I Am The Game's Villain Chapter 527: [Event] [Elven Utopian War] [66] Nyrel Loyster



Obviously if Amael was there.

Nyrel Loyster was there as well.

He looked exactly as I rembered myself after Ephera's intervention, his posture poised, his green eyes locked onto mine with clear lack of emotions.

I was familiar with that gaze.

Thanks to Ephera, I finally was able to et people's gazes directly again, breaking the habit of avoidance. However, the deep-seated distrust I had accumulated after facing betrayals and countless traps was still painfully visible in these green eyes.

Amael chuckled suddenly. "Why aren't you saying anything, Nyr? I thought you were only awkward around girls."

His jab felt like a direct hit. I groaned, feeling targeted as much should Nyrel there.

The truth was, he wasn't entirely wrong. After what happened during middle school-and then again in high school-I'd grown awkward around girls. Not because I was shy or nerdy or anything like that, but because I was terrified of repeating those incidents. Both tis, my life had been ruined because of a girl.

The sa logic extended to guys like Curtis or anyone who reminded of him. I'd made myself invisible, avoided attention, and stuck to my own space. Chloe had been annoyed by my 'cowardice', as she put it, but it wasn't about being scared-it was about avoiding unnecessary problems.

After my family's death, that avoidance only deepened. I carried it with into college until I t Ephera. She didn't just teach how to dress or act; she uncovered the part of I'd buried so deep I'd almost forgotten it was there.

Nyrel didn't bother answering Amael directly. Instead, his gaze was fixed on , a small, almost disdainful look in his eyes. "Why should I waste ti with soone like him? A useless guy."

"What did you say?" I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Save that look for the weaklings of Sancta Vedelia," Nyrel shot back. His brows furrowed dangerously as he lowered his legs and walked toward . "You've been in this world for two damn years yet..."

Once he reached , he towered over , much like Nyrel always had.

"...You couldn't even manage to find Ephera. What the hell have you been screwing your ti on? Pathetic," he spat.

"I don't even know where the hell she is!" I shot back. "Nihil never told a damn thing about her whereabouts!"

Nyrel sneered at . "I don't give a shit about your petty excuses. I know where Ephera is. You've t her. It didn't even take a second to figure it out, yet you-what a joke-you couldn't even recognize her. It's honestly laughable."

"Wait, what-"

"All you've done is fight and follow that pathetic script that bastard Nihil laid out for you," Nyrel interrupted . "And what has it gotten you? Following the ga's scenario like so brain-dead player? Nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. Except for Elona Falkrona's death." "You think you could've done better?" I scoffed.

"Definitely," Nyrel replied, nodding his head. "Instead of groveling like so scared pup, you should've taken Brandon's offer and taken Lucifer's Legacy."

"..." I was speechless.

"Don't give that pathetic look," he growled at . "Amael's Emotions made you weak. I can't believe I'm staring at such a sorry version of myself after everything I had gone through."

"Hey, that's rude," Amael said, but Nyrel didn't so much as glance in his direction.

"If you had accepted Lucifer's Legacy, you wouldn't have lost to anyone," Nyrel continued. "Elona Falkrona would still be alive. Sancta Vedelia? They'd have been nothing before us. But here you stand, beaten by a second-rate Sin Holder. What a disgrace."

I clenched my fists. "Take Lucifer's Legacy? Join Brandon Delavoic? You an the sa bastard who killed Aunt Oryanna?"

"She's not your damn aunt," Nyrel snapped, grabbing my shirt and pulling closer, his face inches from mine. "And if you cared so much about avenging her, you'd have still taken Lucifer's Legacy, joined his pathetic organization, and used him until the ti was right to kill him. That's how you take revenge."

I grabbed his wrist, forcing his hand away from my shirt. "If I had taken Lucifer's Legacy, I might have lost control over-"

"No, you wouldn't have," Nyrel snapped. He jabbed a finger in Amael's direction. "That weakling over there might be emotionally fragile, but I'm not. If Leon Grimlock managed to control it, then why the hell couldn't I? Why should you fear Lucifer when you wield Wrath? You should've used him, manipulated him just as much as he wanted to manipulate you. Who cares who dies in the process? As long as your people survive, that's all that matters."

Amael grimaced at the jab but I looked at Nyrel's eyes.

He wasn't just angry-he truly believed every word he said.

"You think like , deep down," he continued. "Because unlike that guy who has a Hero fetish, you don't rely on borrowed mories. Don't let that goody-two-shoes' emotions cloud what you know needs to be done."

"What...what are you saying?" I muttered. "What's the difference between that mindset and being just like Edward from the ga?"

"Who the fuck cares?" Nyrel barked, shoving back with enough force to make stagger. "We've already lost enough on Earth. There's no room left to waste strength or feelings on strangers."

I stood there, speechless.

My thoughts flickered back to that day-the day I almost got myself killed trying to save a drunk man riding a bike. I could still hear Ephera's voice, telling sothing similar to what Nyrel was saying now. Back then, I didn't really understand but I'd eventually adopted that mindset. It made life easier, even if others saw it as despicable.

Nyrel's voice pulled back to the present. "Since you've co this far, do what you want, but mark my words-you'll die like a fool if you keep clinging to this naïve idealism. Michael, Zeus, Hades, Samael, Eden-whoever the hell they are, they need to die. Only then will you ever know a semblance of peace. But the way you are now? You won't accomplish a damn thing. You can keep kissing Persephone's Ring for eternity, but you'll never see her again. Neither Ephera nor Cleenah will be saved when their ti cos."

With that, he vanished.

"Hey, Nyrel, you didn't have to be so hard on him," he grumbled, clearly stung by the verbal jabs Nyrel had aid at him.

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I remained quiet as I tried to process everything.

But I rembered his words about Ephera. I turned imdiately toward Amael.

"Wait, where's Ephera?" I turned toward Amael.

How did they seem to know so much, and I was completely in the dark? They were supposed to be a part of , weren't they?

Amael gave an amused look. "Well, the thing is, we are the fully synchronized mories. You, on the other hand, haven't synced completely. We're in your deepest consciousness, so sothing like an instinct-Nyrel's instinct-recognized her. But you? You missed it. Of

course, you did."

"Stop with the damn explanations!" I snapped, cutting him off. "Just tell where she is! And why the hell didn't she recognize ?"

"You want to find Ephera this much but through , of all people? You really think that is the way to do it? Don't you want to find her with your own eyes? I don't know her, but I'm sure

she'd be upset if you relied on ."

I clenched my fists.

I had t her, but I didn't even recognize her? Was that really possible?

"Did she... Did she recognize ?" I asked after a long silence.

Amael shrugged slightly with a thoughtful expression. "She doesn't rember you... yet. But

I'd say she definitely noticed you, more than anyone else. More than you did with her as

well..."

"Right..." I whispered to myself, a small smile creeping up.

Ephera was alive. She was truly alive.

And that, right there, was the confirmation I'd been desperately searching for. More than

Nihil's words, their words were more trustworthy.

"See that?" Amael suddenly called out to .

I lifted my gaze, still processing everything. "What?"

He pointed at with a knowing grin. "The happiness you just showed. That little spark. It's obvious—it's coming from Nyrel's feelings for Ephera. But the raw emotion behind it? That's all . Nyrel would never let that kind of feeling show so plainly, especially to strangers.

That's the difference."

"What difference?"

Amael's smile widened as he gestured toward my chest. "You have my emotions mixed in with those 'borrowed' mories of mine. You thought I rged with Nyrel Loyster because

of that.

"And Nyrel Loyster's mories?" I asked.

"So of them," Amael replied. "But you haven't inherited his emotions. That's the key thing. The reason you've been so patient in your search for Ephera, why you care so much about others—it's my emotions driving that. Pretty clever of Nihil, don't you think?"

"I don't understand him..." I scoffed.

Amael gave a small shrug, as though he were equally in the dark about Nihil's thods. "But

do you understand who you are right now?"

I hesitated. Amael's 'borrowed' mories, his emotions, Nyrel's mories-everything was blending together to form . But what did that an?

"You have most of Nyrel's mories, but there's sothing crucial that's missing. Sothing that happened on Earth, sothing Nihil erased from your mind along with his emotions. That's probably why he's so wary of you. But I have no idea what it is."

"I see..." I muttered, still trying to wrap my head around it all.

Why did things have to be so complicated?

"Do you have any questions before we say our farewells now?"

I blinked, a little surprised by the sudden shift. "Yeah, actually. About your emotions... do

they affect my decisions, like when I help people? I an, what a dumb question, of course they do," I laughed, shaking my head at myself.

I could see Nyrel, the real Nyrel, never being as altruistic or concerned about others as I had

been.

Amael raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "Worried about your relationships with your

won?" "Well..." I hesitated, not sure how to phrase it. There was that part of that wondered-if I had just been Nyrel, would I have gotten this close to Layla and the others? Amael seed to read the hesitation in my voice. "If it makes you feel better, I'm pretty sure

Layla and your three banshees fell for Nyrel Loyster, not . Honestly, I don't think I could've done anything about that. And Cleenah? Yeah, I don't think she'd be interested in soone

like Amael Idea Olphean to begin with," he added with a grin. "Am I that boring?"

I didn't answer.

I was lost in my thoughts.

Amael continued, tapping his chin thoughtfully. "As for my little Miranda, Celes, and the rest,

I can't say for sure. But if you're thinking about adding Alvara to your... wonderful harem, I'll

tell you this-she's definitely not into the whole 'crying Amael'."

"Fuck off," I groaned.

"That's better," Amael chuckled laughed.

I just groaned. "Whatever, I'm leaving," I muttered, turning away to walk off.

"Edward."

That stopped . The na-Aunt Belle had given it to .

I glanced back over my shoulder.

"Elona... It wasn't your fault," Amael said, his expression serious, a rare change from his

usual teasing deanor. He had sowhat a sad expression.

"Yeah..." I answered, my voice distant, before my form faded, disappearing into nothingness.