I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess - Chapter 479

Chapter 479: The Beach Lord?
Wearing a crown of sand that spun and hovered right above its head like a halo of sand, a crab that was 20 metres tall and 40 metres wide sat in the centre of a humongous, deep hole.

Its body was covered with a bronze-armoured shell that shone under the moonlight, highlighting its glossy appearance despite its smooth surface being ruined by the countless barnacles living on its body.

Similar to that of a king crab, spikes protruded from its three pairs of legs. It also had two pairs of claws—one pair above the other and twice as big.

Its compound eyes, which were respectively attached to its white stalks, blinked open as it looked around its arena sluggishly; its arena was built deep down, at least 60 metres deep.

On the walls that were made with a mix of sandstone and regular stone that had obviously eroded over the ages, the ancient crab gazed at the murals etched into its walls.

This was the Beach Lord, the one and only Beach Lord on this island that hadn’t lost a single bout for its title.

Shifting its attention away from the history of his past battles recorded in his arena, it listened closely as it sensed an odd turmoil through the moisture in the air, as well as an unusual amount of activity above.

Looking up, it found the darkness of the night repulsed by a large bonfire, which it only managed to catch a glimpse of.

This was odd… It didn’t remember the Cruscans having this sort of festival before; was it recently put into place by some young one of this generation?

While mildly annoyed by their surprisingly loud and abrupt festival, it chose to close its eyes—bringing them back inside its head.

It would deal with them when it wasn’t dark. Such a time caused its body to feel sluggish.

…

But the moment it brought its eyes into its head, it immediately pushed them back out before widening them in an instant—it sensed something within its arena.

The crown of sand hovering above its head spun like a rusty cog in a machine, which picked up speed as the Beach Lord slowly pushed itself off the ground and onto its legs, shrugging off the faint sand on its body.

And as it did that, it focused its gaze on a random puddle that had fallen from the sky—more accurately, from the cliff that led down into its arena.

The moment it looked up towards the cliff, it locked eyes with two large entities standing at the peak of the cliff, looking down on it.

The Beach Lord scrutinised them, completely ignoring the multi-legged creature, and settling its gaze on the one next to it—the one that wore a crown melded to the top of its head.

Was that the one aiming for its position as Beach Lord…? No… It sensed a sort of familiarity with them, a divine feeling. Were they similar?

Deciding it wasn’t worth much to continue using up whatever sluggish brain-power it had, it looked towards the puddle of water that had landed before it.

For some reason, the Beach Lord sensed a certain presence from the puddle, a powerful one at that. But it looked like just any normal puddle of water that could be formed by mild rain.

Had that crowned monster above pour it into its arena as a form of tribute or taunt?

…

No… There had to be more to it…

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After commanding the Jungle Lord and Beetle not to interfere, Lillian fell a gruelling height before splattering against the ground into a puddle of water.

She slowly reformed herself like a humanoid slime and raised her hand to brush the locks of hair that dangled over her face.

Lillian then faced the towering crustacean without a shred of fear inside her heart as she summoned the boring cutlass into her hand.

The most optimal and logical solution to awakening the cutlass would be to use it after severely wounding the target. It would not only make the battle much easier but also less dangerous.

However…

If Lillian wanted to prove herself worthy for someone like Marionette, who belonged in a family that only accepted the strong…

But why?

Why would she prove something that someone wouldn’t come to know or see…?

‘Why do I keep taking the harder ways of things…?’

Was it so she could put on a more entertaining show for the gods above? To curry favours with them? To get on their good side, so that future Trials would be easier when they’re a variable?

…

No…

That wasn’t it.

Lillian bent her knees, crouching and pushing herself low to the ground like a compressed spring, before shooting forward.

The Beach Lord sensed her approach and raised one of its larger claws to the sky before smashing down, intending to reduce her to paste. But when it did, it was met with a powerful resistance.

“[1st Technique of the Deep Sea Hunter: Tidebreaker Slash]…”

With the force of a mighty crashing wave, Lillian repelled back the attack with a horizontal swing. However, in exchange for her move—

“Ngh…”

—She was met with a bone-numbing vibration that coursed through her entire body like a hollow metal pipe to a metal pole.

Lillian dodged a swing from the crab’s lower pair of arms, which were much smaller, but still just as deadly.

She fought and fought. She swung and swung.

Her mana boiled through her veins like it was her blood as she summoned countless water-based attacks, her sword slashing through the air as it was followed by the attack’s name.

This act of hardship she was putting herself through wasn’t so that she could entertain, curry favours, or get on the good side of some divine being.

It was instead a way for her to prove not only her strength, but also to herself that she was strong.

Time passed, seconds quickly turning into minutes, and minutes quickly multiplying into a dozen.

No matter how many times Lillian attacked, none of her attacks managed to penetrate the obscenely durable shell of the Beach Lord, whose attacks had expanded throughout the battle.

Lillian watched as the sound from above and the sand in the corners of the area began to move, coalescing above the Beach Lord, whose crown of sand began to spin rapidly.

Then, in just a moment, a hailstorm of hardened sand fell.

Lillian widened her eyes and immediately got out of the way, her speed managing to outrun the bullets of hardened sand. But that didn’t last long.

A wave of sand intercepted her, moving towards her faster than she could react and pushing her into the attack zone of the hailstorm of hardened sand.

“C-crap—!”

Hidden under a cloud of sand, Lillian’s body was pummelled into the ground repeatedly against the fist-sized bullets of hardened sand. Bruises formed on her body, and groans escaped her mouth as she protected her vital areas.

The Jungle Lord, who watched the battle happening below, twitched as he saw this.

Should he intervene?