Villain: Supreme Parasite System in Another World-Chapter 37: Killer vs Executioner 2

Out of nowhere, he saw his body from a third-person view.

He didn’t know if it was real or just his mind imagining things.

And he didn’t care.

Survival came first.

The room stretched around him in sharp detail. Broken walls. Floating dust. Flickers of light cutting through the gaps.

Every movement below looked slower, cleaner, as if the world had been stripped of noise.

He saw Lex too—standing a few meters away—and the way his hand locked tightly around the spear.

It was a surreal feeling. The closest comparison was how 360-degree vehicle sensors mapped the surroundings—every angle tracked, every movement registered, the space around him unfolding all at once.

Lex took a step forward.

The floor cracked under him.

But the debris didn’t scatter.

Instead, the broken pieces lifted and hovered around his feet, suspended in place as if the air itself had turned dense—like a magnetic field holding everything in orbit around him.

Yet in his current state, Francis caught something he would have missed before.

The pressure wasn’t coming from Lex alone.

It came from the spear.

A faint resonance pulsed from the weapon at a specific frequency, spreading outward through the space.

It was subtle—so subtle he would have overlooked it under normal conditions.

"I don’t know which sewer you came from, but don’t expect a quick death." Killing intent spread from him, filling the space between them.

He closed the last few meters without rushing. The pressure kept building, heavier with every step.

Then —

The spear twitched in his hand. A split second later, the air ruptured as the strike tore straight for the head.

But, to Lex’s surprise, Francis avoided it.

No. He knew it was something beyond a simple dodge.

He pulled his spear back and unleashed a rapid chain of thrusts—driving forward, then snapping back, again and again—probing, testing, trying to confirm his suspicion.

Francis managed to dodge them, his third-person perception giving him just enough allowance to read each strike. But it cost him—each movement drained him a little more.

He didn’t become complacent. He knew his opponent was still holding back, only using basic attacks.

’Now!’

Francis spotted an opening and shot backward, his speed spiking to 200 km per hour—fast enough to catch Lex off guard.

’Forty seconds... I’ve got forty seconds before my Berserk Mode ends.’

The truth was, he had already used his trump card when he dodged the first attack. It was the only way his body could move fast enough to follow his commands.

Even before reaching this strange state of clarity, he had already planned to use "Berserk Mode" if he got cornered. The Zone didn’t change his intent—it only expanded his options.

Using his expanded perception, he began to navigate the area while Lex gave chase, tearing through wall after wall in pursuit.

Gone was the agent’s restraint. He was furious after being played. He never expected his target to reach that kind of speed.

And what was worse was that whenever he closed in, Francis would leap and change direction midair as if he had propellers, widening the gap between them even further.

If only he could use his more powerful attacks—but this was a residential building. Casualties would skyrocket if he wasn’t careful.

"Stop running!" he roared, more to drive the civilians away from his path than anything else.

Finally, he caught up as Francis reached a shared bathroom lined with multiple cubicles.

Lex already knew what was coming—the escape route, the hole, the final attempt to slip away.

"This is the end!"

Lex tightened his grip on the spear. Without breaking his momentum, the weapon began to vibrate faster.

Then he broke suddenly, skidding hard as he used the abrupt stop to load his entire body weight into the throw. That was the real secret behind his devastating attack.

His spear shot into the air and vanished from view, spinning with rotational force.

ZZZZZZZ!

The strike drilled straight through everything in its path, erasing the bathroom floor and everything ahead of it. It kept pushing deeper and deeper, only stopping forty feet underground.

When things subsided, a dark hole large enough for three people hissed with smoke, its edges still glowing faintly from the heat.

Lex stood motionless in front of it. His hand twitched, and the spear shot back into his grip.

Then he jumped into the hole.

Thud!

He landed inside what looked like part of the building underground maintenance system.

What he saw were mangled worm parts—scales, torn flesh, and a head still embedded in the impact site. There was no doubt left. His target was dead.

"Damn it..."

His grip tightened on the spear. His jaw clenched. The veins near his temple pulsed as frustration built up instead of relief.

It was too clean. Too quick.

The beast who killed his brother was supposed to suffer. Not end like this.

He even doubted it felt pain, judging by how fast his attack was.

Closing his eyes, he controlled his breathing, and the invisible aura that coated him slowly shrank back into his body. The glow in his eyes dimmed as well.

Although the chase lasted longer than he expected, it barely drained his stamina—showing just how overwhelming his power was, even by Special Category standards.

He turned his attention to the worm’s head. It was mangled beyond recognition, but he still pierced it with his spear before leaving the area.

When he climbed up, other Defense Force agents were already at the scene. But instead of cheers, they looked at Lex with disappointment, some even showing disgust.

Samantha ran straight at him.

Before he could say anything, her hand snapped across his face.

SMACK!

The sound cut through the air. His head turned slightly from the force, silence settling in for a second right after the impact.

"Do you know what you just did? Six civilians died because of your impulsiveness!"

Lex faced her, his expression blank. Something in him felt worn down, like a part had already broken and never healed.

"They’re just collateral damage. There’s no need to make a big deal out of it."

SMACK!

Samantha struck him again. The sound echoed harder this time.

"You." Her voice shook. "Are you really going to destroy your legacy and your career because of one beast?"

"That beast killed my only brother. And why are you even concerned about what I do? Just go back to the main branch. Your job here is done."

She bit her lip in frustration and turned away.

But before she could take a single step, her whole body tensed.

Not just her—Lex instinctively raised his guard as well.

"What are you four doing here?" she almost stuttered, eyes locked on the four figures who had suddenly appeared. She knew them well.

The Four Horsemen of Branch 002.

"Lieutenant Samantha, I advise you to leave this place right away."

A blonde man with a devilishly handsome face stepped forward. A broad sword hung at his waist, its blade etched with white and silver patterns.

Although he looked harmless at first glance, Samantha knew better.

"I will ask you again. What are you doing here? This sector is outside your jurisdiction."