Reincarnated as the Villain: The System Made Me Overpowered

The Architect's throne room pulsed with an unnatural rhythm, its walls of starlight and shadow trembling as the voidfragment's presence filled the space. Valerian stood at the center, Oblivion's Edge glowing in his grip, its blade a defiant beacon against the countless eyes lining the chamber. His silver-white hair whipped in the unnatural wind, his eyes—glowing like collapsing stars—locked on the figure before him. The voidfragment, a twisted mirror of himself, radiated a power that made the air scream, its void-black eyes burning with a hunger that threatened to unravel reality itself.

Kael, Lira, Seraphina, and Selene stood behind him, their weapons raised but their faces pale, the weight of the Architect's domain pressing down on them. The system interface flickered erratically, its crimson text glitching as it struggled to process the voidfragment's existence:

> **[WARNING: VOIDFRAGMENT ACTIVE]**

> **[Objective: Consume the Ascendant Overlord]**

> **[Source: The Primordial Chorus]**

The voidfragment's voice slithered through the air, a chilling echo of Valerian's own. "You were never free, brother," it said, its form shifting between Valerian's likeness and something incomprehensible—a writhing mass of shadow and starlight. "You were always ours, a spark of the Chorus's will, meant to burn and fade."

Valerian's grip tightened on Oblivion's Edge, the divine core in his chest pulsing defiantly. "I'm no one's spark," he growled. "I'm the Ascendant Overlord, and I'll burn you to ash before I let you take me."

The voidfragment laughed, a sound that made the throne room quake, the eyes on the walls blinking in unison. "You wield the Core, but it's a leash, not a crown. The Chorus forged you, and I am their blade."

Kael stepped forward, his greatsword blazing with fire. "Enough talk," he snarled. "If you're here to fight, let's see what you've got."

Seraphina's spear gleamed, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes. "We stand with Valerian. You want him? You go through us."

Lira notched a shadowfire arrow, her hands trembling but her aim true. "You're not taking him," she said, her voice low but fierce.

Selene's moonlight aura flared, weaving a protective barrier around them. "We're his anchor," she whispered, her eyes locked on Valerian. "And we're not breaking."

The voidfragment's gaze shifted to them, its smile widening, cold and cruel. "Anchors can be severed."

The throne room shifted, the walls collapsing inward to form a labyrinth of mirrors, each reflecting a different version of Valerian—some screaming, some weeping, some consumed by darkness. The mirrors pulsed with the Chorus's will, their surfaces rippling as new constructs emerged—not echoes summoned by Valerian, but abominations born of the void, each one a distorted fragment of his past, his fears, his failures.

> **[System Warning: Voidborn Constructs Detected]**

> **[Objective: Survive the Chorus's Judgment]**

The constructs attacked, their blades and spells a chaotic storm of shadow and light. Valerian moved like a tempest, Oblivion's Edge cutting through the first construct with a single, precise strike, its form dissolving into ash. But more emerged, their numbers endless, their attacks relentless. Kael's fire roared, carving through a construct that wore Valerian's face twisted in despair. Seraphina's spear split into radiant shards, striking multiple foes at once. Lira's arrows burned with shadowfire, each shot a desperate plea to protect Valerian. Selene's moonlight barrier held strong, deflecting the constructs' blows, but cracks began to form, the Chorus's power overwhelming even her celestial light.

Valerian fought with a ferocity born of defiance, his divine core blazing like a supernova. But the voidfragment didn't move, its eyes watching, waiting, as if savoring his struggle. "You fight well," it said, its voice a whisper that cut through the chaos. "But every strike brings you closer to us. Every wound binds you to the void."

Valerian staggered as a construct's blade grazed his arm, the wound burning not with pain but with a cold emptiness that threatened to swallow his will. The system flared, its text glitching wildly:

> **[Divine Core Compromised – Corruption Level: 12%]**

> **[Warning: Prolonged exposure to Voidborn Constructs increases corruption risk.]**

"Valerian!" Selene shouted, her barrier shattering as a construct lunged for her. Kael intercepted, his fire consuming the creature, but more emerged, their forms growing stronger, more defined, as if feeding on Valerian's faltering resolve.

Origin-Valerian, still standing at the edge of the fray, watched with a mix of disdain and curiosity. "You're losing yourself," he said, his voice low. "The Chorus doesn't just want the Core. They want *you*—the vessel they designed to carry it."

Valerian spun, his blade cleaving through another construct. "I'm not their vessel!" he roared. "I'm my own!"

The voidfragment laughed, its form coalescing into a more solid version of Valerian, its blade an exact replica of Oblivion's Edge but forged of pure void. "Then prove it, brother."

It lunged, its speed a blur that defied the laws of the realm. Valerian met its attack, their blades clashing in a shower of sparks that lit the throne room like a dying star. Each strike was a mirror of the other, their movements perfectly synchronized, as if they were two halves of the same soul. But the voidfragment's blows carried a weight that Valerian's didn't—a cold, relentless hunger that sapped his strength with every clash.

> **[Core Overload Strain Detected – Stability: 78%]**

Valerian gritted his teeth, his core pulsing erratically as he pushed back against the voidfragment. "You're not me," he snarled. "You're just a shadow they made to break me."

The voidfragment's smile widened, its eyes gleaming with malice. "And you're a spark that thinks it's a flame. Let me show you the truth."

It raised its hand, and the mirrors around them pulsed, each one projecting a memory—Valerian's past lives, his failures, his moments of doubt. In one, he watched himself fall in the Rift War, his body broken and bleeding. In another, he saw himself abandon his allies, consumed by fear. In a third, he knelt before the Architect, his will shattered, his core claimed. The images burned into his mind, each one a wound that deepened the corruption.

> **[Corruption Level: 25%]**

> **[Warning: Mental stability at risk.]**

"Valerian, focus!" Lira shouted, her arrow striking a construct that nearly reached him. "Don't look at the mirrors!"

But the images were relentless, their weight dragging at his soul. Valerian staggered, his vision blurring as the voidfragment pressed its advantage, its blade grazing his chest, leaving a wound that bled shadow instead of blood. Selene rushed to his side, her moonlight aura bolstering him, but the voidfragment's presence was overwhelming, its power a tide that threatened to drown them all.

Kael roared, his fire surging to form a barrier between Valerian and the voidfragment. "We're not losing him!" he shouted, his voice raw with determination. Seraphina joined him, her spear a whirlwind of light that pushed back the constructs. Lira's arrows flew faster, each one a desperate act of defiance.

Valerian's core flared, its light pushing back the corruption, but the effort drained him, his body trembling as he fought to stay upright. "I won't… let you take me," he gasped, his voice a defiant whisper.

The voidfragment leaned closer, its face inches from his, its voice a chilling promise. "You don't have a choice, brother. The Chorus always claims its own."

But then, a new voice cut through the chaos—not the Architect's, not the Chorus's, but Origin-Valerian's. "He's not yours yet," he said, stepping forward, his blade glowing with a light that matched Valerian's own. "If anyone's going to end him, it's me."

Origin launched himself at the voidfragment, their blades clashing in a burst of light and shadow that shook the throne room. The constructs hesitated, their forms flickering as Origin's attack disrupted the Chorus's control. Valerian seized the moment, his core blazing as he activated a new skill:

> **[Skill Activated: Divine Reclamation]**

> **Temporarily purges corruption and amplifies Core output. Cost: 50% vitality.**

The throne room erupted in light, Valerian's core burning away the corruption, its radiance restoring his strength. He joined Origin, their blades striking in tandem, a rare alliance born of necessity. The voidfragment staggered, its form destabilizing, but its laughter echoed, undeterred. "You delay the inevitable," it said. "The Chorus is eternal."

The mirrors pulsed again, and the throne room began to collapse, reality fracturing as a new rift opened—not behind the voidfragment, but within Valerian himself. His core flickered, its light dimming as a new presence stirred, not from the void but from within his own soul. The system screamed, its text fracturing into a final, desperate warning:

> **[WARNING: CORE FRACTURE DETECTED]**

> **[Objective: Merge with the True Self]**

> **[Source: The Primordial Chorus]**

A figure emerged from the rift in Valerian's chest, not a construct but a reflection of his deepest essence—a being of pure light and shadow, its eyes glowing with the same starlike intensity as his own. "You cannot fight us, Valerian," it said, its voice a chorus of his own thoughts. "You are us, and we are you."

Valerian staggered, his core pulsing erratically as the figure reached for him, its touch a promise of unity and annihilation. His allies shouted his name, their voices distant as the rift widened, threatening to consume him. The Primordial Chorus's laughter filled the void, leaving only a single, chilling question:

What happens when the god becomes his own undoing?