I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess

"Just like how parasites multiply and reproduce using a person's body, so do my clones..."

Lillian began moving forward, her cloak fluttering as her steps increased in pace.

"That's why... It's futile to think that mere numbers would be able to overwhelm me." (8)

She carefully watched as the cultists destroyed her clones with ease. However, she also saw how their bodies were used to create more clones to deal with.

This would, in turn, cost them stamina, but also a sense of weakening as the clones continue to make contact with their body.

Lillian, seeing that there was a weak spot in their formation, slowly opened her hands, summoning a pair of chainmail gauntlets.

They were the Regular Gauntlets.

To fully unseal them, she needed to land 20 blows without being interrupted or hit once. However, all close-quarter combats she would make would have 50% of their damage reduced.

She slowly placed them on each arm, feeling it constrict around them. After doing that, she leaned forward and dashed into a rapid sprint, quickly making her way towards them.

A lingering cultist that had just finished destroying two clones suddenly felt—

BAM.

—A strike land on the side of his skull.

His already weakened body leaned and stumbled to the side—his mind spinning as he looked to what hit him, finding Lillian charging in to follow up on her attack.

Right before he could brandish the metal mace in his hands, imbued with his mana...

He suddenly felt something grab him from behind. Glancing back, he found one of Lillian's clones staring at him eerily with its arms around his waist.

Right as he was about to elbow the clones away, he felt another blow land on the side of his head.

BAM.

Then another to the centre of his chest.

BAM.

Lillian, who was landing blow after blow on him, was suddenly blocked to the side, away from the dazed cultist, who was freed from the clone grappling him from behind.

Lillian stumbled far to the side before having to duck under a swift blade of a longsword. Following that, she then had to fall into a roll back to dodge another wave of weapons that landed in her area.

Once leaping back up to her feet, she sent a curved blade of water towards the group of three that attacked her.

The cultists, seeing her ranged attack, raised their mana-enhanced weapons and broke through it.

However, that was until a group of clones leapt onto their back, pinning them to the ground.

Lillian, intending to move and take them out, was immediately intercepted by another cultist wielding a long guandao. And this enemy was rather tall and muscular.

"For the jester!" The cultist roared, clutching the shaft of his guandao and swinging it.

Swish!

Lillian ducked, swiftly dodging the horizontal swing.

She hopped back, hastily avoiding a forward kick from the cultist.

She continued her dodging until one of her clones had made its way to their back and began leeching off of them.

Lillian leapt forward, brutally striking them on the nose.

In all normal scenarios, her blows being reduced to 50% of their power wouldn't leave many fazed at all. However, under the draining effects of her parasitic clones—

BAM.

—The cultist stumbled back, dazed as his mind felt foggy, before suddenly feeling a sharp blade slice through his neck.

[You have slain a Disciple Gnarl, Human]

Lillian, having summoned a blade of water, ended his life before moving on to the next. She couldn't dawdle long; she needed to trim down the enemy's forces.

She also couldn't depend on the fact that she could put someone in a beatdown before being noticed and interrupted.

As she thought, attacks that fell on her left wounds. Ranging from shallow to deep cuts, they were all healed as Lillian used her element.

And soon enough, one by one, the enemy's forces continued to fall under her army of autonomous clones, which continued to sap the life out of them...

[You have slain a Disciple Gnarl, Human]

[You have slain a Disciple Gnarl...]

[You have slain a...]

... Eventually dropping the enemy's numbers down to 50

So what if they didn't have any visible way of killing someone? They were still deadly, nonetheless, in the long run.

Lillian, who was on her fifteenth blow without being interrupted, noticed something in the corners of her eyes.

Quickly ducking, the cultist who was standing over her had his entire upper body vaporised as a beam of intense heat shot through him.

Lillian clicked her tongue, having lost her streak before slowly getting out from her crouch and looking up. (8)

All the way up the hill of stairs, Thalrek stared down at her, aiming his mechanical arm that had now transformed into a ray gun.

Lillian grimaced, even more so as she watched the corpses around her start to reattach themselves and stand back onto their feet. (8)

While the face of her mask remained stoic and cold, her face underneath turned grim at the enemies coming at her. (8)

The remaining 50 cultists that were still living held off her clones while the undead ones only moved after her, still being able to use their mana.

Lillian raised her hand and rained high-speed bullets onto them like a Gatling gun, puncturing an assortment of holes through their bodies. (3)

She watched as their limbs were torn off by the storm of bullets, their blood continuing to leak out of their body like a broken faucet, and yet...

They still kept on regenerating.

They still kept on moving towards her, despite their entire head being destroyed, which wasn't being brought back through the Puppeteer's strings.

Soon enough, despite her resistance, she was overrun.

Swish!

Lillian backed away, dodging a quick and abnormal sword swing from an undead cultist. However, as she had her left arm spread out to summon a liquid sword, she suddenly felt something pass through it.

She widened her eyes as she felt something was wrong with her left arm. Turning her head to the left, she found it was... (2)

Missing.

She quickly spun around, delivering a crushing blow to the side of the undead assailant's head that sent them stumbling to the side.

She then knelt down, storing her arm inside her spatial ring before backing away.

Thalrek, watching from his throne, laughed in amusement as he watched Lillian clutching her bleeding stump and run.

In his eyes, she looked like a helpless rodent.

"Run! Run all you want! Your fate was decided the very instant you stepped into this hall!" He then paused before grinning broadly.

"IN FACT, your fate was decided the very moment you appeared in my realm! KYAHAHA!" He cackled mockingly with his scratchy voice.

Lillian held the stump of her arm, hissing in pain while avoiding the enemy's swings. (2)

She then sent mana into the Mask of Deceit and muttered:

"I can deal with the pain. This can't faze someone like me. I've faced far worse..." (8)

As she continued to mutter similar phrases, the feeling of the throbbing pain disappeared and was replaced with a sense of irritation—irritation from having lost her arm to those weaker than her.

And with that thought in mind, she gnashed her teeth and created an arm made of water that was soon shaped into a pointy spike. (8)

After finding a cultist, enraged, she charged towards it. And with an agitated roar, she stabbed her arm through their chest, crushing their internal organs. (20)

And upon doing that, Parasitic Lines shot out from the tip of her spike, numbering several dozen, before speeding towards nearby cultists and piercing through their bodies. FirstseenonMVLEMPYR.

The cultists that were pierced were left pinned to the ground, used as a source for the Parasitic Lines to branch off to other cultists in the area.

Those who were pierced quickly lost their muscle mass, becoming a husk rapidly.

The Parasitic Lines that were once a plain, boring colour became a vibrant crimson colour that flowed towards Lillian's wounded stump, which began to twitch rapidly.

A couple of days ago, when a certain Assassin had pointed out she could possibly regrow her limbs, she had fully leaned into the extent of her regeneration.

And because of that...

Lillian pulled her stump out of the cultist's chest, revealing a completely brand-new arm, albeit slightly weak.

She was able to regenerate even missing limbs if she stole enough vitality that was double what her body could store.

'I truly did underutilise this element...'

Lillian swung her arm around, getting used to the weakness behind it until it faded.

She then summoned her severed arm back from the spatial ring, took off the chainmail gauntlet it was still wearing, and placed it over her new arm.

Looking around, her eyes scanned over the husks that tried to pull themselves back to their feet.

She gave a low hum of acknowledgement. (2)

"I think... I'll call this spell... Parasitic Lattice."

Thalrek, who just watched Lillian regenerate her entire arm, widened his eyes, stopping his laughter to process what had just happened.

He then thought about the kind of ability that Lillian may have.

He knew it had something to do with being able to weaken his culitsts and drain them of mana. But, with the possibilities being almost limitless, it would almost be impossible for him to figure it out.

That was...

If he didn't get a clue beforehand.

"Parasites... Parasites..." He muttered under his breath as he tapped his bony fingers against his chin.

That was when he realised...