Villain Retirement

"..."

And for once, the battlefield that has only known the cheer of death became silent. There were probably more than a thousand people on the land, and yet no one dared to even utter a whisper.

Everyone was just staring at the person that just joined the battle — how could they not, when he just watched someone slowly die in the middle of a frenzied field?

Most of the people in the Academy are not familiar with Paragon. The House of Super, however, clearly knew who he was. After all, he executed one of their high-ranking members in front of more than a million people — and then did it again when someone wanted to take revenge for what he did.

And now, he was here. And once again, he was mocking them by torturing their comrade almost as if it was the easiest thing to do.

What they did not know, however, was that Paragon was once again live on screen. But he wasn't streaming with his phone, no. The nuclear bombs practically cut off all comms.

This time, it was Paige. She was using her abilities to basically create a giant screen inside the ship to be seen by the thousands and thousands of people that were inside — she didn't really know if this would help the people to gain hope… but seeing the people responsible for the destruction of their homes die should mean something for them.

And since Paragon just entered the battlefield… she was sure there were going to be many deaths.

"What… the fuck is he doing!?" Hannah and the others watched as Paragon melted someone's throat, "Paige, bring us down!"

"I… I can't," Paige tried her best not to look away from Hannah, "P… Paragon is the only one who has control of this ship."

"What? Bullshit!" Hannah raised an eyebrow before turning her head towards the headset mask that was hanging on the ceiling of the ship.

"W… wait, don't—"

And before Paige could even grab her arm, Hannah was already halfway to the headset. Paragon was using this to pilot the ship, although this was the first time Hannah was seeing something like it, it shouldn't be that hard to learn.

And so, without even hesitating, she wore the mask.

"..." And immediately, she was taken aback by the almost familiar scent. Paragon… should have been wearing this for hours, so it shouldn't be a surprise that it had a little bit of his sweat. But this scent… it was sort of—

Hannah quickly shook her head as her thoughts started to wander. She then focused her eyes on whatever was inside, only for her to quickly remove it.

"What the fuck?" Hannah then muttered before pulling something from the headset.

"A… fucking phone?" Hannah then quickly opened the phone, only to see a paused video on it,

"...And without a fucking password? What sort of monster—" Hannah did not let herself get distracted as she quickly played the video.

[Are all of you just going to stand there? If so…]

"This… isn't this from Italian Mafia Reborn?" Hannah quietly whispered to herself. She was about to explore the phone, but before she could do so, it suddenly cracked into pieces,

"What… the fuck?"

***

"Are all of you just going to stand there?"

And finally, the silence on the battlefield was broken. Broken by none other than the newest addition to its combatants.

And once again, swords of light appeared from Paragon's hands as he stretched his arms to the side.

"If so, then the ground you are stepping on will be your grave."

And before anyone could even react to his words, Paragon disappeared from his spot, only to appear right in front of a woman from the House of Super. He didn't even choose the one nearest to him, no. It was random.

"Wh—" And once again, Paragon disappeared. This time, however, moving just behind the woman. And with a short but loud breath, a couple of thuds whispered in the air as both the woman's arms dropped to the ground.

"Huh?" The woman really couldn't understand anything, even as her body slowly slid from her still standing legs — she was confused as to why she was suddenly on the ground. Soon, however, she was able to see what happened to her.

And so, the only thing she could really do was scream as all of her limbs were gone just like that. As for Paragon, he just closed his eyes; his head, slowly tilting from side to side almost in rhythm.

The woman continued to scream; her wails almost scratching the air itself causing everyone that could hear it to wince. Paragon then very slowly turned towards her, before letting go of his light swords and just leaving them to float near him.

"W… what are you doi— Agh!"

Paragon then grabbed the woman by her hair, causing her to once again scream in pain,

"Help… please help!" She screamed, and yet her comrades that even dared touch her eyes all looked away; some, even staring at her with their eyes as wide as they could be. No one moved, however— not even one.

"H—" And before the woman could scream again, Paragon placed his other hand in her mouth.

"Which do you think will give up first…" Paragon then whispered, "Your scalp…

…or your jaw?"

"!!!"

The woman seemed to scream; but only disgruntled muffles and shrieks exuded from her mouth. She tried to struggle, but without her limbs, she just looked like a worm that was being played by a dove.

"!!!"

And then, very slowly… her cheek started to tear.

"Oh…"

And with a snap, her entire jaw along with a part of her neck was ripped off.

"...I didn't expect that."

Paragon didn't even blink as blood started to splatter across his face like a fountain; his eyes, almost looking genuinely surprised as he looked at the woman's jaw now hanging from her clavicle.

"C… Chrissy!"

"..." Paragon then very slowly turned his head towards the roar that suddenly thundered the air.

"...You know here?" He then said; the blood on his face, dripping almost endlessly. His mask, now completely covered in red,

"Why didn't you help her?"

"Gah!" The man once again roared as his skin turned into some sort of steel, covering his body in layers as the ground beneath him started to cave.

"..."

"I will kill you!" The man then roared as he rushed towards Paragon, causing the ground beneath him to crack with each step.

"Well, she's still alive. You know?"

Paragon stretched his hand and turned Chrissy towards the silver behemoth rushing towards him.

"Now, which do you think is stronger…"

"!!!" The man quickly halted his steps, but with his sheer weight, it was impossible for him to stop immediately.

"Her mangled face… or yours?"

"Wh—"

And before the man could even say anything, Chrissy's face was already only an inch away from him. And there, he heard it — like the sound of a tomato being crushed by one's hand… Chrissy's head was squashed, exploding right on his face without any resistance.

"No! You—"

"Oh, your insides are soft."

And before the man could express his rage, he slowly looked down only to see Paragon's hand now stabbed through his stomach.

"...Boom," Paragon then whispered. And as he did so, the man suddenly shrieked; his entire body, trembling uncontrollably— and along with it, blood started to spurt and flow from all of the holes in his body.

And very soon, a quiet sizzle thundered throughout the entire battlefield as… lights started poking out from almost every corner of the man's skin.

"..." Paragon could only let out a sigh as the man started to scream. He then pushed the man away. He was completely intact… but he landed on the ground in pieces.

As for the light that was previously protruding from every corner of his body, it was still standing there and emerging from Paragon's hand for everyone to see what it was.

It was light, of course… but it followed the shape of veins, veins that almost resembled the silhouette of a man.

"Hm…" Once again, Paragon let out a breath as the light disappeared. And there, with only the light of the sun shining on him, everyone could see his once immaculate persona now covered in blood.

"..." Paragon then looked at his hands which were covered in blood, before pulling his hair back; causing an uncomfortable squelch to whisper in the air. Blood once again started to flow from his forehead, trailing all the way to his mask as he seemed to relish on the blood of his victims.

"What… what the fuck." And soon, the members of the House of Whisper started to thunder in the air.

"F… focus your attack on Paragon!"

"..." The House of Super did focus on Paragon — what they did not do, however, was attack. They could really only stand there in fear as his eyes once again started to trail across them.

"We are going to have lots of fun," Paragon then let out a small chuckle as he stretched his hand to the side, the swords of light that were floating above him, once again returning to his hands.

"No need to come to me, really," Paragon then took a step forward.

And almost like a drum that caused the entire field to tremble, his step echoed through the ears that only the House of Super could hear,

"I'll come to you."

"!!!"

And almost like a streak of light that drowned the daylight, Paragon disappeared.

And almost like thin branches in the very strength of the storm, the people started falling one by one as their bodies were being blown away in a single direction— their limbs, all cut off.

"What…"

Every staff and member of the Academy could really only watch as the House of Super was being demolished. Some of them, even wanting to cover their ears... not from the screams that endlessly wailed in the air... but from the laughter that harmonized with it.

This was no longer a war…

…but a slaughter.

***AUTHOR NOTES***

Read 'Wait, My Juice Can Save The World?' Now! It's been rewritten for the contest! It's about a man who went back to the past and was given quite... a juicy system.