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

Clearly, the broadcast had shattered their last shred of hope that the crowd would disperse on its own, and they had to adopt a strong stance.

To everyone present, this signal to attack was like pouring the last ladle of boiling oil onto a red-hot iron!

"Then let's fight!!"

A man holding a crude iron bar suddenly raised his weapon and shouted.

"Smash their dog heads! Make them understand!!" roared a companion beside him, dragging out a hastily made, crudely constructed shield studded with wooden spikes from behind.

"We are no longer the timid cowards we used to be!!"

"For us! For the children! For Chernobog!!"

"rush--!!!"

The pent-up anger erupted. From the hesitant to the resolute, from the terrified civilians to the spurred citizens, everyone was ignited by the doomsday prophecy of "500,000" and the police's aggressive stance, fueling their last bit of fighting spirit.

The Peterheim High School playground instantly transformed into the front line of a battleground. The dark mass of people, like a raging tide unleashed, roared and brandished every "weapon" they could find. Braving the spray of high-pressure water cannons, they began their charge against the direction the police station was advancing, disregarding everything else!

……

Inside the broadcasting station, the old headmaster trembled slightly as he asked, "What you said... is all of that true?"

"Yes...this is a fact they intentionally concealed. Think about it carefully, teacher. Besides fighting and looting, what else can an army group do? Build or manage a city?"

Early Dew shook her head and said, "They may not even be intentionally hiding it; they simply don't know when a city will completely go off track."

"Ha... So when I said those things before, you already knew very well that what I was saying was just fantasy. Yet you still insisted on saying you learned something... and that you wanted me to hear the children's voices."

The old principal seemed dejected, slumping weakly into his chair.

"No, teacher, you have indeed taught me one thing... that is, not everyone is as prepared as I am to fight to the end... as long as there is still a glimmer of hope in their hearts, as long as they have other better options, they will not persist on the path of struggle."

Early Dew said slowly, "It was because you, teacher, pointed this out to me that I noticed my team, those people who joined the march. They weren't actually prepared to fight the Ursus Group Army to the end."

"My only regret is that I used you again, teacher... to eliminate their hesitation and relief in this way. Hailey's calculations should be correct, but who can guarantee that things will develop in this way in the future? I have only revealed the most likely outcome."

During this conversation, Zao Lu did not turn on the radio, because it was indeed a little trick she used to make everyone completely believe that Chernobog would meet such an end.

The old headmaster shook his head and said with a wry smile, "You've already proven that you're the one who's right, so why talk about taking advantage of others... Just like me, didn't I also deceive those parents and decide the fate of those children?"

"You've already gotten what you wanted, so why linger here comforting an old man who's gone down the wrong path?"

"You've already gotten what you wanted, so why linger here comforting an old man who's gone down the wrong path?"

Zao Lu shook her head and said, "Teacher, I haven't done what I promised you yet."

"What did you promise me? What is it?" the old headmaster asked, puzzled.

“You gave me the opportunity to work at the radio station, and I… want you, Principal, to hear the most genuine thoughts of children like me.”

Zao Lu turned around and went to the microphone again, and began her speech once more.

……

Inside the teaching building, the students had long since lost interest in the lesson.

Every word echoing over the school radio struck them like a hammer blow—they were acutely aware that their parents and strangers were fighting to the death with the police outside their windows.

A sense of unease permeated the classroom, making the air seem to freeze. Some students suddenly stood up from their seats, fists clenched, their voices trembling with excitement:

"I can't take it anymore! My parents are fighting tooth and nail outside, I have to go help them! I'm going to fight!"

Before the words were even finished, the person had already dashed out of the classroom like an arrow. You're still singing, aren't you? You're empty, aren't you? Lin Zai Zai, aren't you...?

The teacher didn't even have time to raise a hand to stop her; she could only watch the disappearing figure and, forcing herself to remain calm, urge the other students, "Calm down! It's too dangerous outside..."

But the helplessness in his tone pierced through each student's defenses like a needle.

The silence in the classroom was shattered. The students looked at each other, their faces a mixture of fear, anger, and resentment.

The call to action from the early morning broadcast, "Take back everything that rightfully belongs to the people of Chernobog!" ignited their emotions like a spark hitting hay.

Some students gripped the edge of the desks tightly, their knuckles turning white, as if trying to press their fear into the wood;

Others, their eyes burning with fervor, whispered arguments with their neighbors: "What the principal says about preserving the future... it's all a lie! The people outside are our last hope, how can we hide here and wait to die?"

The sounds of charging and fierce fighting outside the window grew louder and louder, making the glass vibrate. The students unconsciously rushed to the window.

A girl huddled in a corner suddenly burst into tears: "Will they die...will we all die?"

The sob seemed to trigger a chain reaction—more students began to waver: some bit their lips and silently stood up, their steps unsteady as they moved toward the door;

Some people trembled and stepped back, their throats gurgling out a whisper that sounded almost like a plea: "Teacher... can't we just wait for the result?"

The teacher on the podium was completely overwhelmed by this torrent of emotions, and his words of advice were drowned out by the roars and crashes.

Everyone's heart was pounding in their chests, and every sound of fighting was like a drumbeat striking their souls, forcing them to choose between their survival instincts and the courage to awaken.

This wasn't just the case in this one class; in fact, almost all the classes on campus shared a similar atmosphere.

Just as the students were still confused, the static from the loudspeaker sounded again:

"Students, the voice you are hearing now is mine: Natalia, a student who, like you, is temporarily studying at Peterheim."

The students looked up at the loudspeaker. They were puzzled as to why Zao Lu was broadcasting again at this particular time.

The same questions were shared by the crowd and the police, especially the police. In their view, Zao Lu had already achieved her goal of igniting public anger, so why did she speak out again at this time, and why did she focus her attention on the children in the school?

"I know that a lot has happened today. You have also heard the principal's and my speeches. Although our youngest students are only 12 years old, I believe that most of the students at Peterheim High School have already understood most of the principles of this world."

"You may feel lost and anxious, or impulsively force yourself to make a choice. These are all perfectly normal things. This is because it is the first time we are facing the question of whether to leave the protection of our parents and even our closest relatives and confront hardship directly."

“I understand how you feel because I’ve been through the same thing… So now I’m here to tell you all, to open your eyes, and to make you understand what we really want to do and what we are capable of doing.”

Zao Lu's words began to stir a ripple in the students' hearts. At this moment, all the students quietly awaited Zao Lu's answer. Whether they were those who had been stirring up trouble, those who had impulsively run out, or those who had been crying quietly... they were all now hoping that Zao Lu would give them an answer.

Chapter 303: The Students' Awakening

"Students are probably familiar with the name 'Student Self-Government Association,' which has been active at Peterheim High School recently. They advocate for students to unite and work together to overcome the challenges facing Chernobyl."

"In fact, I am also a member of the student self-government association. In fact, more than half of the students who stood with the marching crowd this time were members of the self-government association."

Early Dew slowly said:

"I can even tell you that this march was initiated by our self-governing body. It was we who rallied so many people to fight alongside us."

"The reason we have grown to such a large scale is not only because we are on the right path, but also because our autonomous group once defeated a patrol army in public, giving the people of Chernobog a chance to vent their anger!"

This statement shocked everyone except for most of the protesters who already knew about it.

"What? They defeated a patrol army?" Valery looked astonished.

"It's true. I heard that the military sent people yesterday to inquire about the missing patrol. Look, Deputy Director, isn't that guy leading the charge wearing one of those army group helmets?"

Anton pointed in a direction and said.

"Damn it... this is a huge disaster. If the military finds out, all these citizens will probably be slaughtered. Before, only some soldiers were beaten, but a large number of the new elites in the inner city died."

Valery slammed his fist on the ground, a hint of annoyance in his voice, and said.

“But… given the current situation, whether or not there are soldiers, these citizens are doomed to die…” Anton said with some regret, looking at the citizens who were still resisting the riot police.

"..." Valery felt increasingly frustrated, as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat, preventing him from making a sound.

While the police and the citizens were locked in a fierce battle, the broadcast continued:

"I'm not saying this to prove anything or to show off. I just want everyone to understand why...why our autonomous group has such a strong sense of action? Why, when facing those patrol teams, not a single person chose to back down! Without hesitation!"

"Because everyone who joined the self-governing body... suffered more or less from the warlords... Daniel's parents' small shop was looted; Roman's father was beaten seriously by the patrolmen; Julia's mother was even worse off by those beasts... There are countless other examples."

“Even I… my father, my mother, died in a fire overnight, and were still labeled as traitors!”

"That's how the Self-Government Corps is. Apart from those who are full of a sense of justice and are born with a strong sense of hatred for evil and a desire to fight against injustice, the people who join are basically students like us who have been deeply hurt and can only stick together for warmth. It is because we bear this pain that we are determined to fight the warlords to the end!"

"They steal from us, and we will take it all back! They throw punches at us, and we will throw punches back! They insult and trample on our dignity, and we will repay them tenfold!"

These vivid examples sent shivers down the spines of every student on campus, because these things had happened to them to varying degrees, and some students had even suffered the same pain, but had not yet had the chance to join the student self-governing group.

Their hearts pounded and trembled violently, as if they had been completely gripped, causing their blood to flow faster.

"This has always been the driving force of the Self-Governing Body... but to be honest, I don't want this to be the driving force for all of you! Everyone here includes everyone in the Self-Governing Body now, including me."

A hint of sadness appeared on Zao Lu's face as she continued, "Because it was so painful... Even last night, I was still dreaming about my father and my mother... But all of that is gone forever."

"If this is the price we students have to pay for rising up in resistance, I would rather not pay this price!"

"I wish my mom and dad were still sitting at home waiting for me to come home, just like they always have! I wish my mom and dad were still eating together, telling each other stories about what's happened during this time, just like they always have..."

"Dad... Mom... why couldn't I have realized this sooner... and done something about it..."

Sobbing came from the broadcasting station, and everyone could feel Zao Lu's longing for her parents and her endless regret and sorrow over their deaths.

This emotion not only resonated with every student who had parents, but also touched the citizens fighting outside. Their hearts were filled with grief and indignation, which brought their fighting spirit to its peak.

In contrast, the police officers who were fighting against the citizens, especially those from Valery's faction, all hung their heads and were demoralized.

Their sense of justice and their actions are diametrically opposed. What are they doing? They are ignoring the suffering of the citizens of Chernobyl and inflicting violence upon them.

"So...hiss...ha...don't let the same tragedy befall others, don't let the chains of suffering continue to extend to everyone."

With her eyes closed, she let the water slide down her neck, choked back a few sobs to regain her composure, and continued:

"This is the driving force that the autonomous group really needs now... and it is yours too. Don't wait until you lose it to realize what you really need to do, and don't wait until you lose it to regret why you didn't take action sooner."

"Students, stand up and look out the window. Your parents might be there, fighting against warlords and their weapons for you!"

Zao Lu's words were like a command, causing the students to stand up involuntarily. They looked out the window, as if searching for their parents, or as if watching the citizens break through the police officers' lines.

At that moment, a shared thought crossed their minds, almost bursting forth. And as if anticipated, Zao Lu asked the question:

"Now, tell me the answer—do you choose to stay in the classroom, waiting for it all to end, waiting for the results... or do you choose to fight alongside your parents and us!?"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!!!"

It seemed that the boys started it, or perhaps everyone spoke at the same time. Amidst the rising and falling voices, the students' voices gradually converged, and they shouted out a common slogan.

"Okay, very good... Then please tell me louder—who caused this chaos and skyrocketing prices in the city!" (You're busy, Yongyong, and Lin Zaizai...)

"Warlords! Warlords! Warlords!"

"Who is it that stole what we depend on for our livelihood! Who trampled on the dignity of the people of Chernobog! Who made us bear such suffering!"

"Warlords! Warlords! Warlords!"

"Whom are we going to fight now! Whom are we going to drive completely out of our homeland!"

"Warlords! Warlords! Warlords!"

"Go, students, use your talents and find your place! Fight with determination! And now, it's time to tell those outsiders the true voice of the people of Chernobog, from young to old!"

After Zao Lu finished speaking, she paused the broadcast again, looked at the old principal, and slowly said, "Teacher, this time, you heard the students' choices, didn't you?"

"...I guess I really am getting old. Maybe you guys are right. From young to old, the people of Chernobog should keep fighting."

The old principal sighed deeply and finally nodded silently.

"Well... Principal, do you mind if I use the broadcast a little longer?" Zao Lu suddenly asked.

"You...do you have anything else to say?" The old principal was somewhat bewildered by the student in front of him. His first speech completely dispelled any remaining hope or hesitation among the citizens.

The second speech completely convinced all the students to resolutely prepare themselves to fight against warlord rule alongside their families and the people of Chernobyl.

And now, speaking for the third time, what else does she want to do? Their bet should have ended completely at this point.

“This time I wanted to speak for a fellow citizen of the self-governing body. She once told me that some people are also suffering, but because of their stance, they are now on the opposite side of everyone.”

Early Dew slowly said:

“I’m willing to trust her this once and work with her to bring those people back.”

"...You mean...?" The old headmaster instantly understood who Zao Lu was referring to, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Yes, the police station in Chernobog belongs to Chernobog and to its citizens. It shouldn't become a weapon used by outsiders to kill their own people..."

A resolute glint flashed in Zao Lu's eyes as she said, "I have awakened the citizens, awakened the students... now it is their turn."

Chapter 304: The Police's Confusion

"Deputy Director, our men can't stop these people anymore. Even tear gas and water cannons can't disperse them."

A member of the squad quickly asked:

"Deputy Director, should we use lethal weapons? If this continues, the brothers won't be able to withstand the pressure."

"..." Valery clenched his fists, his heart filled with conflict.

He knew very well that not only he, but even his men were increasingly losing their will to fight. Their unwavering belief had always been to protect the citizens and uphold justice.