Somehow, I’m the Otome Game Villain 15:

Somehow, I’m the Otome Game Villain 15:

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Wordcount: 2500

Commissioned by LordMarksman

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“Alright, I’ll admit it. This is pretty great.”

“I see that you have awakened to the appeal of devastating the New Humans. You are worth something after all.”

The walking arsenal I piloted, with more guns and missile fabricator/launchers on it than armor, moved forward into the Academy. I took care to avoid any trouble, but also to use the Academy itself as leverage and coverage. If they fired at me, they’ll risk hitting the Academy. Ideal only hits what it intends to hit. Huh, maybe this was a bad idea after all.

None of the initial forces at the front line stood a chance. Sure, some of them were pretty skilled and lasting a few seconds more than anyone else, but no one had a hope of winning the battle or getting in range. Ideal and Luxion collaborated on creating this anti-New Human mech design and I’d given them free reign over it. The intention was to showcase how much firepower I had, that my family had, and to discourage any future retaliatory strikes against us.

This fight ends here, or I’m coming for you, basically.

Anyway, none of the capture targets were showing up.

“It’d be great if they were levelled up enough to be decent mid bosses… but I guess I’m the boss in this encounter, huh?” In-game, I guess this would be some sort of invasion of the Academy scenario by some sort of DLC enemy sprite. The game devs were the type to sell DLCs that made combat harder, just so that they can sell more cash shop items. “Wait a second, do you see that, Ideal?”

“Of course, I can. It’s obvious.” ‘That’ was a hidden silhouette of a Knight Armor, which was hidden in a grove that looked through the corner that I was approaching. Theoretically, I’d be walking into a kill zone where a sniper with a very big gun waited, possibly with some sort of special munition. In practice, we had multiple eyes in the sky, one or two in orbit, and scanners that can look through rock and over the horizon. Even without thermal imagery from above, I can see the guy. “May I suggest taking the hit without being scratched and walking at him imposingly? I would like to showcase the superiority of Old Humanity.”

Hm.

“You know what. That sounds like it’ll terrify the shit out of them, so let’s do it.” Not only would Ideal be satisfied, but I’d also showcase my armor’s power. I didn’t feel like being shot at, though, so I had to compromise. “I’m not eating those shots in case they have something nasty in the magazine though. I’m giving you some power to put up a barrier.”

“Feh. I have no need of it… but the outcome shall be the same, so I shall relent.” Ideal grumbled, but accepted. I felt a pull from my magic, like losing warmth throughout my body that I just became aware of, and it flowed into the armor. I practiced with magic enough to fight in Dungeons and hold my own against regular soldiers, but with Ideal’s help, I could get a lot farther. It shaped and manipulated magic with ease, even if it couldn’t generate the power on its own. Well, technically, if it used a piece of the tree as a source of power… nah, it’d never consider hurting that thing. “Mana shield ready for pin-point deployment. Gunfire will be of no issue.”

With that in mind, I waded into the killing field, and my vision was suddenly clouded by black smoke and shrapnel and flame.

Scary, but that was all there was to the specialized weapon.

It wasn’t even sending the slightest tremor through into the armor.

It was blocking my regular line of sight, and that was about it.

“Switch to sensors that work and give me birds-eye overlay.” My picture-perfect optics were being obfuscated by the barrage, but the screens inside had other sources. In a moment, I was looking at my machine from above in the corners of my vision, while my front was a wireframe of black-and-white. Sonar? X-Ray? I didn’t know how I was seeing through the constant barrage, but that didn’t matter. What did matter was that I could… and so, I walked towards the enemy undaunted while his shells did nothing. “Intimidating enough, Ideal?”

“Passable, I suppose. I would prefer to have instantly counterattacked with an orbital strike the moment the first shell hit. The only things these New Humans understand is immediate reprisal and violence.” Ideal sniffed, but I didn’t argue. We both saw how crazy these people could get once they had their hearts and minds set. Not only that, but they’ll easily find opportunists ready to assist them to forward their own goals. The love interests managed to get dozens of Knight Armors in the Academy with advanced weapons the moment the Crown Prince declared his little rebellion. “The only way their species should be allowed to propagate is under strict control, monitoring, and beneath True Humanity.”

“Mhmm, okay. Yeah.” I ignored Ideal’s dreams of genocide and ripped the massive weapon out of the hands of the one firing. I fired several stunning rounds into the Knight Armor. They buried themselves and stuck into the armor just enough and then shocked it to paralysis. A low enough voltage to make the systems inside become unusable, while also only stunning the person within. Hm. Could this be Jilk? He was the ranged fighter in the group. The rogue that had every trick up his sleeve and was underhanded as hell. Maybe, I guess. No time to check. “Hey, start deploying the gas cannisters. Let’s rob them of their own sightlines and see how they like it.”

“Enjoy being blinded and feeling paralysis slip in, New Humans!” Ideal gleefully deployed the missiles and their chemical payloads. They popped in the air and cast a thick, fog-like cloud over the whole Academy. Anyone outside of a Knight Armor could go ahead and try to protect themselves with magic, but most of the Prince’s clique were of his own generation, or first years. They wouldn’t be able to hold out for long. Those in Knight Armors could only last for so long on internal air. After magic was gone and after internal air was gone… “Don’t worry. Your permanent incontinence barely changes your worth as a living being!”

I had to let Ideal throw that in. If I didn’t, I was sure it’d slip in something more deadly. When your chemical warfare expert has a chip on its shoulder, you had to compromise. Sorry for all the permanently looser bladders, guys and gals, but it’s better than losing the ability to walk, see, and hear for the rest of your lives. Also, it’ll be bit more difficult to have kids, but you’re not actually sterile. Just work harder. Do some kegels and other workouts. The muscles down there are very weak. Not gone.

“Alright, where to next?”

“The most target-rich environment is the gymnasium. I’d like to go there and indulge in shooting some fish in a barrel.”

“You make it really hard to agree with you, you know?”

“Onward!”

Well, it’s better than dying, I guess.

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The shit-talking of these guys were getting on my nerves.

“Go back to your home, Republican brute!”

“Do you seriously think I want to be here!? Your whole place is pretty messed up, you know!?” I retorted while firing at that particular individual in particular. The walk towards the gymnasium had resulted in a few encounters with scouting elements of the enemy. Some ran away, who then warned everyone in the gym, and they decided to just dogpile on me to defeat me. They reasoned that I was focused on long range, which was correct, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t use my weapons in short-range combat. “Go home yourself, instead of trying to rebel at some school!”

“May I suggest demeaning your opponents more? You’re being far too kind.”

I blasted two wrist-mounted guns into the nearest two Knight Armors charging at me. Wrist-mounted on a Knight Armor meant that the guns were the size of a small sedan and shot bullets that would normally be on an armored vehicle back in me world. The rotary cannons spewed lead and rained down shells the size of thermoses onto the school grounds, and they barely did anything besides superficial damage against the Knight Armors, if I hadn’t aimed them at the sensor suits in the ‘head’ of the suits. That blinded my attackers long enough for the arms on the shoulders of my suits to prioritize them and blast them both with stunning munitions that fried their systems and knocked out the pilots.

“I might be going home, but I still have a reputation to uphold, you know? My family’s reputation.” I closed the mic before speaking back to Ideal. The magazines on internal weapons were used up, so Ideal called in drones. They fed crates of ammo into openings that spat out expended crates. Some even went down and used a magnet to collect shells. Ideal wasn’t being a clean freak, it just didn’t want to share any metallurgical breakthroughs with the New Humans. “How many are left at this point?”

Before Ideal could answer, there was a series of beeps on my map, which marked incoming Knight Armors.

“Fifteen.”

They landed all around me, while the drones rapidly ascended to get out of the crossfire.

They’d adapted to my weapons.

“Hmph. They used their own as testers of your ‘Lost Item’ and have deployed countermeasures. A fine use of their ilk, I suppose.” These fifteen were in groups of three. One held a massive shield while the other two had large rifles like the one I first used a shield against. They probably thought that it was a weapon I needed to use power against, unlike everything else, since I had used magic to defend against it. That was incorrect, of course. “I have a few backup, lethal weapons in store that will disabuse them of any notions of victory.”

“Don’t need them. Hell, you know that their tactics won’t work!”

“Better to be over-lethal than under-lethal.”

“It’s better to not be lethal at all!”

“Bah!”

Before the two of us could devolve to our usual shouting match, though, my newest set of foes confronted me.

“Surrender, Alzer scum! We have you surrounded! Perhaps, we shall consider leaving you alive should you give us your Lost Item!”

“How about you surrender, and we all get to go home early!?” I replied and took aim. Frontal chest cannons. Helm cannons. Leg-side missile launchers. Arm-mounted cannons. Wrist cannons. Then, the actual guns hefted in the fists of the walker. Ideal had thought about putting a few energy weapons on the thing, but we decided against it. The munitions we had were more than good enough and the less chance that our tech was replicated the better. Did I feel silly pointed one gun at every single opponent I had? Yeah, but it was better than having no guns pointed at my opponent. In fact, with the micro-missile launchers and the backpack missile fabricator, I had more munitions to spare. “Did you all think about that!?”

The response I received was very enthusiastic.

“Bastard! Die, then!”

With that declared, at the foot of the academy’s gymnasium, sixteen Knight Armors exchanged fire.

Fifteen against one.

One against fifteen.

After shattering my magical barrier, they probably expected my armor to melt, but such wasn’t the case.

I was treated to being rocked to and fro within my armored chassis, but that was the extent of the damage they could hope to inflict on me.

I was a bit worried though.

“Fire. Fire. Fire!”

“Yeah, we’re not doing that until things have cleared up.” These nonlethal weapons were nonlethal if I hit the right spots. If I shot in the middle of this barrage, then Ideal could get away with killing people. I’m sure as hell that it would blame all the bullets hitting us for ‘missing,’ so I wasn’t giving it the opportunity. The magazines on those big cannons were pretty small so… yep. There it is. They’ve stopped firing, and smoke’s just starting to clear. “Now.”

“Damn you!”

I shot straight at every opponent all at once. Those on the receiving end of the smaller calibers got it to their head-styled sensor systems. Those on the end of the larger calibers got put out of commission instantly with shots to the chest. The smoke provided by the enemy’s bullets and high explosives all but ensured their shield-bearers couldn’t put themselves between me and my bullets, and those firing could slip into cover. Not only that, but I had a bird’s-eye view while they were blind, so I could pick and choose my targets.

In a singular barrage, half their number went down, the other half found their sensors destroyed by a barrage of autocannon rounds, and they reacted.

“He’s still alive!?”

“How!”

“The Lost Item must be tough… but it couldn’t possibly be still perfectly functional! Group up and finish the fight.”

“Wrong. My armor is holding perfectly. Your attacks were completely worthless, New Humans.” Ideal luxuriated in its utter military superiority, while I retargeted the larger guns to the remaining targets. The smoke was clearing already, and I was calibrating the shots to be perfect, when I discerned their new tactic. “Tch. Do they mean to get in close and simply pummel you to death? Fools.”

They formed a shield wall. It was an impressive feat, especially some elected to pop the heads off their mechs and drive via sight alone. Soon enough, the remaining half of my foes had a shield wall backed by several thousand tons of magic-powered armor. Some took up the weapons dropped by the disabled units and placed it right over the shoulders of those advancing. It was like some sort of shield-and-pike system, but with massive cannons, mechs, and mech-sized shields. A mobile fortress… but it was weak from above.

“Concussive missiles right over the top. I want clear lines of fire.”

“Firing.”

With a word, I sent out two missiles from my mech’s back and it went up and over the shield wall, right into the ‘center’ of the formation. They both blew up at the perfect altitude, enough so that most of the upper half the concussive shockwave hit the enemy, but the lower half bounced off the ground that they stood from. In effect, I blew the formation apart, despite the fact that it was thousands and thousands of pounds in mass.

Once they were scattered, without shields, I was more than capable of mission-killing their vehicles and advancing.

Where the heck were these capture targets?

Wait.

Where the hell was the MC?