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

But since the arrival of those troops, they have been forced to do things that harm citizens and go against their conscience. What binds them is not only their identity and stance as government executive agencies, but also the protection of their families.

"Sometimes I really envy those beasts, who can do those beastly things without any restraint or pressure..." Valery closed his eyes and finally made his decision:

"Use lethal weapons."

"Wait...wait, Deputy Director, did I hear that right? You're telling us to kill those people?"

Before the team member could speak, Anton, who was still giving instructions, heard this and abandoned all command, went straight to Valeri and asked.

“This is an order; we have no choice,” Valery said slowly.

"But……"

"No buts! Anton. I'll take responsibility, I'll take responsibility... Anyway, I'm just a good-for-nothing bastard. Besides, things have come to this point, even if we're willing to let them go, do you think those citizens who've already gone too far will let us go?"

Valery said with a ferocious expression.

“…Yes, sir.” Anton lowered his head, then patted the team member who had come to inquire, signaling him to leave and prepare.

"Wait, Deputy Chief..." At this moment, another policeman turned around and quickly reminded him.

"What is it now?" Valery asked the team member, already looking at him with some impatience.

"Those citizens seem to have stopped. Apart from guarding their positions at the school gate, they don't seem to intend to continue fighting us. And our teammates in front have also stopped."

"How could they have stopped without my order? What's going on up ahead? Why did they stop?"

Valery snatched the communicator from Anton's hand, switched channels, and immediately began questioning him.

"Because I made them do it."

However, the voice coming through the communicator was not that of the team members at the front.

"Old Demi? It's you? What are you doing? Didn't you already infiltrate the campus? We've been waiting for your signal, but you haven't replied yet."

Valery immediately questioned him.

“Valerian…stop.” After a moment of silence, Dmitri’s sigh came through the communicator.

"Stop? At this moment? Are you kidding me, old Demié?" Valery took a deep breath and asked, "What exactly happened on your end?! Where's Zoya?"

“Zoya…you’ll see her soon.” Dmitri said, then unilaterally cut off the communication, leaving Valery to keep asking questions without answering.

Dmitri reached into his pocket with trembling hands, then paused, realizing that he could no longer afford cigarettes these days.

He gave a bitter laugh, leaned back against the wall, and looked as if he had aged several years.

Ah, as the children grow up, don't I age several years? Dmitry thought to himself.

Ultimately, persuaded by his daughter and influenced by Natalia's speech, he chose to believe his daughter once more.

This is not only a chance for his own daughter, but also for that girl named Natalia. A chance to have a dialogue with the entire police force.

Meanwhile, Valery was still wondering what Dmitry was up to when the broadcast started again:

"Everyone, it's me again, Natalia. This time, I want to speak to the Chernobyl police who are currently confronting us outside the campus."

This time, it was clearly the police officers who were surprised. They hadn't expected that the broadcast would be directed at them again.

"What does this mean? Does she think she can persuade us to join them? Ha, how naive of her."

Valery clicked his tongue lightly and said.

“She’s not like… the deputy director, she’s just a child,” Anton whispered a reminder.

"Do I need you to remind me?"

Valery glared at Anton. That's what he said, but after those two brilliant speeches, who would still consider that girl in the radio station to be a child?

"So, Deputy Chief, what should we do? Are we just going to wait here? The other officers are all waiting for instructions," Anton asked.

"...See? Old Demi won't stop us for no reason." Valery glanced at Anton, then sighed softly and said.

"...See? Old Demi won't stop us for no reason." Valery glanced at Anton, then sighed softly and said.

"Good!" Anton smiled slightly and quickly picked up the communicator to begin issuing ceasefire commands.

Meanwhile, the person on the broadcasting station paused for a moment before slowly uttering their words:

"Ladies and gentlemen, please take a good look at the citizens standing in front of you. Are they really heinous thugs? You should know better than anyone else what their demands are."

“You, like us, grew up in this city of Chern. We see each other all the time... You shouldn’t be fighting each other. Admittedly, you are appointed by the government and obey and carry out the orders of those in power.”

"But before that, you were the police of Chernobog, your neighbors and friends, the fathers of Chernobog children... Today, as you turn your swords against the people of Chernobog, aren't you turning the blades against those you swore to protect? Against your friends, even against your own families..."

"In fact, what would be the point of being a Chernobyl police officer if there were no Chernobyl people? The rights and obligations you have been given have never been granted by the government, but by every single person in Chernobyl."

"Even a child like me understands this principle, don't you understand it? Then what are you fighting for? Is it merely the orders of those in power? But let alone giving you any benefits, have they even protected your families?"

Faced with these questions, many police officers were speechless. In fact, even after Zao Lu finished her first two speeches, they already harbored deep doubts about their crackdown.

However, they are still receiving a salary that is enough to support their families, and they face pressure from their top boss, so they can only continue to force themselves to do this kind of work.

Even during the fight with the citizens just now, they all unanimously let the citizens attack them first, so that they could justify their act of suppression in the form of self-defense.

"Or do you think that by following the military you can get a share of the pie? That you can survive in the future chaos of Chernobog? Don't even think about it. Without the scale of an army, you will be targeted sooner or later! Especially when the survivors of Chernobog don't let 'traitors' go, you will probably be the first target."

After saying all this, Zao Lu looked at the police officers outside who still hadn't completely given up their fighting spirit, and finally said:

"And one last and most important point... If we cannot unite, then there is no need to wait until the future. Today, we will decide our true fate."

"We will not give up the fight, even if you take up deadly weapons, we will continue to fight. Because we have no way out!"

"Everyone, please demonstrate your awareness and fighting spirit once again. Will you back down now?"

"No refunds! No refunds! No refunds!!!"

The marching citizens held aloft their iron plaques and signs, chanting in unison. Not only the citizens, but also the students who had been previously rallied had come to the front lines, shouting with a momentum no less impressive than the other marching groups.

"This is the enemy you will face. Even if you wipe us all out, will there be others like us in Chernobog? Can you stop them? Can you kill them all?!"

Early dew shouted loudly:

"Do you even have a reason to keep fighting like this? You should know that if you die here, no one will take care of your families and children."

"Because you have betrayed Chernobog, and betrayed the vast majority of the people of Chernobog!"

"Stop being so stubborn... This will be the final announcement. Will you continue to be the butcher's knife and lackey of those warlords, or will you stand with the people of Chernobog and fight against the culprits who destroyed our homeland!"

Chapter 305: Heroes of the Youth

After the broadcast ended, most of the police officers outside indeed lost the will to continue fighting.

They joined the Chernobyl Police Department with hearts full of justice and honor. Even in the worst of circumstances, they still retained some of the goodwill and ideals of the past.

The only thing that can sustain them now, besides their salaries that are enough to live on, is the ability to protect their families.

But as the radio said, their wages weren't enough to keep up with the inflation that followed, and after they died, no one would be able to take care of their families and children.

So why do they continue to go against the grain?

For the sake of Chernobog's stability? But who is the real culprit causing Chernobog's instability? Don't they know the answer in their hearts?

To protect his identity? But what meaning does a police officer's identity have anymore? The common people see him as a traitor, and those above him see him as a pig or a dog.

They could find no reason to continue fighting... no, perhaps there was one more reason: to obey orders.

So they all turned their gazes in one direction with perfect understanding, towards the commander-in-chief of their crackdown operation: Deputy Director Valery.

"Deputy...Deputy Director, both the people there and our people are waiting for an answer. Should we continue?"

Anton was reluctant to urge Valery, but the atmosphere was becoming increasingly oppressive, and he was afraid that one side might succumb to the pressure and make a "wrong" move that could have unimaginable consequences.

"Should we continue...? Heh, so they've finally thrown the problem into our hands?"

Valery remained silent for a long time. Urged by Anton, he chuckled twice, revealing a very bitter expression, and slowly said, "Make your move."

"Okay...do it...wait, do it?"

Upon hearing the order, Anton picked up the communicator, but just as he was about to relay the instructions, he realized what kind of order it was. He looked at Valery with an incredulous expression.

"Otherwise, do we really want to recklessly bet everything on fighting against the behemoth that is the Ursus Empire?"

Valery said with a wry smile:

“Anton, how can you still be so naive? Death is never scary... despair is.”

"Whether it's us or them, at least we died in the process of fighting each other's wills. No matter how painful it was, it was only for a moment... But when they faced the enemy's advance, they realized that war and despair are far more terrifying than death."

"Besides, even if we were willing to join them, do you really think those people would forgive us? We've already made those mistakes... we can only continue down the wrong path."

“From the moment we went from being police officers to ‘executioners,’ there was no turning back. So let’s get started. If you’re unwilling to give the order, I’ll do it myself.”

Valery snatched the communicator from Anton's hand, about to turn it on and give orders, when a sharp sound suddenly rang out:

"Uncle Valery—!!!"

Valerina's thumb, which had been pressing the communicator button, suddenly stopped. He abruptly looked up, searching for the source of the familiar voice.

At the original school gate, the crowd spontaneously parted to make way for a figure holding a megaphone, surrounded by a group of sorrowful-looking teenagers, as he walked step by step to the forefront of the battlefield.

"That's... Zoya, is that Zoya?" Anton recognized the girl holding the megaphone at a glance; it was none other than Zoya, the daughter of his captain.

“Zoya…” To Valery, who had no children of his own, Zoya, who often came to the police station for training, was like his real daughter. Because of this, he had fought with old Demi many times over the issue of raising their daughter.

That is why Valery valued Zoya so much, and why he chose to ignore old Demi's disobedience and let him sneak in to rescue Zoya.

However, he also did not expect that Zoya would one day stand on the opposite side of him.

This also reminded him of what old Demi had just told him: "Zoya...you'll see her soon."

In fact, he had a premonition, but when Zoya actually appeared in front of him, especially when she called out to him loudly, Valery's heart still trembled.

Zoya took another deep breath, raised the megaphone to her lips, and spoke with an uncontrollable sob and a hopeful plea that seemed to pierce through the crowd:

"Uncle Valery—!!"

This call transcended the cold air and the opposing camps, piercing straight into Valery's heart.

“Uncle Valery,” Bitter Wood’s voice trembled slightly in the cold wind, tears glistening in her eyes, “I saw it all. This time, you were in command… I’ve been watching everyone’s every step of the way…”

Her gaze, seemingly burning with intensity, locked firmly with Valery's complex and pained eyes across the scorching space.

"Uncle Valery, do you still recognize these children?"

Bitter Ai's voice suddenly rose, carrying a barely perceptible plea. She stepped aside to make room and pointed to the group of tear-blurred children behind her, "Open your eyes and look at them! The children you saved have come!"

Valery's cloudy gaze swept over the sad and young faces, and the rescue operation to eradicate organized crime five years ago instantly flashed through his mind.

He was stabbed dozens of times while trying to rescue them from the thugs and nearly died in his hospital bed.

It can be said that every child's face was a medal of hope that he desperately clung to on the edge of death.

A surge of intense guilt and memories coursed through his body like an electric current, causing him to tremble violently.

The sound of wormwood rose again, like a cuckoo weeping blood:

"If it weren't for your life-risking rescue five years ago, what would have become of these younger students? Uncle Valery!"

Her tears finally broke free and rolled down her cheeks, and she continued sorrowfully:

"In their hearts, you will always be that blood-soaked hero! A role model they should look up to and follow!"

She shouted almost hoarsely: "You, Yongmei, Yongyong, want to empty your mind, Lin Zaizai, are you...?"

"You heard Natalia's voice too! All of us, including myself, are hoping this city will escape the clutches of the warlords! We're all waiting for you, just like five years ago—like a true hero—to save us again! To pull us out of hell!!"

"But what about you?" The wormwood's question abruptly turned into a sharp wail, like an accusatory arrow piercing Valery's heart. "What are you doing now?! Are you going to drag your former comrades along to hurt the people you swore to protect with your life?!"

Valery listened to these heart-wrenching, blood-soaked cries, feeling as if each word was a dull knife stabbing into his already overburdened chest.

Seeing the pure sadness and unbelievable disappointment on the children's faces, his heart felt as if it had been thrown into a pot of boiling oil, causing him unbearable pain.

"Please, come back!" Bitter Wormwood's voice was filled with desperate pleading. She tried to wipe away her tears, but she couldn't.

"Don't go any further into the abyss! Listen to the children's voices... listen to the voice in my heart! The Uncle Valery I know—the one who would take bullets for us, comfort us with a smile, and be at a loss when we cry—he is definitely not a cold-blooded killing machine!"

She cried out almost uncontrollably:

“Not just you, Uncle Valery. There’s my father Dmitri, Uncle Anton, and Uncle Victor…” Abscess recited each familiar name, as if they were family, her voice filled with deep reluctance and heartache.

“You…each and every one of you is a hero of this city! We remember all the good things you have done, and we will never forget a single one of them!”

"It's not too late to turn back!" A final, tragic hope ignited in Wormwood's eyes. "Please don't go down this path anymore!"

After saying this, with trembling hands, Bitter Ai solemnly handed the megaphone to the first boy behind her who was crying.

The children's innocent yet incredibly sincere voices, tinged with heavy sobs, rose and fell in waves: