Witchbound Villain: Infinite Loop

97 – Blissful

Burn, the connoisseur of all-out warfare, always had an impressive repertoire. This had always been the case all his life. Whether it was unleashing brute force or resorting to underhanded tactics, he never failed to entertain.

Today was no exception.

“Done,” Morgan said after she finished carving her enchantments, as if she had just painted a masterpiece on the metal griffin. Turning to Burn, she upped the ante by bedazzling his armor with more enchantments than ever before.

As she worked, whispered spells and touched his armor’s entire surface, embracing him completely with her magic, Burn stood still. She was nearly finished when Burn got an idea—

“What about you carve enchantments into my body?” he asked.

Morgan raised her face, her eyes widened, but then helplessly scoffed, “Yes, of course I can, my crazy darling.”

The suggestion of having enchantments etched directly onto his body surely could only be described as crazy. But as her initial shock morphed into wry acceptance, she thought, well, why not add 'human enchantment' to her job description?

The man smiled, knowing that it was unheard of—something that was meant for objects rather than living bodies. Surely it could render his body irreparable, not to mention the risk of failure, but this was a way to go all out.

Signing up for a magic-infused tattoo session was half a good and a bad idea, depending on how you look at it.

And he was right. The process was unbearably painful as the ancient letters started to carve themselves into his skin. With Morgan as the enchanter, the letters even started to embed themselves into his flesh, then his organs, and eventually into his bone structure.

She had never done this to a person before, but she embraced and improved the idea of engraving enchantment magic directly into someone’s body.

This feat, which might only be achieved by the masters of their crafts after years of re

This was a real fight.

Just beyond the illusion of their undefeatable reputation, there was a window separating them from the reality that they knew—they were going to die.

In front of them stood death himself, and yet they smiled back at him.

Oh, how glorious their endings would be!

But among those with the wisdom of their own fates, there was one with blissful ignorance.

Rudolf screamed in fear, "Forget it! JUST DESTROY HIM! 6% OUTPUT!"

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Pumped up!