My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 165: Legacy

Dr. Magnolia Dawson.

If you asked anyone from Earth, few would know of her. Most of her biographies only had one line: Wife of the legendary Breaker, Chad Daybreak Dawson. Compared to her husband, she was nothing more than a background character.

At least that was what the textbooks and formal schooling taught to the next generation.

However, ever since gaining his talent and meeting Bianca, Elian quickly learned that history could be rewritten. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the Crucible or the Big Three’s propaganda, but Dr. Magnolia was far from just a simple wife.

Together with Bianca, she created the system that allowed humans to fight in the dungeons. At least that was what most system users knew; in truth, she integrated the Crucible System to be compatible with humans via nanomachines.

Elian grew impressed and frustrated at how the Crucible controlled information. Lies were mixed with the truth so closely that it was already impossible to distinguish the two. Now, yet another shocking revelation came from Bianca that rewrote what he knew.

Dr. Magnolia Dawson wasn’t even human—she was a Psychomancer, an alien from another world with the power to bring back the dead.

But what the good doctor was hardly mattered. Elian’s only concern was that his Anchor cared about her and was overburdened with guilt.

"She gave her soulgem to me for my potion; how did I not kill her?" Bianca whimpered in tears.

Seeing his lover make such a regretful expression made Elian’s heart hurt. It had barely been a week since Bianca revealed that she was an artificial human. Back then, he thought he knew everything about his lover, only to be proven wrong once again.

Elian patiently brushed the small back of his woman. For all of her power, Bianca Valestra paid for it disproportionately. A lifetime of being hunted, betrayed, and abused, all so she could be the strongest human created solely for war.

Her only refuge was the Dawsons, Dr. Magnolia, and her husband Chad. But it seems that even Dr. Magnolia had her own agenda. And while Bianca blindly believed in her savior’s kindness, he couldn’t. In fact, he grew wary of the Psychomancer, skeptical even.

He shook his head and gripped Bianca’s hand tighter. "Bianca, did you take her soulgem from Dr. Magnolia?"

"Sniff... No..." she answered while sobbing.

"Did you threaten her into giving it to you?"

"No, she didn’t. She gave it to me after I succeeded in gaining Alchemist."

"See? You neither asked for it nor took it by force. Why do you think it was your fault?"

"Because if she still had her soulgem, then she would still have lived even if her body died."

"Yes, I understand that. But shouldn’t she know that too?"

"Huh?"

Elian furrowed his eyebrows and took a deep breath. As much as he wanted to speak badly about Dr. Magnolia, he held his tongue. Bianca obviously adored the doctor for her kindness and wisdom.

Pointing out Dr. Dawson’s faults would only serve to infuriate Bianca. Rather than be right, the Tyrant wanted his lover to no longer saddle herself with guilt over what happened to the doctor.

Bianca’s needs comes first.

Deciding to change how he thought about it, Elian continued to explain in a gentle voice.

"Bianca, Dr. Magnolia gave you her soulgem willingly. It would be your fault if you took her soulgem after learning the recipe. But she gave it to you willingly, and it was only years later that you found out that what you used was her soulgem, right?"

The witch nodded meekly.

"Then that means she intentionally kept you in the dark. Put simply, she willingly chose to become mortal, but she still did so for whatever reason. You’re not at fault. You just happened to be her legacy."

"Her legacy?"

Elian nodded and kissed Bianca’s hand, "Yes. If Psychomancers multiply by sacrificing their soulgem, you are not her killer but her legacy. You are proof that she existed."

At his words, Bianca’s eyes widened. "I am proof that she existed..."

Seeing his lover no longer in tears pleased Elian. Nodding, he decided to keep his misgivings about Dr. Magnolia buried and continued to reassure Bianca.

"Yes, her legacy. Whatever greatness you do, it will be because Dr. Magnolia gave her soulgem to you. You said the same thing about me, right? That I’m your legacy?"

"Yes, I remember," Bianca agreed.

"It is unfortunate that we don’t know what she truly wanted. But I can safely say this, Bianca: Dr. Magnolia wanted you to live."

Bianca’s body flinched.

"She knew you would die young because of your body. But she personally gave you a way to live by teaching you how to become a Psychomancer. She did so, knowing full well that this process required her core to work."

"..."

"She loved you, Bianca. Probably like a daughter."

Bianca looked down and bit her lip; her eyes quivered as tears streaked down her cheeks. While she was once again crying, her face seemed brighter. Elian could no longer feel guilt radiating from his lover; instead, it felt like relief, gratitude, and joy.

The witch threw her arms around Elian’s neck and hugged him with all her strength.

"Thank you."

It was a short phrase, but the Tyrant could feel the weight of these two words. It didn’t matter if Elian’s guess was true or not; what did matter was that it allowed Bianca to move forward. As her lover, that was all that mattered to him.

He said nothing and simply returned her embrace. It was a tender moment that both the couple shared. It was as if only the two of them existed; sadly, that was not the case.

A powerful, gravelly voice reverberated around Elian and Bianca.

"Hmm, for a Tyrant you seem too soft. It seems I am to be disappointed once again without finding peace."

Surprised by the voice, Elian quickly summoned his wall armor and placed Bianca behind him. Although the voice echoed from several directions at once, there was only one gigantic mana signature.

And Elian was standing on it.

"So you wish to fight and die; great, that works," the Weapon snarled.

The ground shook like a powerful earthquake. Elian quickly grabbed Bianca by her waist and released Living Metal from his feet, deploying Golem Lake. The body of Living Metal absorbed the vibrations and gave the pair solid footing.

"HAHAHAHA! I LIKE YOUR SPUNK, KINDLING!" A deafening, boisterous laughter rang out like thunder. It was so loud that covering one’s ears would still cause one’s brain to rattle from the echoes.

"FINE! THEN LET US SEE HOW DEEP YOUR ROOTS GO! HAHAHA!"

Then all of a sudden the ground split apart. Out of the fissures, gigantic wooden appendages the size of oil tankers sprouted up. Like massive snakes, the roots wrapped around each other and formed a humanoid giant.

The moss-covered roots gave the colossal Titan the appearance of a hobo. Its impossibly large frame cast a shadow so large it was as if the sun was eclipsed. This newcomer made the giants Elian and Bianca fought earlier look like toddlers, and it was still growing!

"Just what the hell are you?" Elian asked in frustration. "System, scan!"

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Name: Depth Deeper than the Center (M)

Alias: Viridian Overgrowth Tyrant

Talent: Rooted (S)

World: Karnathi

Species: Karnathian (Ironwood Wartreant)

Class: Dungeon Tyrant

Lvl: 69 | (Mid Dusk)

HP: 678,900/678,900 | MP: 465,000/465,000

Strength: EX | Intelligence: S | Agility: E

Title: N/A

Rank: Iron

Record: W: 0 | L: 0

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"Gulp."

Elian couldn’t help but swallow at the being that rose to fight him. It had been a while since he had seen something so powerful.

Stats scaled to one’s level. Meaning, as Elian grew, the stats his scan would show would always use him as a benchmark. This meant that, as he grew stronger, the average he encountered should have been around Cs or lower.

Silas, despite being a powerhouse on Earth, had at most A’s even when fully equipped. This freaking tree had EX strength. EX was the rank after SSS, meaning this thing was four whole ranks stronger than Elian when it came to strength.

There were only two battles in which Elian fought against those with EX stats. The Red Swam Tyrant, who boosted herself by sacrificing her life, and Heaven’s Fist, the pinnacle of humanity. In both battles, Elian barely survived by the skin of his teeth.

But rather than fear, Elian felt his body shiver with excitement. While he did almost die to both EX Stat fighters, he grew leaps and bounds after he killed both. Just imagining how much he would grow after winning against this bastard made him giddy.

Depth Deeper than the Center’s body stretched so high in the sky, Elian could not even see its face. But it hardly mattered.

"You will be fertilizer for my ascension, you oversized beanpole."

It was then that a soft, cold hand grabbed his; the dainty hand intertwined their fingers. Along with the affectionate gesture was a whisper overflowing with love.

"How shall we proceed, my beloved Tyrant?"

There was no fear, no hesitation, nor unease in Bianca’s voice. Only a conviction that felt harder than Living Metal. The Tyrant Candidate couldn’t help but smile as he tightened his grip.

"I want this bastard reborn as a Weapon," Elian declared with a savage grin.

"Understood. Then shall we go?"

"Let’s"

Letting go of Bianca’s hand, Elian lowered his stance and ignited the powerful boosters on his back. Faster than even sound, Elian’raced forward to fight the latest Tyrant to stand in his path.

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