A Psychopath Reborn as a Third-rate Villain

The western passage was filled with smoke.

Valeria Draven moved through it without slowing, her boots crunching over broken stone. Distant sounds of battle echoed from several directions, but she ignored them. Counting the remaining demons would only waste time.

A scream cut through the smoke ahead.

Her expression hardened.

She rounded the corner and found three instructors retreating down a damaged corridor. One clutched his side. Another supported a student whose leg was badly injured. Behind them, a demon dragged its claws across the walls, carving deep grooves into the stone.

Its body was covered in overlapping dark plates. Thick horns curved from its forehead, and its right arm had transformed into a jagged blade of hardened bone and blackened metal. The plates shifted slightly with every movement, interlocking like living armor.

The demon noticed her at once. It released the instructor it had been pursuing and turned fully toward her.

”Move,” Valeria ordered the retreating group. ”Get the student to safety.”

One instructor hesitated. ”Professor, that thing—”

”Do I look like I need you to explain what it is?”

The man swallowed and hurried away with the others.

Valeria stepped into the center of the corridor and drew her sword.

The demon’s mouth twisted into a grin.

”You’re staying behind? How brave.”

She did not answer. Her gaze traveled over the dense plating and the bladed arm. The armor was not static—it adjusted, redistributing slightly whenever the demon shifted its weight.

A faint smile appeared on her face.

The demon charged.

Its bladed arm swept horizontally toward her neck. Valeria leaned back just enough to let it pass, then stepped forward and cut toward its ribs. The sword struck the dark plates with a sharp metallic ring. Sparks scattered across the corridor, but the blade only left a shallow mark.

The demon twisted and brought its other fist down. Valeria withdrew before the blow could crush her. The fist smashed into the floor, shattering stone and sending dust into the air.

She landed lightly a few steps away.

The demon looked at the shallow mark on its armor.

”That was your attack?”

Valeria glanced at the mark, then laughed—a short, delighted sound that seemed entirely out of place amid the destruction.

”Good. Your hide is tougher than it looks.” She rolled her shoulder, settling into a looser stance. ”I was worried this would be boring.”

Dark mana surged through the creature’s body. The plates across its torso thickened, density shifting toward the areas she had targeted. The bladed arm grew denser, its edge sharpening further.

It lunged again, faster than before.

Valeria met it head-on. Her sword intercepted the bladed arm and redirected it away from her body. She stepped inside its reach, drove her knee into its abdomen, and cut toward the joint beneath its shoulder.

This time the blade bit deeper.

Black blood splashed across the floor.

The demon roared and struck her across the side. The impact threw her into the wall hard enough to crack the stone behind her. Pain flared through her ribs, sharp and immediate. She pushed herself away from the wall a moment later, breathing harder. A thin line of blood ran from the corner of her mouth.

She touched it with her thumb.

The smile returned.

”Now we’re getting somewhere.”

The demon stared at her.

”You enjoy this?”

”Of course. What’s the point of becoming strong if you never meet anything worth fighting?”

It snarled and attacked with both arms.

Valeria gave ground deliberately, retreating through the corridor while reading its movements. The bladed arm swept toward her waist. The other fist smashed into the walls and floor around her. She slipped aside from the blade, cut across its wrist, then withdrew again.

Every solid hit she landed caused the plates to shift. Density flowed toward the point of impact, hardening the area before her sword could fully penetrate. It was not true regeneration, but it made direct attacks inefficient.

She needed to force it to overcommit.

She attacked the injured shoulder again.

The demon reacted at once, turning its body to shield the wound while sweeping its bladed arm across in a wide defensive arc. The motion left its right side briefly exposed.

Valeria moved inside the arc instead of retreating.

The blade tore through the fabric of her sleeve and left a shallow cut across her upper arm. She ignored it. Her sword drove into the demon’s exposed side, forcing the armor to shift too late.

The creature howled and tried to wrench itself away. Valeria twisted the blade before pulling it free, then struck its knee hard. The demon staggered. Before it could recover, she kicked its leg out from beneath it and forced it down onto one knee.

It slammed its fist against the floor, trying to push itself upright. Valeria planted her boot against its shoulder and drove it back down.

Its roar shook dust from the ceiling.

Dark mana erupted from its body. The plates covering its torso thickened further as density rushed to protect the damaged areas. Its bladed arm swung upward in a desperate attempt to cut through her leg. Valeria jumped back.

The demon rose unsteadily. Blood ran from the wounds along its side and shoulder. The confidence in its expression had vanished, replaced by fury.

It gathered mana into its bladed arm. The weapon grew longer, the jagged edge extending until it nearly touched the opposite wall. The armor around its shoulder and chest locked into place, denser than before.

Valeria’s smile widened.

”There it is.”

The demon lunged with everything it had.

She watched its feet. The first step was heavy. The second carried its weight too far forward. By the third, its injured knee had begun to buckle under the locked density of its own armor.

She moved.

Her sword struck the bladed arm near its base, redirecting the attack just enough for it to scrape past her shoulder. She continued forward, closing the distance before the demon could bring its other arm around.

The armor had committed too much density to the front. The underside of its jaw was less protected.

Her blade entered cleanly.

For an instant the creature froze.

Valeria leaned closer.

”You were strong enough to make this interesting.”

She twisted her sword.

”Unfortunately, you weren’t strong enough to win.”

She withdrew the blade and stepped aside.

The demon collapsed heavily onto the floor. Its dark mana flickered, then faded. The plates covering its body loosened and cracked as the life left it, density bleeding away until only lifeless armor remained.

Valeria watched until she was certain it would not rise again. Then she wiped her sword against a torn strip of the demon’s armor.

Her injuries throbbed. The cut on her arm continued to bleed, and her ribs protested with every deeper breath. She ignored them.

A crash echoed from farther down the passage.

Valeria turned toward the sound. The smile disappeared, replaced by the sharp, focused expression her students knew from the training grounds.

There were still people to protect.

She started forward, then paused beside the dead demon for half a second.

”For what it’s worth,” she murmured, ”you weren’t completely disappointing.”

She left it behind and disappeared into the smoke.

The academy was still burning with battle.

And Valeria had no intention of letting the demons enjoy it alone.