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

Now that they've made a huge mess, they're only now thinking of asking them to clean up the mess? But they're barely managing to stay afloat themselves, so what solutions can they possibly offer?!

"Hmph, useless trash, just wait to be skinned alive by those angry citizens. Their raging fury is all aimed at your heads!" The newly rich representative spat inwardly.

He and some of the nouveau riche who shared similar views on the situation were well aware that the core of the marching force consisted of many children from nouveau riche families.

In particular, the leader, Natalia, was the eldest daughter of the Rostov family, a core representative of the once-prosperous new elite group in Chernobyl.

Therefore, in the eyes of these "smart people" who are well-versed in the struggle between powerful families, this storm was naturally interpreted as "a blade of revenge wielded by the newly rich class against the municipal government and the garrison by taking advantage of public opinion."

Those newly rich representatives who had gotten wind of the situation all privately praised the eldest daughter of the Rostov family for being "both intelligent and brave."

Of course, these people would never have imagined that Natalia, the eldest daughter of the Rostov family whom they regarded as an "excellent successor," had already betrayed her class.

On the other side, watching his subordinates and the newly rich representatives scatter like birds and beasts and leave in a panic, Viscount Dunkel's face was extremely gloomy.

After sitting there for a while, he summoned his trusted aides and asked:

"What's the situation on the army group's side? What about the patrols outside the city? Are they just standing by?"

"According to the reports from our men, those patrols were retreating towards the inner city from the very beginning. And since the inner city is now basically guarded by the garrison, we couldn't stop them, so we had to let them into the inner city."

The subordinate kept his head down, not daring to look Dunkel in the eye.

"Fine, very well, Quan Duo'er is playing this trick on me, is that it?"

Dunkel sneered three times. He now understood what Dorr meant: he was trying to force him to relinquish power.

From the very beginning, Quan Duo'er had been allowing chaos to rage in Chernobyl, and might even have been fanning the flames. He recalled the police chief's earlier statement that the deputy director should surrender with his men, and immediately labeled the deputy director as part of Quan Duo'er's faction.

"Good...very good. After this is all over, they'll all be held accountable!"

He stood up. With few troops and police left, he was no longer able to control the situation in Chernobyl. He had no choice but to submit to Alldor and let him handle the matter.

The thought of this made him feel humiliated. Once upon a time, Quan Duoer had to greet him with a smile and grovel, but now he had to beg him.

But in the end, he quickly had a car prepared and headed to Chernobyl No. 4 High School.

As a viscount who had been immersed in officialdom for many years, he was already used to such reversals. No one knows whether the next person to be smug and successful will be someone you once persecuted.

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!

Now that they've made a huge mess, they're only now thinking of asking them to clean up the mess? But they're barely managing to stay afloat themselves, so what solutions can they possibly offer?!

"Hmph, useless trash, just wait to be skinned alive by those angry citizens. Their raging fury is all aimed at your heads!" The newly rich representative spat inwardly.

He and some of the nouveau riche who shared similar views on the situation were well aware that the core of the marching force consisted of many children from nouveau riche families.

In particular, the leader, Natalia, was the eldest daughter of the Rostov family, a core representative of the once-prosperous new elite group in Chernobyl.

Therefore, in the eyes of these "smart people" who are well-versed in the struggle between powerful families, this storm was naturally interpreted as "a blade of revenge wielded by the newly rich class against the municipal government and the garrison by taking advantage of public opinion."

Those newly rich representatives who had gotten wind of the situation all privately praised the eldest daughter of the Rostov family for being "both intelligent and brave."

Of course, these people would never have imagined that Natalia, the eldest daughter of the Rostov family whom they regarded as an "excellent successor," had already betrayed her class.

On the other side, watching his subordinates and the newly rich representatives scatter like birds and beasts and leave in a panic, Viscount Dunkel's face was extremely gloomy.

After sitting there for a while, he summoned his trusted aides and asked:

"What's the situation on the army group's side? What about the patrols outside the city? Are they just standing by?"

"According to the reports from our men, those patrols were retreating towards the inner city from the very beginning. And since the inner city is now basically guarded by the garrison, we couldn't stop them, so we had to let them into the inner city."

The subordinate kept his head down, not daring to look Dunkel in the eye.

"Fine, very well, Quan Duo'er is playing this trick on me, is that it?"

Dunkel sneered three times. He now understood what Dorr meant: he was trying to force him to relinquish power.

From the very beginning, Quan Duo'er had been allowing chaos to rage in Chernobyl, and might even have been fanning the flames. He recalled the police chief's earlier statement that the deputy director should surrender with his men, and immediately labeled the deputy director as part of Quan Duo'er's faction.

"Good...very good. After this is all over, they'll all be held accountable!"

He stood up. With few troops and police left, he was no longer able to control the situation in Chernobyl. He had no choice but to submit to Alldor and let him handle the matter.

The thought of this made him feel humiliated. Once upon a time, Quan Duoer had to greet him with a smile and grovel, but now he had to beg him.

But in the end, he quickly had a car prepared and headed to Chernobyl No. 4 High School.

As a viscount who had been immersed in officialdom for many years, he was already used to such reversals. No one knows whether the next person to be smug and successful will be someone you once persecuted.

But just as no one knows, they themselves might be the next one to rise to prominence in the spotlight.

"Keep your smug, Dor. Once all this is over, once I'm back by Grand Prince Baikal's side, only death awaits you." Sitting in the carriage, Dunkirk's eyes grew increasingly cold.

Chapter 308: The Suppression of All of Dortmund

Border military base (formerly Chernobyl No. 4 Middle School)

The dull, rhythmic stomping of footsteps, like deep drumbeats, reverberated across the entire parade ground. Dust swirled in the sunlight as thousands of Ursus soldiers stood in neat square formations, moving in unison to the commands of the tall, imposing general on the platform.

"One—two—!" Quan Duoer shouted, his hands behind his back, his voice booming and cutting through the noise.

"One—two!!"

The soldiers responded in unison, their steps firm and powerful, the clanging of their armor producing a dull metallic sound, their gleaming sabers reflecting blinding light across the parade ground.

Amidst this imposing display of military might, a car bearing the insignia of the municipal government abruptly drove to the edge of the parade ground.

Viscount Dunkel stepped out of the carriage, his face so grim it seemed to drip water. He surveyed the land, thick with the oppressive atmosphere of military life, a flicker of disgust crossing his eyes.

But his years of cultivation allowed him to quickly adjust his demeanor, dispel most of the gloom on his face, and walk towards the direction of the whole of Dor with that aristocratic smile.

All Dortmund's sharp eyes had naturally already spotted this "distinguished guest." A formulaic enthusiasm instantly spread across his face as he strode down from the makeshift reviewing stand and headed towards Dunkirk.

"Oh my! Isn't this the esteemed Viscount Dunkel!"

Quan Duo'er's voice was as loud as if he were still commanding an army, "What wind has blown you to my humble military camp? It is truly an honor to have you here!"

After the two greeted each other, Quan Dor extended his hand and shook hands with Dunkel with an undeniable force, the strength of which made Dunkel frown slightly.

Dunkel withdrew his hand, managing a barely perceptible smile:

"General Quan Dor is busy with many affairs of state and still personally trains the soldiers. He must be very tired. I see that your troops are becoming more and more like the elite troops of the empire. No wonder His Majesty entrusted such an important area of ​​the border to you."

"I'm sure it won't be long before you gain the appreciation of Prince Baikal, at which point you'll be able to unleash your true talents, General."

While Dunkirk praised Quan Dor, he subtly pointed out Quan Dor's status as a border guard. He was trying to make Quan Dor understand that no matter how much he trained or worked hard, he could only act according to his and Prince Baikal's wishes.

Because only they can free Quandor from the status of a border guard and give him the means to continue moving up the ranks. You're thinking of Mei, you're not here...

Quan Duoer seemed completely oblivious, and with a flourish, waved his hand, pointing to the steel torrent still training behind him:

"You flatter me, Your Excellency! It takes a thousand days to train soldiers for one day of use. How can we defend our country if our soldiers don't train? Especially now."

He changed the subject, his gaze fixed on Dunkel like a hawk, and continued, "Outside, chaos reigns, things are far from peaceful. If we don't train properly, what if we're dragged out weak and limp when needed? Wouldn't that be a disgrace to the Empire? Don't you agree, Your Excellency?"

These words were a veiled attack, both pointing out the chaotic state of Dunkirk due to poor governance and flaunting the country's military might.

Before Dunkel could retort, Quandor roared again at the parade ground, "Everyone, get yourselves together! Let the Viscount see what real Imperial soldiers are like! One—two—!"

"One—two!!" The soldiers' shouts were deafening, and their movements as they wielded their blades became even more synchronized, so much so that the earth could be heard trembling slightly.

An invisible, suffocating sense of oppression instantly enveloped Dunkel and his entourage. The silent declaration formed by thousands of sabers proclaimed to the nominal supreme administrator of Chernobog: Here, strength is the only truth.

Dunkel's face turned grim, almost pale. But he suppressed his anger and said in a low voice, "The general's army... has great courage."

"Haha, not at all, let's go, Your Excellency. Let's talk in the conference room. The wind is too strong outside, and the soldiers are too hot-blooded. We mustn't offend Your Excellency's noble health."

Quan Dor looked up at Dunkel and made a requesting gesture: "Please..."

Dunkel took a deep breath and followed Quandor toward the teaching building.

……

The room's furnishings remained almost unchanged, except that the photos of school events that used to hang on the walls had been replaced with the Ursus military flag and portraits of All Dor in military uniform. The air was thick with the pungent smell of tobacco and leather.

Dunkel sat in the guest seat, while Quandol sat casually in the host's seat, acting like the host.

“Your Excellency, you have taken the time out of your busy schedule to come here; surely it wasn’t just to inspect the troops?” Quan Duoer lit a large cigar and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. “If you have something to say, please speak frankly.”

His tone was relaxed, with a playful, cat-and-mouse feel to it.

Dunkel took a deep breath and decided to lay his cards on the table:

"General Quan Duo, you must already be aware of the chaos in the outer city. The police station... is no longer reliable, and has even turned against us! Those rioters are gathering on campuses, inciting students, and looting police equipment; their momentum is growing stronger and stronger. The entire outer city is out of control!"

"Oh?" Quan Duoer raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "There's such a thing? I've been busy training the troops these past few days, preparing to march north to suppress the rebels. I haven't really paid much attention to the 'little things' in the city."

Dortmund emphasized the word "trivial matter," clearly still mocking Dunkirk.

“This is no small matter, General!” Dunkel said urgently, raising his voice. “The mob’s power is growing; they are openly confronting the city hall and attacking the military and police! If this continues, it could escalate into a large-scale riot!”

"This chaos will be enough to set the entire city of Chern ablaze! None of us will be able to escape! I need your army to immediately move into the outer city to maintain order and suppress the rebellion!"

After listening, Quan Duoer exhaled a perfect smoke ring, leaned back in his large leather chair, and a mocking smile appeared on his face: "Suppression? I don't quite understand what you're saying, Viscount... Suppress whom? Our own people?"

He shrugged: "Viscount, we are the army of the Empire, the shield and blade that protects Ursus and drives out foreign invaders! Our primary task now is to hunt down the terrorists of the Reunion Movement."

"Let the soldiers turn their swords against the people? If word gets out, what will become of the Empire's reputation? What will become of the military's dignity?" He shook his finger. "No, no, if this gets back to the Grand Duke, we'll be punished! What will the Imperial Council think of us?"

Dunkel was disgusted by Dor's affected manner and said coldly:

"Stop playing dumb, Dor... Don't you want to see what you're saying? Don't you want to turn the knife on the people? Didn't you hear who those mobs are really targeting? It's you! And your border troops!"

"Do you think you can get away with this? Your heinous crimes have already been exposed to the public! You can't escape!"

"Can't escape?" Quan Duoer laughed heartily, his laughter filled with disdain. "When the time comes, a transfer order will suffice, and I'll just pack up and head north with the main force of the army group! What does this little mess in Chernobog have to do with me?"

"When it comes to fighting the Reunification Movement in the north, do you think the Baikal Guild will change its leadership at this crucial moment for the sake of those citizens?"

"And don't forget, I still have a large sum of confiscated property to hand over to Prince Baikal. Do you think I can escape? And who do you think will ultimately be blamed for instigating a civil riot?"

Alldor stood up, looking down at Dunkel, whose face was ashen, his eyes like those of a vulture stalking its prey:

"Since you insist on making this clear, then I'll tell you plainly, Your Excellency! It's your responsibility to resolve these trivial matters! Don't try to pin the blame on me!"

Dunkel's chest heaved violently; the intense humiliation almost suffocated him.

He knew that arguing like this would be pointless. Thinking of Boris's assassination, the police defection, and the growing fury in the outer city, overwhelming panic outweighed his humiliation. He had to get all of Dor to send troops!

“…Fine! Fine!” Dunkel gritted his teeth and said, word by word, “I admit it! The situation in the outer city cannot be controlled without military force! In the name of the highest administrative official of Chernobyl, I authorize you to take full control of Chernobyl's defenses! Including the security of the outer city! Immediately! Right now! Go and disperse those rioters! Suppress the ringleaders!”

Chapter 309: The Plot Succeeds

Hearing Dunkel's almost roaring words, Quan Dor was unfazed, and instead a victorious smile appeared on his face.

He had been waiting for this revenge for many days; he just wanted to see Dunkel's resentful yet helpless expression.

However, although he had already gotten the other party to relinquish control of Chernobyl, what he wanted was far more than just verbal authorization.

“Authorization?” Quan Duo slowly sat back down in his chair. “Viscount, neither of us are fools. You should understand the procedures and rules, right? Words are not enough. Such a big matter needs a formal appointment document, right? Otherwise, if the higher-ups ask, or if something goes wrong later, I'm afraid I won't be able to explain myself.”

After a moment's hesitation, he made a second, even more insidious demand:

"Moreover, it's not enough for me to send troops to suppress them. You, as the highest-ranking official in Chernobog, must personally issue an ultimatum to the entire city via the city hall's broadcast system before sending troops."

"Warn those rioters and make it clear to them that the city government is about to authorize the army to restore order. Those students and civilians must disperse immediately! Go home obediently! They must all disappear before sunset! If they don't know what's good for them and dare to gather and cause trouble, then don't blame Viscount Dunkel for being ruthless."

"It must be Viscount Dunkel who personally warns first! And clearly states that it was you who ordered the military to clear the area! You must clearly tell all the people of Chernobog this!"

After hearing Dorr's demands, Dunkirk's expression changed drastically, his face filled with disbelief.