match the real thing.

It was a bold statement coming from an operative as cautious and detail-focused as Francis, but he couldn’t deny it.

Just looking at those glowing blue eyes made every cell in his body twitch.

If impending death had a feeling, this was the closest to it.

However, instead of fear or feeling trapped, Francis’s mind reached clarity.

The rush of adrenaline and the threat of death pushed him into a state he had only reached when he was still human.

In his operative years, they called it "The Zone."

Time slowed for him, and his multiple eyes intensified the effect of his current condition.

click!

Something in his consciousness snapped into place.