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

"Uncle Valery! You are the greatest hero! Protect us one more time, just like before! Let's drive away the bad guys together!"

"Uncle Valery! Please! Come back! You are... you are the kindest and best policeman!"

A girl's voice choked with emotion as she recalled:

"I will always remember how badly you were injured, your police uniform stained with blood, yet you still forced a smile at me, touched my head and said, 'Don't be afraid, the bad guys have been caught...'"

Finally, an older boy, with all his might, shouted out the most moving words:

"Uncle! It was you who pulled me out of hell that time, that's how I survived!"

"From that day on, I made up my mind—I want to be a good policeman like you, Uncle, who can protect everyone! That's my dream to live on, Uncle!!"

His voice was filled with longing for his idol and fear of his beliefs crumbling, "Uncle—! Please don't give up!! Don't let our hero...fall down!!"

Chapter 306: Lay down your weapons, take up the hearts of the people

Valery's hand, gripping the communicator, trembled violently. Anton could even clearly hear the cracking of his knuckles, as if they were about to break under the weight.

Those calls of "Uncle," those tear-stained, hopeful, and sorrowful young faces, were like countless red-hot irons, fiercely branding his already battered heart.

Especially the boy's tearful outburst, "I want to be a good policeman like you, Uncle, who can protect everyone! This is my dream to live on! Uncle!! Please don't give up!! Don't let our hero... fall down!!"—every word was like a heavy hammer, shattering the cold shell that Valery used to support his "completely wrong" approach.

Hero? Who is the hero they're talking about? Is it Valery, who five years ago teetered on the brink of death after being stabbed dozens of times while saving children? Or is it the deputy director who's about to press the button and order his men to raise their weapons against the people, including these children?

The immense tearing sensation almost suffocated him. The wormwood's heart-wrenching accusations echoed repeatedly in his ears:

"What are you doing?! Are you going to drag your former comrades along to harm the people you swore to protect with your life?!"

"That uncle who would shield us from bullets and comfort us with a smile—he was definitely not a cold-blooded killing machine!"

Yes... when did Valery become a machine that orders others to harm the people? Protect his family? Protect Chernobog? Isn't the path he chose pushing them into an even deeper abyss of despair?

Fighting Ursus is certainly terrifying, but what is the point of living if one has to suppress one's own people and betray one's ideals as the price of survival?

With a thud, the communicator slipped from Valery's hand and crashed heavily onto the cold ground. His thumb, which had been pressing the button, ultimately failed to land.

Anton watched him nervously, awaiting a fateful command. Suddenly, hot tears welled up in Valery's cloudy eyes, streaming down his resolute yet weathered face.

He abruptly raised his head, looking towards the direction of the wormwood, towards the group of crying children. Then, he took a deep breath, as if to inhale all the pain and regret that had been building up in his chest, and transform it into his final courage.

He bent down, not to pick up the communicator, but practically snatched a megaphone used for command from the hand of a police officer next to him, whose expression was equally complex and whose eyes wavered.

He raised the megaphone high, his movement carrying a resolute, all-or-nothing air. As the megaphone approached his lips, his voice initially trembled and choked with emotion, even becoming somewhat hoarse:

"Children..."

The moment those two words were uttered, the stagnant air seemed to be struck by a boulder. The wormwood and the children instantly stopped crying, staring at him intently, holding their breath. All the officers, as if frozen in place, fixed their gazes on the deputy chief.

Valery's chest heaved violently; he seemed to be using all his strength to control the surging emotions. He spoke again, his voice suddenly rising, no longer trembling, but carrying a poignant and resolute tone, a desperate resolve that tore through the darkness, echoing clearly throughout the entire battlefield:

"Children...stop talking! That's enough!!!"

Valery's gaze swept over the boys and girls he had once saved, who now stood against him and pleaded with him. Every child whose gaze touched him felt the unfathomable pain and... clarity that came after struggle contained within that gaze.

“I…I’m sorry! It’s my uncle…I’m sorry to you all!” Valery’s voice choked again, each “I’m sorry” weighing heavily. Then, his tone turned into a resolute declaration:

"Let it end! It's all over!"

Valery abruptly pointed the megaphone at all the officers who were still awaiting orders, equally moved by the words of the wormwood and the child, and suffering immense inner turmoil. His voice was thunderous and deafening:

"I command—! Everyone, lay down your weapons! Stand by!"

"The crackdown is officially cancelled, effective immediately! We... are done!"

When he shouted "I quit!", Valery felt as if a massive weight had been pressing on his heart and shattering! He practically roared out his last words:

"We're with you! If we're going to live, we'll live together! If we're going to shoulder the burden, we'll shoulder this city together!"

silence.

The deathly silence lasted for about two or three seconds.

Then--

"Whoosh—!!!!"

An incredulous roar, followed by ecstatic sobs and shouts, erupted from the crowd!

The megaphone fell from her hand. She abruptly covered her mouth, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam—tears of joy! The children behind her were stunned for a moment, then erupted in a deafening roar of cheers and sobs.

"Uncle!!!"

"Uncle Valery!!!" Where are you, Yang Mei, Yang Mei? Are you here, Lin Zai Zai...?

"Waaaaah... That's great!!!"

At the same time, within the police front—

The deathly silence was shattered by an even greater upheaval.

The long-suppressed despair, guilt, and hesitation finally found an outlet. When the police officers understood the deputy chief's choice, and realized they no longer needed to raise their weapons against their compatriots and those children, the heavy shackles were broken!

First, several officers, as if exhausted, dropped their batons to the ground with a clatter. Then came a second, a third… the sounds growing increasingly frequent. Low sobs came from a corner, followed by suppressed, relieved cheers.

"Very good……!"

"It's over...it's really over!"

"Ugh... no need to hit anymore!"

Then the voices of more police officers merged together, gradually forming a huge wave of sound:

"oh--!!!!"

"Long live the Deputy Director!!!"

I don't know who shouted that out of excitement.

The cheers were like a fuse that ignited the entire crowd! The marching crowd erupted in a deafening roar of cheers and applause, like a triumphant anthem! People threw away their makeshift "weapons" for defense, embraced each other excitedly, and waved flags!

Unable to contain themselves any longer, the children, like birds returning to their nests, rushed across the now-vanished dividing line and surged toward Valery amidst shouts of "Uncle! Uncle!"

Wormwood was the first to rush to him, just like when she was a child, throwing herself into his broad arms, hugging his waist tightly, tears soaking the front of his uniform, her voice muffled but filled with unparalleled joy:

"Uncle...you're finally...back!!"

Valery awkwardly and excitedly patted Absinthe on the back, watching the children who rushed to his side, looking at him with eyes full of reverence, gratitude, and lingering fear, watching the police officers who had dropped their weapons, whose faces were finally relieved of their burdens, and who were even smiling as they gathered around...

Of course, there's also the real father of a certain wormwood, whose face is always etched with "resentment"—Dmitri.

"Seriously, you always manage to get surrounded by a bunch of people." Dmitri punched Valery on the shoulder.

Cheers, cries, and laughter mingled together, echoing through the sky.

Anton walked over silently, bent down and picked up the communicator that Valery had dropped earlier.

Anton looked at Valery, who was surrounded by children, tears streaming down his face, yet seemed to have been lifted from a great burden. He then looked at Dmitri, who also seemed relieved. Anton's face showed a complex but ultimately relieved smile, and he patted Valery's shoulder firmly.

Words are superfluous at this moment.

Although the path they chose was fraught with unknowns and enormous risks, at least at this moment, everyone's hearts were united on one point again—they were the defenders of Chernobog, not the butchers wielding knives against their own people.

For the first time, the dawn of victory shone so vividly on this land steeped in suffering. It was a battle fought without gunfire, yet it concerned faith and survival. Ultimately, the human spirit won this victory.

Everyone present was celebrating—celebrating a return of the soul, celebrating a partial victory in this struggle.

Chapter 307: The Humiliation of Dunkel

At noon, the underground street integration movement branch

After listening to Lyudmila's report on the morning's events, Wang Chong's face showed approval: "Zao Lu and the others did a very good job, which is gratifying."

"Indeed, Miss Morning Dew has delivered an outstanding performance."

Lyudmila nodded in agreement, but then frowned slightly, a hint of helplessness in her expression. "However, they still seem inexperienced and somewhat naive when it comes to security arrangements." She casually tossed a few broken crossbow bolts aside. "There are quite a few 'rats' mixed in with the crowd, some of whom even attempted to storm the broadcasting station, which is detrimental to Early Dew."

"Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. Besides, they are young and have plenty of opportunities to learn from experience."

Wang Chong patted Lyudmila on the shoulder, his tone gentle yet insightful:

"But don't underestimate Zao Lu now. Those underhanded tricks can't hurt her yet. However, if her speech is interrupted, the effect probably won't be as impactful as it is now."

He paused, then added with the concern of an elder, "You've worked hard too; taking care of these children during this time must have been difficult. But seeing them achieve such results, I'm sure you're happy too, right?"

“Hmm…” Lyudmila frankly admitted, a rare relaxed smile spreading across her lips, “They did a great job, you could even say they did a better job than me. Sometimes I think that maybe she, not me, should be the one to lead the Chernobyl Reunification Movement.”

Lyudmila shrugged slightly, revealing a clear self-awareness: "I am ultimately more suited to missions that operate in the shadows—infiltration, sniping, and counter-reconnaissance."

"Don't underestimate yourself, Lyudmila."

Wang Chong interrupted her in a calm tone and continued, "There's no need for excessive praise right now. The most important thing is for you to keep a close eye on Zao Lu and the others. This is just the beginning of the storm."

Wang Chong turned his gaze in a certain direction, as if he could see through the wall and into the bustling street in the distance.

"The news that a large number of police officers have defected cannot be kept from the remaining patrol teams in the outer city. Their counterattack will probably come soon."

Wang Chong clearly issued the instructions:

"Your most important task now is to win the unwavering support of all the people in the outer city to the greatest extent possible. Today's victory is certainly encouraging, but it also means that we will be facing off against the main force of the entire Dor region ahead of schedule. I believe I don't need to repeat myself on how to conduct effective street fighting, do I?"

"Understood!" Lyudmila immediately straightened her back, her eyes sharp as knives.

“Don’t worry, Surtr, Skadi, and Specter will come to your aid,” Wang Chong continued, “General Hellagur and I are also on standby in the dungeon to provide you with strong support.”

Then, Wang Chong flicked his finger, and a wisp of seemingly tangible black mist instantly attached itself to Lyudmila's ear: "At that time, this black mist will be our communication bridge, ensuring that we can communicate at any time."

"Yes, ma'am!" Lyudmila immediately turned around and quickly walked out of the room.

Watching Lyudmila's departing figure, Wang Chong's gaze refocused, becoming deep and solemn.

“There’s one more thing…” Wang Chong murmured, his figure seemingly blending into the dim light of the room, “It must be done quietly.”

His gaze seemed to have locked onto a certain location within the inner city. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated.)

……

市政府

"You bastard! What did you say?! That scoundrel Valery actually led his men to join the march?! What is he trying to do?! Rebel?!"

The police chief was furious and could hardly believe the urgent report from his subordinates—his trusted deputy chief, Valery, had not only failed to lead the team to suppress the rioters occupying the school, but had instead brazenly joined their side!

"Chief! There's...there's even worse news!"

The young police officer who came to report the news was so frightened that he was incoherent and his face was full of fear. He said:

"Deputy Chief Valery also directed those rioters to surround all the police stations! They looted...looted all the weapons and equipment in the police stations!"

"I... I seized the opportunity and risked my life to run away and deliver the message! The others were either dragged into the group or tied up by them!"

"Useless! Why didn't you report such a critical situation sooner! Now what am I supposed to do to suppress it?!"

The chief grabbed the junior officer by the collar and slammed him against the wall. Overwhelmed by panic, he abandoned all pretense of dignity, threw the officer aside, and stumbled toward Viscount Dunkel's office.

At this moment, the head of the Chernobyl Police Department was utterly despondent. Some of his core police force had been taken to the city government to serve as bodyguards, while the rest remained in the various outposts to "guard his home."

Now that the outer city branch has fallen, his influence in the city is practically nonexistent. His position as chief will likely not only fail to gain public recognition, but will also make him a pariah. His only way out is to grovel before Viscount Dunkel and beg for his protection.

Now that the outer city branch has fallen, his influence in the city is practically nonexistent. His position as chief will likely not only fail to gain public recognition, but will also make him a pariah. His only way out is to grovel before Viscount Dunkel and beg for his protection.

However, what he found was not a way out.

"Snapped!"

A resounding slap landed hard on his face!

"Useless! You're all useless! What use are you to me?! You can't even suppress a bunch of troublemakers?! What do you want to do?! Are you just going to sit idly by and watch those citizens completely incite a civil uprising?!"

Viscount Dunkel's hair and beard bristled, his anger barely contained.

“Your Excellency, please calm down! Please calm down…” A newly appointed representative who was discussing countermeasures with Dunkel quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Calm down?! How can you expect me to calm down?!" Dunkel abruptly turned his gun on the newly rich representative. "The situation has deteriorated to this point!"

Dunkel's eyes blazed with fury as he sternly rebuked:

"And you all! You're all useless! Boris is the most useless of all! He's still clinging to his private army on his own estate! What's he trying to do? He's even disobeying my orders for his own life?!"

"Chestra is in complete chaos, and everyone here is responsible! I don't care what methods you use, immediately! Right now! Go and solve the problems in the outer city! You must suppress those damned demonstrations! At all costs!"

He practically roared as he issued his ultimatum: "Get out! Get out of here now!"

Upon receiving this unequivocal order to leave, the newly rich representative bowed obsequiously and withdrew. The moment he turned away, his face was filled with contempt and disdain.

He had long been disgusted with these high-ranking "nobles"—if it weren't for their wanton and tyrannical rule, how could Chernobog have fallen into such a state?

They used to be able to enjoy the support of the lower class with a clear conscience, "eating hotpot and singing songs" all the while. But now, these powerful outsiders have turned the table upside down!