A Villain's Journey Begins in the Type-Moon World

"We need to calm down and figure out which voices are truly from the people. For us, fairness to the people is the only thing that cannot be changed; everything else can be changed."

"So today, although you are shouting and protesting, you have also seen that we have made many promises and changes, whether it is the handling of military issues, the price issue, or various issues that everyone is concerned about. We believe that as long as the people of Chernobyl can overcome the current difficulties, we can change anything to make promises to everyone."

"Because if even ordinary people can't accept it, then what's the point of everything we do, right?"

Boris had thought of almost every comforting word he could think of in his life, and he believed that this speech might be the best he had ever given.

However, he felt that if he could cry and sob a little more, he might be able to truly touch the hearts of these ordinary people and gain their full trust this time.

In fact, Boris Johnson's speech did indeed confuse many people, making them feel that what the mayor said did make some sense.

Unfortunately, aside from the fact that many people from various factions with ulterior motives were indeed hidden among the masses, the people of today are no longer the honest people who blindly believed in conquest.

They witnessed far too many phenomena in Chernobyl, but most of them remained silent, never uttering a sound. They simply relied on their own feelings to label each government force in their minds.

Therefore, Boris's remarks about "there are many voices and it's hard to hear" not only had no effect on them, but also became a form of mockery, a mockery that treated them like fools.

"You're talking nonsense!!!"

Just then, a burly man with an Originium crystal on his forehead suddenly turned around from the front row, pointed at Boris, and angrily shouted:

"Pah! What do you mean you can't hear others?! If you can't hear them, then don't fucking stand in that spot!!"

"My wife died tragically in a disturbance in Chernobog ten years ago!! For ten whole years, you've never done anything for me!! You threw me into the industrial zone! Forced me to do those Originium industry jobs as atonement! Just because I want to seek justice for my wife!"

"I had no choice but to endure it. I toiled for ten years without complaint, even contracting Oripathy, just to keep living, all for the sake of my wife's only daughter! Lisa... my poor Lisa! On the very day those damned thugs arrived, she was brutally raped and murdered by those bastards!!"

"Liar—you're all liars!! Talking such nonsense! Have you even seen your own daughter die a horrible death in your home?!"

"You, what kind of damn mayor, are accomplices with those thugs... no! Accomplices!! I will kill—kill you all! To avenge my wife and daughter!!"

The man leaped and landed directly on the podium.

"Quick! Stop him!!"

The police chief immediately exclaimed in surprise.

"Die!!" The man suddenly sprang up and stabbed Boris with his knife.

"Ugh!"

Boris felt as if something had pierced through his body, and he felt as if all his strength had been drained away.

So... that's the real reason why he's been so anxious all day?

Chapter 291: Yes, today is the happiest day of my life.

Shoot him! Shoot him now!

Dunkel never expected that Boris would be assassinated right under his nose.

But Dunkirk wasn't the only one surprised; informants from various factions were also shocked by the outcome.

Because this burly man was not someone assigned by either of them.

The purpose of underground shopping malls is to expose what people dare not say, forcing everyone to confront the issues directly and making them unavoidable. This, in turn, compels people to consider whether they should continue to endure the situation.

The student group's goal was almost identical to that of the underground shopping mall: to draw attention to the military's crimes. However, before they could say much, they were stopped by plainclothes police officers.

Finally, there were people secretly sent by the military, who were stirring up trouble and shifting the focus of criticism from the military to the government's incompetence and the inside story of Boris Johnson's collusion with the military.

However, before they could even use the vast amount of information they had prepared, this assassination attempt suddenly occurred, catching them completely off guard.

Although everyone had their own goals, none of them changed direction.

"Shhhhh-"

A group of guards armed with crossbows opened fire on the burly man, who was struck in the back by dozens of bolts. However, he did not fall; instead, he drew his knife and shouted:

"Kill all these parasites!! Leave not a single one alive!!!"

Dunkel roared, "Kill him now!!"

More than a dozen crossbow bolts pierced the burly man's body, and he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood before losing consciousness in despair.

Even so, the burly man still held his long knife high, silently conveying something to all the people present.

"They're armed with crossbows! These guards really aren't going to let us go! Quick, grab the children and run!!"

Just then, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted. As if a whistle had been fired, the people, driven by this statement, quickly dispersed after witnessing the scene.

Of course, they didn't forget to disperse the plainclothes police and rescue the students.

"Ouch!!"

Some of the plainclothes police officers were even knocked to the ground and kicked a few times. Clearly, these people were not stupid or ignorant; they could tell who was good and who was bad, and they immediately vented their anger.

The students naturally followed the flow of people and quickly fled. They had already achieved their goal and were able to return to campus safely, which was already a lucky thing.

Among them were, of course, the three who had led this complicated affair: Winter, Dew, and Summer. They didn't put up much resistance, but instead pretended to be captured.

They had originally planned that after the police arrested them and took them out of there, they would find a suitable opportunity to catch the plainclothes police off guard and then escape.

They even considered trying to get their hands on a few police station weapons for use.

But unexpectedly, things didn't go as planned, and he simply followed the crowd and escaped from the lecture venue.

"Quickly! Seal it off! Chase all these people here!!" Dunkel roared, "There must be some of this assassin's accomplices among them! Better to arrest the wrong person than let one go!!"

"Your Excellency, we don't have enough manpower this time, and I'm afraid we won't be able to stop those people at all," the police chief said apologetically.

"Damn it! Why aren't we enough men?! And how could we let such a ruthless assassin in?! Are you all useless?!" Dunkel grabbed the chief's collar and yelled.

"But... but, Your Excellency, wasn't that an order you personally gave, requiring most of the police force to be used to monitor the military's movements?" the chief couldn't help but argue.

"Are you trying to say this is my problem?" Dunkel asked coldly.

"No... I wouldn't dare."

"Chief! Viscount!!" Just then, a police inspector wielding a crossbow rushed up to the two, interrupting their conversation: "Where's Lin? He's busy... Where's Lin? He's here... He's not free..."

"Mayor Boris... he's still breathing! Our emergency medical team has managed to keep him alive."

"What did you say? Still alive?" Dunkel asked immediately.

"Yes, but Mayor Boris is in critical condition and needs to be taken to a specialized hospital for emergency treatment," the officer said.

"Then hurry up and go! You too, take some men and go with us! Since we can't catch those people, now you'd better protect Mayor Boris!" Dunkel said in a deep voice.

"Yes, sir!" The police chief, as if granted a pardon, immediately led the officer to the podium.

Dunkel looked at the chaotic scene in the meeting room, his face clouded with gloom.

Boris, as a representative of the new elite, certainly deserved to die, but not at this time in such an absurd way! This will plant a very bad seed in the hearts of all the people of Chernobog—a seed of rebellion.

Dunkel is here to manage this kind of city for Prince Baikal. If a major problem arises here, Prince Baikal will hold him accountable first.

"If a civil uprising really breaks out... I'm afraid the police department and Boris's private army won't be enough...!"

Dunkel felt a very bad feeling. Was he now going to have to beg Dortmund?

Wait, beg for mercy from Dor? Dunkel seemed to have thought of something, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes once again.

Was all of this—was it all intentional on Dortmund's part?

……

Chernobyl Border Army Barracks (formerly Chernobyl No. 4 Middle School)

"Yes—yes! I understand what you mean. Yes! I will definitely complete the task you have assigned me, Your Excellency!"

Quan Duoer then hung up the phone, a barely suppressed smile playing on his lips. He immediately took out his treasured wine, filled his glass, and prepared to enjoy it to express his joy.

Just then, a hurried voice rang out: "General! General! Something terrible has happened!"

Then Stonnov rushed in.

“Ha, Stone, you’ve come at just the right time. I just opened a bottle of fine wine, let’s enjoy it together.” Zundol picked up the bottle and began to hand it to Stonenov, gesturing for him to pour the wine.

"General, something terrible has happened outside the city." However, after taking the wine bottle, Stone did not pour the wine immediately. Instead, he looked very anxious and said.

"Something big has happened? What big thing could happen? Could it be that the rebel army has invaded?" Quan Duoer chuckled and said.

“No, no… it’s Boris’s side! I was trying to set the pace during Boris’s speech as you asked, but I didn’t expect…” Stonnov immediately told the whole Dortmund about the major events that had occurred during the speech.

"What? What did you say? Boris was assassinated?"

Quan Duoer was clearly surprised by the news, but that was all; he was even a little delighted.

"Is he dead or not?" Quan Duoer asked.

"They say he was rescued, but he'll probably be bedridden for a long time," Stonnov said.

"Heh, this old fox is pretty tough; we didn't manage to kill him right away," Quan Duoer said with a regretful expression.

“This… Lord Dor, regardless of whether Boris lives or dies, this assassination attempt will likely be blamed on us,” Stonnov said. “The operation was too big and the results were too good; Viscount Dunkel will probably suspect us immediately.”

"Heh, so what if he suspects someone? Does this old man want to take action? He can only suspect without being able to catch the person or have any evidence."

Quan Duoer shook his head and continued:

"On the contrary, things are different on our side. A popular uprising is about to happen, and our plan is about to succeed. But more than any of that, what makes me happiest is... that Prince Baikal has just given me the latest instructions."

Subsequently, Zhodor told Stonnov about the contents of the call.

"Is...is this real?" Stonenov asked incredulously.

"Haha, otherwise why do you think I'm in such a good mood today?"

Quan Duoer said with a smile.

"Now that Boris has been assassinated, our plan can continue, and we've even gained the Grand Duke's support... This is truly a double blessing, General." Stonnov understood everything at this moment and offered his congratulations repeatedly.

"Yes, today is the happiest day ever." Quan Duoer raised his glass and laughed heartily.

Chapter 292: Huh? You're kidding, right? Aren't I a gunpowder genius?

Boris's assassination became the biggest topic of discussion in the entire city of Chernobyl.

Some lamented, some were indignant, and some remained silent...

However, most Chernobyl residents share a common understanding: no one thinks Boris's assassination was entirely innocent.

On the contrary, the burly man's actions opened a door, revealing how easily the mayor, who was once seen as high and mighty and invincible, could be slaughtered.

He can get hurt, he can die, just like most people in Chernobog.

When these Chernobogers realized this, the seeds of rebellion that had been secretly planted by the Integration quietly sprouted at that moment.

On the streets, a group of people have appeared, holding up banners to protest martial law, protest the control of the city government and the military, and demand that all the army groups be expelled from the city.

They even started demanding that the police department return the body of the "hero" who assassinated Boris!

……

Somewhere in the underground mall

"Whenever we think our plans are fast and radical enough, reality always exceeds our expectations, and history is unfolding in a faster and more radical way."

As Wang Chong walked, looking at the news about Boris Johnson in the newspapers and the spontaneous protests organized by various groups, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Perhaps... Ursus is truly on the verge of collapse." Even Herag, who was standing beside Wang Chong, couldn't help but sigh, as the speed at which things were developing had exceeded all of their expectations.

However, things aren't always better done faster. In fact, due to the cooperation with the factory on protective clothing, Hrag has secretly begun having workshop foreman Peter organize some trustworthy employees to secretly produce some knives and shields for self-defense.

All of this is preparation for the battles to come. Regardless of where the people of Chernobog ultimately end up, they will need weapons and armor to arm themselves. Only then will they have a minimum level of preparedness to confront the border army.

Even Wang Chong was training the infected in the underground streets day and night, transforming them from ordinary people into militia members capable of fighting.

But all of this takes time... Unfortunately, the outbreak of the incident has left them no longer able to continue preparing for it.

"Now that things have come to this point, conflict could break out at any moment. Those citizens need a force capable of withstanding the elite border troops. The current level of organization and training of the infected in the underground streets is clearly insufficient."

Wang Chong spoke slowly.

As a former general of the Royal Guard, Herag also understood that training shieldbearers and melee vanguards in such a short time might be manageable, but building up the main offensive force of crossbowmen and sorcerers was simply impossible.

Both archers and warlocks have a high barrier to entry, namely, they must have a talent for Originium Arts.

Although the nature of the infected allows most people in the underground city to ignore this hurdle, becoming a skilled archer or sorcerer requires more than ten times the time and resources compared to training a shieldbearer or vanguard.

However, without sufficient long-range means, even if the people in the underground city rise up in resistance, they will be nothing more than live targets to be kited by the Imperial Guard.

Perhaps they will eventually be able to defeat the border army, but the price they will have to pay will likely be beyond everyone's imagination.

“But now, we have no other choice,” Herag said in a deep voice.

"No, don't be too pessimistic, old man. I've always prepared for the worst, just in case these unexpected events happen and we're caught off guard. Look, we've arrived."