I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead-Chapter 174: The Trial (31)

The archway pulsed with an otherworldly glow, the air thick with residual magic as Verena and Vivienne stepped through. The stone beneath their feet shifted subtly, the labyrinth rearranging itself in response to their progress, as though the entire structure was one massive, living puzzle still toying with them.

For a brief moment, they were met with silence—no more serpentine beasts, no immediate death traps, just the faint hum of astral energy lingering in the corridors.

"That wasn’t so bad," Vivienne whispered, arms folded behind her back, still practically skipping along like they weren’t seconds away from potentially dying not long ago.

"You say that now because you weren’t almost digested by a cosmic snake," Verena muttered, rubbing the back of her neck.

Vivienne hummed, utterly unbothered. "You made a cool plan! I believed in you."

"You screamed."

"That’s called being supportive."

Verena rolled her eyes, but despite the sarcasm lingering on her tongue, her chest felt... lighter. A small, reluctant grin tugged at the corner of her lips. It wasn’t often someone told her they believed in her—even if that someone was the literal embodiment of a forgetful, clumsy heroine archetype with far too much optimism for this cruel world.

The corridor ahead stretched into darkness, broken only by faint constellations flickering across the ceiling like stars trapped beneath stone. The walls were engraved with shifting sigils—symbols that responded to their Zodiacal signatures.

Verena traced a finger along the carvings, the markings glowing faintly in recognition. "We’re getting close."

"To the exit?" Vivienne tilted her head, wide-eyed.

"To the next problem," Verena corrected, voice dry. "There’s no easy way out. We’re not done."

True to her words, as they rounded the next bend, the air thickened, magic coalescing like static before a storm. A shimmering veil rippled into existence ahead—another trial gate.

But this one... wasn’t empty.

Isolde stood just beyond it, her expression unreadable as her sharp eyes flicked toward Verena and Vivienne. Beside her stood Raphael, arms crossed, posture rigid with that same quiet intensity he always carried. Even Penelope, dust-streaked and looking vaguely disgruntled, was there, her eyes rolling the second she spotted them.

"You finally decided to show up," Isolde remarked coolly, raising a brow.

"Missed you too," Verena shot back, before gesturing to Vivienne. "Picked up an extra along the way."

Isolde’s gaze landed on Vivienne with the precision of a scalpel, eyes narrowing faintly. "You...?"

Vivienne waved shyly. "Hi!"

Penelope groaned. "Of course. We’re adopting strays now."

"She’s useful," Verena defended quickly. "Somehow."

The tension hung thick for a moment longer, but then Raphael exhaled, the faintest hint of relief softening his features. "We’re wasting time. Trial Two’s last gate is ahead."

A system notification pulsed faintly in Verena’s vision:

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[TRIAL TWO: CONVERGENCE]

Team synchronization mandatory.

Failure to cooperate results in instant ejection from the Labyrinth.

Proceed when ready.

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Verena sighed. "Teamwork. My favorite."

Penelope smirked. "Try not to manipulate fate and ruin everything this time."

"Try not to punch the floor and break your knuckles," Verena shot back.

Despite the bickering, their steps fell into rhythm as they approached the shimmering veil together. Beyond the gate, the air warped—the final leg of the Trial waiting to reshape itself for them.

Vivienne clung slightly to Verena’s sleeve as they passed through, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do you... think we’ll really pass?"

For a second, Verena hesitated, memories of deaths, regressions, and maddening loops flashing behind her eyes.

Then she grinned.

"We’ll survive," she promised, voice steady. "And then? I’m getting a damn nap."

The gate consumed them.

The final challenge began.

The world beyond the shimmering gate was a different beast entirely.

Gone were the familiar stone walls and etched constellations of the labyrinth’s first levels. Instead, Verena and her team found themselves standing on a vast, floating platform suspended in an endless cosmic void. Shards of broken marble drifted like forgotten debris across the star-flecked abyss, glowing faintly with residual astral energy. Above and below stretched an infinite canvas of swirling nebulae, and distant Zodiac signs pulsed like celestial gods watching their little performance.

A low hum vibrated beneath their feet—a sound that wasn’t entirely sound, more like the whisper of fate twisting itself into place.

"This... is new," Raphael muttered, his eyes scanning the impossible space.

"Correction," Penelope quipped, twirling her spear. "This is ridiculous."

A new system notification flashed in Verena’s vision:

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[FINAL TRIAL: THE ZODIAC ASCENT]

Team Challenge Initiated.

Objective: Confront and overcome your Zodiacal Shadows.

Victory requires unity, strength, and the unraveling of personal weaknesses.

Note: The arena will adapt dynamically to expose your greatest flaws.

Good luck.

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"Shadows...? That doesn’t sound ominous at all," Isolde deadpanned, fingers already glowing with threads of her Bind Magic.

Vivienne clutched Verena’s arm. "Does... this mean scary versions of us appear?"

As if in response, the platform beneath them rumbled. From the drifting fragments of marble, shapes began to form—distorted, twisted versions of themselves, born from starlight and insecurity.

Verena’s breath caught as she watched her own doppelgänger materialize: a sharp-eyed, cold version of herself, wrapped in serpentine scales from head to toe, Saphira coiled around her neck like a living trophy. But her other self’s expression was empty—emotionless. Ruthless. The version of Verena who stopped caring, who severed all attachments, who survived by becoming untouchable.

"Oh hell no," Verena muttered.

Across from her, Raphael faced his own shadow—a blazing, volatile version of himself wreathed in uncontrolled Ignition Magic, flames licking across his skin with reckless abandon.

Even Penelope’s reflection sneered at her, drenched in exaggerated arrogance and bruised pride, eyes glowing with unspoken insecurities.

"Fantastic," Isolde muttered, already analyzing the battlefield. "It’s a therapy session with extra violence."

The shadow versions began to advance.

For the first time, Verena could feel the team’s nerves fraying. This wasn’t just a battle. It was personal, literal manifestations of their weaknesses clawing their way into reality.

And, of course, the universe didn’t stop there.

A deafening roar tore through the void as the space around them cracked like glass, and a new creature emerged—the Zodiac Beast designated for this final challenge.

A massive, shifting chimera of tangled constellations and cosmic energy, its body fluctuated between familiar animal forms: lion’s mane, serpent’s coils, eagle’s wings, goat’s hooves—all of them blending seamlessly together into an unsettling, impossible predator.

"Meet the Chimera of Alignment," Verena read aloud from another blinking system notification, voice dry. "Because fighting our own trauma wasn’t enough."

The beast lunged, the arena erupting into chaos.

Verena barely managed to roll aside as the Chimera’s tail—a writhing mass of serpents—crashed down where she’d been standing. Heat flared to her left as Raphael unleashed a concentrated blaze, forcing the beast back momentarily.

"Focus on your shadows!" Isolde barked, already weaving threads to bind her own distorted self.

Vivienne clung to Verena’s back, her Dreamtide Magic rippling around them as faint illusions flickered to life, momentarily distorting the battlefield to buy them seconds of breathing room.

Verena’s pulse pounded in her ears as her doppelgänger approached, that cold, detached smirk twisting her features.

"You can’t protect anyone," her shadow taunted, voice dripping with every ounce of doubt Verena had buried. "You’ll only get them killed... again."

For a moment, the weight of it all pressed down on her—the failed timelines, the regressions, the impossible burden of fixing everything.

But then—Vivienne’s hand squeezed her arm.

"I believe in you," the girl whispered, voice shaking but genuine.

It was stupid. Naïve. Exactly what Verena hated about these heroines.

But it worked.

With a snarl, Verena summoned her Zodiacal Mimicry, threads of borrowed constellations sparking to life around her as Saphira’s presence surged within her veins.

The fight wasn’t over.

And for the first time in a long while... she believed she might just win it.

Verena lunged forward, weaving around her shadow self’s strike with a sharp pivot. The phantom’s movements mirrored her own — precise, cold, efficient — but it lacked the grit beneath the polish. It lacked her. Saphira’s energy coiled beneath her skin, and the spectral weave of borrowed constellations flared brighter as she threw herself into the fight.

Her fists connected with the shadow’s face, the blow disrupting its form momentarily, threads of dark astral energy fraying apart like smoke. But the creature reformed with alarming speed, its serpentine eyes narrowing.

"Annoying," Verena hissed.

Across the platform, Raphael and Isolde were locked in their own brutal battles, their distorted reflections pressing them relentlessly. Penelope, despite her usual bravado, struggled with her arrogant, wounded counterpart, both of them swinging their weapons with reckless fury.

Vivienne hovered near the edge, channeling her Dreamtide Magic. The air shimmered as faint illusions warped reality, throwing the enemy off-balance just enough to tip the scale.

Verena pressed forward, every strike punctuated by the sting of old doubts and regrets. But with each hit, her shadow faltered.

This wasn’t just about fighting a monster.

It was about choosing not to be consumed by who she could’ve been or whatever. She didnt know.

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