BJ Villainess Chapter 333

I was certain that no matter what Ozworld did, I wouldn’t lose my memories. That confidence stemmed from my experience in breaking his control over time before. Though I had this confidence, I understood why Clyde was so resistant. Ozworld, who had manipulated me from beginning to end, now obsessed over me madly—that’s why he was dangerous.

 

“No one can stop Ozworld unless he surrenders his will.”

 

Clyde spoke, seemingly resigned. “…Access to the data center is only granted to the channel managers. They won’t cooperate with us, but you might be different.”

 

That’s when it happened.

 

“Hey, stop talking and come over here.” Jyang, dressed in a traditional robe, called us from between the alleyways. “If you keep talking, the constellations will figure out who you are just from your voices.”

 

“Jyang!” I approached him with a relieved expression. “Do you remember now?”

 

Jyang smiled faintly, still looking worn out. “When you returned to the present, everything came back to me.”

 

As we shared a brief moment of joy, we overheard constellations passing by, talking outside the alley.

 

“They say if we find the data center, we can manipulate the system.”

 

“I heard only the channel managers can access the data center. If we attack them all at once, we might be able to catch them.”

 

“I’ve already heard that Ozworld has occupied the data center. They say the new Alpha disappeared because that person was under his wing. Can we really fight against Ozworld?”

 

“Why fight? We can just cooperate. I wouldn’t mind Ozworld becoming the sole ruler of Pantheon. It might even be more fun.”

 

Clyde, Jyang, and I all silently listened until their voices faded, and then we sighed at the same time.

 

Jyang shrugged. “Most constellations are hedonistic fools. Just because they’re higher beings doesn’t mean they’re saints.”

 

You could tell that just by reading the donation comments without needing the current situation to prove it.

 

“Anyway, that’s not important right now. Follow me. Someone wants to meet you.”

 

“Who is it?”

 

“The channel managers.”

 

I glanced at Clyde in surprise. He looked at me knowingly and nodded slightly, encouraging me to meet them.

 

We followed Jyang through the abyss to meet the channel managers. While passing through Jyang’s abyss after so long, a question suddenly came to mind.

 

“Since I’m a constellation too, do I have an abyss?”

 

“No.” Jyang’s response was firm. “The abyss is a virtual world for homeless wanderers. Someone like you, who owns a dimension, isn’t exactly considered a constellation.”

 

If I wasn’t a constellation, then what was I?

 

Clyde answered on my behalf. “A native god.”

 

Jyang nodded in agreement. “You’re a far higher being than the constellations of Pantheon.”

 

I had always felt a bit different from the other constellations, but I hadn’t realized it was this significant. Even though I had great powers, I still thought of myself as simply Shin Jiwoo or Theresa. Being called a ‘native god’ didn’t feel real to me.

 

“So, do you have an abyss?” I asked Clyde.

 

He nodded. “Yeah.”

 

“Really? What’s your abyss like? Can I see it?”

 

Clyde smiled mysteriously and pointed ahead. “Later. Right now, meeting the channel managers is more important.”

 

“That’s true.”

 

I followed Jyang through the door to the new location.

 

“This is the Channel Management Committee.”

 

The inside looked like a typical office building. As the door of the abyss vanished, a man appeared through a door in front of us, looking haggard. He greeted me politely and introduced himself.

 

“Thank you for accepting the invitation, Miss Theresa. I am Beta, chairman of the Channel Management Committee.”

 

* * *

The situation in Pantheon was far worse than it appeared.

 

“Pantheon has failed.”

 

Pantheon was a kind of utopia. It gathered those who did not have their own world and made them feel like native gods through the tool of broadcasting. It was an incredibly successful service. Constellations flocked to Pantheon in droves, forming massive energy. It quickly grew into the most influential dimension. Now, however, its survival depended on a monster born from its own system.

 

“We would like you to become the new Alpha.”

 

The committee wanted a strong leader with enough influence to handle the situation, and they deemed me the most suitable. They claimed everything would have been fine if it weren’t for Ozworld, but I found that laughable. The real problem wasn’t Ozworld—it was Pantheon itself.

 

I refused their offer. Instead, I asked for access to the data center so I could persuade Ozworld.

 

“We can grant you access, but we can’t guarantee that you’ll be able to enter since Ozworld has blocked external access.”

 

It was a useless response. Still, there was no choice but to try.

 

Clyde, Jyang, and I stood before the server room. The door was covered by an ominous black barrier. Beta explained that only those with access could be absorbed into the barrier.

 

“I’ll be back.”

 

Clyde nodded, though he seemed reluctant. “I’ll wait here.”

 

I placed my hand on the door.

 

Ding!

[Access granted.]

 

The black veil climbed up my hand and swallowed me in an instant. The sensation of being transported to the data center was similar to entering another dimension. The core energy density surged, making it hard to breathe. My skin tingled as if static electricity was running through it. It was a strange, unpleasant feeling.

 

When I opened my eyes, I was momentarily speechless, overwhelmed by the sight. It was a world of black and white. The sky was white, while the ground and countless pillars stretching endlessly upward were black. There were millions—maybe billions—of black pillars, spaced evenly and rising so high they vanished into the sky. Upon closer inspection, I noticed intricate circuits etched into the pillars, with dark blue energy flowing swiftly between them.

 

I walked through the maze of black pillars, feeling increasingly unnerved until I found the massive pillar that appeared to be the main server. Ozworld must be there. As I approached the main server, I spotted Ozworld. He wasn’t alone.

 

“Why are you only coming now, Jiwoo?”

 

Hardy lay on the ground, bleeding. Damian was nowhere to be seen, suggesting he hadn’t been able to enter the data center.

 

“Hardy!”

 

As I tried to approach him, Ozworld kicked him aside. The sight of such blatant violence enraged me. I wanted to slap Ozworld, but I stopped, fearing he might do more harm to Hardy, who was still barely alive.

 

“You don’t even see that I’m hurt, do you?” He muttered emotionlessly as he walked closer. “I’m rolling back the data, but it seems I’ve rewound time too much, Jiwoo.”

 

I kept him in sight, following him slowly.

 

“I needed so many coins that even shutting down all of Pantheon’s systems wasn’t enough.”

 

As he continued to obsess over reversing time, I spoke to him. “Even if you turn back time, it won’t matter anymore.”

 

Ozworld let out a twisted laugh. “You always defy my expectations. I never thought you’d become a native god…” Leaning against the pillar, he gazed at me sideways. “Did you come to kill me?”

 

“Yes,” I answered without hesitation.

 

Ozworld chuckled and manipulated the system.

 

“Open the store. You can buy a Wish Coupon.”

 

I had no reason to refuse.

 

“Store.”

 

▼

[Store]

▹Wish coupon [1,000,000,000 coins]

: Any wish will be granted once.

▲

 

The system, which had been down until moments ago, now functioned smoothly as if nothing had happened.

 

What was his intent? As I eyed him suspiciously, Ozworld smiled kindly.

 

“If you use the Wish Coupon now, you can kill me.”

 

He stood before me, defenseless, as if daring me to do it. It felt like a strange form of coercion.

 

“If you were going to throw your life away so easily, why did you do all of this?”

 

“Easily?” Ozworld laughed like a madman. “I really did everything I could.”

 

Hearing those words made my heart feel unbearably heavy. I knew what kind of person he was, and I knew what ‘everything’ meant to him.

 

“But, as you said, there was nothing I could undo, Jiwoo.” Ozworld’s face twisted as if he was about to cry as if he couldn’t bear the frustration of it all. “You should have pitied me, Jiwoo. You should have let me off, knowing I could never get it right from the start.”

 

He was really shameless. His words, like those of a child who wouldn’t stop until they got what they wanted, made me sick.

 

“You should have just forgiven me and loved me.”

 

I didn’t want to feel heartache, but I couldn’t help it. It made everything worse.

 

“I could change for you in the future. Just let me.”

 

It infuriated me that I could hear the sincerity in his voice.

 

“Then you should have fixed things from the start with your great powers. In the end, all you wanted was to fix me. That’s not love—it’s obsession!” The more I spoke, the more the frustration boiled up inside me, and by the end, I was shouting at him.

 

Ozworld closed his eyes for a moment. A vein bulged on his forehead, and his jaw was clenched tightly. Finally, a tear slipped down from beneath his closed eyelids.