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

A colossal tree spirit, as large as an ancient mountain peak, let out a deep roar, its massive body directly clashing head-on with the Second Demon King, Gedu!

Its giant arm, made of ancient wood, clashed fiercely with the rocky fist of the Godu River, becoming tightly intertwined. Each struggle stirred up visible energy ripples.

The immense life force contained within Maokai made it completely unafraid of Gedu's heavy blows. In fact, wherever it touched, countless tiny roots began to try to invade Gedu's body in reverse, just like living things. The scene was extremely bizarre, as if the trees were parasitizing this "city builder".

"ah?--"

The Demon Queen [lead singer of the elegy], witnessing her "comrades" suffer one after another, unexpectedly stopped in her tracks, instead of going berserk. She opened her arms, her posture both holy and eerie, and began to chant an ethereal, eerie, yet highly penetrating hymn.

Her voice strangely manipulated the Originium energy permeating the air, and visible sonic ripples spread out, intending to bestow a blessing of power amplification upon her injured "comrades" and forcibly enhance their combat strength.

"Roar--!!!"

"Waaaaah—!!!"

From the black mist that filled the battlefield, countless twisted and tormented faces of the dead emerged, emitting mournful cries and howls that were enough to tear the soul apart.

At that moment, a figure holding a scepter hovered in the center of the wave of undead.

He raised his scepter, commanding countless spirits to jointly play a lament for the dead filled with endless fear and despair!

This terrifying sonic wave from the underworld brutally and precisely interfered with and overwhelmed the sonic magic field that the [Elegy Lead Singer] was trying to construct, even backfiring on its spirit.

"Heh heh heh, you like to sing too?" Karthus's voice pierced through the undead chorus, carrying a hint of mocking coldness. "But the songs of the Shadow Isles are louder, more... eternal than those of the sirens!"

He chuckled, then waved his scepter, and an even denser black mist erupted from him like a tsunami.

At the same time, countless eerie green spells with extremely wide-ranging destructive power began to sweep across the battlefield, targeting every location of the demon king.

The dead played a mournful chorus, vengeful spirits sneered in the darkness, and endless sounds of terror vibrated, overlapped, and echoed within the barrier, like an invisible hand gripping the heart, frantically assaulting the will of every demon king and eroding their power.

Wang Chong sat on his throne, the black mist flowing gently around him. His gaze swept across the battlefield, watching his powerful heroes from the Shadow Isles fight fiercely, a look of satisfaction on his face.

He scrutinized the performance of each hero and whispered their real names:

Thresh, the Chain Warden, who controls the entire situation using the Soul Lantern and chains;

Hecarim, the Shadow of War, is launching a devastating charge that is crushing the enemy lines.

Kalista, the Spear of Vengeance who delivers precise punishment to traitors;

Mokai, a twisted tree spirit with boundless power that can overturn the earth with its roots;

And finally, Karthus, the Deathsinger who reigned supreme on the battlefield with his death anthem.

In the original storyline, not all of these heroes were loyal to him—especially the cunning and ambitious Thresh, and Maokai, who had once been an enemy of Folyego; it would be a miracle if they didn't betray him.

Unfortunately, this Shadow Isle is not only Wang Chong's unique inherent barrier, but also a product perfectly created by the system.

Here, regardless of these heroes' past character or experiences, their loyalty to them is firmly locked at maximum, unshakable.

"Ha...it's so noisy. Why do they all like this kind of jarring sound?"

A voice filled with weariness rang out at Wang Chong's feet.

It was a small girl with deep dark circles under her eyes and a pair of rabbit ears—the Messenger of Sorrow, Vigus. She impatiently covered her ears with her little paws, looked up at Wang Chong, and spoke in a lazy tone with a hint of disdain:

She listlessly surveyed the chaotic and fierce battlefield, as if watching a dull drama.

Wang Chong looked at this eccentric "night owl" and his lips twitched slightly. He then gave the order directly:

"You...go and take care of that first demon king."

"Huh? Me?"

Vigus opened her sleepy eyes wide in surprise. It wasn't that she couldn't do it, she just found it too much trouble.

She had intended to pick a weak opponent to kill some time, but she was unexpectedly chosen to deal with a very troublesome demon king who seemed to possess unfathomable Originium energy and was skilled in many kinds of witchcraft.

“It’s good enough that I didn’t make you fight those muscle warriors who like close combat,” Wang Chong shook his head helplessly. “Magic is your specialty. You should be able to handle the same type of enemy with ease. Don’t always think about being lazy.”

"Uh... never mind, fine."

Vigus pursed her lips, sighed resignedly, and muttered to the shadow at her feet, "Shadow, let's go."

As soon as she finished speaking, the dense shadow seemed to come alive, rapidly rising and taking shape, transforming into a dark, indistinct entity that gently lifted Vigus and, as a streak of shadowy light, sped toward the battlefield where the First Demon King was located.

After seeing Vigus off, three powerful figures slowly coalesced from the swirling black mist around Wang Chong:

The Spider Queen Elise was alluring yet dangerous, her gaze towards Wang Chong filled with almost fanatical loyalty, and the clear, tarnished mark on her forehead shone brightly.

Like Maokai, she has completely submitted to the will of the Ruined King.

Yorick the gravedigger stood silently, holding his massive shovel, bowing his head deeply to Wang Chong in silent submission.

The last figure was an elegant and graceful silhouette in blue...

Chapter 342: The Lovely Gwen

Wang Chong's expression turned strange. To be honest, even as the current King of Ruin, he was still a little hesitant to see Gwen. After all, Gwen was the number one activist against Foygo.

But upon closer reflection, it was Fryegor who was rebelling against him, so what does it have to do with the current King of Destruction?

Sure enough, Gwen's bright eyes lit up, and she ran towards Wang Chong without giving him much time to think.

Like a joyful sprite, she nimbly leaped into Wang Chong's arms, nuzzling her cheek against his chest with boundless affection, and uttered a startlingly sweet sentence:

"Hehe, Master finally let me out~"

"Owner?"

This form of address startled Wang Chong slightly. He quickly inquired about Tongbao, and immediately heard the system's cheerful voice ring out in his mind:

"Hehe, in order to prevent Miss Gwen from causing trouble for the host, this system made a 'tiny' harmless modification to some of her settings and perceptions when the summoning contract was generated."

"In Gwen's mind, you are the creator who gave her life and sewed her body, so she naturally has one hundred percent loyalty to you and... um... affection for you~"

"After all, if Gwen were completely 'brainwashed' like Maokai and the others, she would lose her unique vivacity and charm! So, host, just relax and make good use of Gwen~"

"Tongbao, you always manage to surprise me in the little things."

Wang Chong sighed, then affectionately ruffled Gwen's hair as he rubbed against him, looking blissfully content. He then looked up and gave the final instruction to the three who were waiting respectfully:

"Go, help me wipe out those enemies who are still struggling. Remember, leave each of them with the last blow; I want to finish them off myself."

"Your will."

Without the slightest hesitation, Elise and Yorick immediately bowed, then turned and stepped into the boiling black mist battlefield ahead without hesitation, their figures instantly swallowed by the darkness.

"Hmph, they make people do this kind of violent fighting as soon as they come out."

Gwen sulked as Wang Chong patted her head like a kitten, her face full of reluctance.

However, she was clearly more concerned about her master's safety. Reluctantly, she slid lightly down from Wang Chong's embrace, and as her little face turned towards the demon kings on the battlefield, her adorable expression instantly turned serious, tinged with a hint of anger:

"However, since you wicked fellows tried to harm my master, there's no reason to forgive you. Hmph, master, await my triumphant return~ Remember to reward Gwen~"

She winked playfully, and then her figure, like a blue streak of light, disappeared into the churning black mist with two nimble steps, rushing towards the most intense battleground.

In an instant, the sounds of fighting, roaring, magical explosions, and undead howls within the entire enchanted barrier became even more intense.

Under Wang Chong's precise mental control, the dense black mist acted like a living barrier, sometimes closing in to obscure the view, and sometimes separating to form passages, perfectly dividing the battlefield into several independent areas.

Even if those demon kings possessed extraordinary abilities, they could not see through the fog, pinpoint Wang Chong's location, let alone get close to him.

Especially seeing his Shadow Isles heroes pressing forward relentlessly, overwhelming the Demon Kings, Wang Chong was certain that it wouldn't be long before these arrogant Demon Kings would be defeated one by one.

"Next... it's time to find that little mouse hiding in the shadows. Heh, this is my barrier, Precys, do you really think you can hide there?"

Wang Chong's gaze became deep and sharp, piercing through the thick black fog and locking onto a direction.

“However… before that, there’s one more troublesome matter to deal with.” Wang Chong’s gaze began to shift in another direction.

Behind the thick barrier of black mist, Amiya looked around in bewilderment.

The black mist blocked her vision, preventing her from seeing the fierce battle between the demon kings in the distance, and for a moment she didn't know where to go or what to do.

Wang Chong glanced again at Theresa, who was still struggling violently beside him, her Originium Arts energy fluctuations growing stronger. Combining the requirements of the system mission, a plan instantly formed in his mind.

……

Amiya leaned against the cold, churning wall of black mist, her little face filled with confusion.

All around her was an endless curtain of darkness; she could neither see the fierce battle in the distance nor sense Wang Chong's presence.

Without a goal or guidance, she even lost the urgency to fight off the "craving" within her, leaving only a feeling of emptiness and helplessness.

However, at that moment, the thick wall of black mist in front of her suddenly rippled, and a dense cloud of black mist separated from it and silently fell to the ground.

The black mist slowly dissipated, revealing the figure it had enveloped—it was Theresia, whom she cared about. But at this moment, Theresia's face no longer held its usual gentleness and tranquility; only an expression utterly distorted by madness and pain remained. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her body emanated dangerous and unstable Originium energy fluctuations.

"Your Highness!"

Amiya's heart tightened, and she instinctively went to help.

But the instant she took a step, countless tiny dust particles, gleaming with a deadly cold light, shot straight at her face like sharp blades controlled by an invisible hand!

The speed was as fast as lightning, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound. Amiya's pupils contracted sharply, and with her honed reflexes, she managed a clumsy but timely side roll, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow.

The ground where I had just been standing was riddled with countless holes from those eerie dust particles. I shuddered to think what would have happened if I had been even a fraction slower; either my face would have been ripped open, or my mind would have been blown out of control.

"Amiya, now is not the time for you to absorb emotions."

A familiar voice immediately entered her mind; it was Wang Chong's voice.

But the voice seemed to possess some kind of magic. Amiya instantly felt the suppressed heat in her chest and abdomen ignite like sparks, and a strong urge to "eat" once again violently assaulted her reason.

"Even sounds can trigger an instinctive reaction?"

Amiya gritted her teeth, forcibly suppressing her surging desires. Her small fists clenched so tightly that her nails almost dug into her palms, she barely managed to restrain herself.

"Judging from your state, my voice will also stimulate your instincts. So I'll get straight to the point."

Wang Chong's voice continued to echo in her mind, fast and clear:

“My men have already entangled all the demon kings. Now I need to deal with Precyth, who is the source of all this. Only by defeating her can we resolve Theresa’s problems.”

"I can't keep Theresa with me, so I'm entrusting her to you now."

Amiya's heart sank, and her gaze returned to the familiar figure radiating an aura of destruction not far away.

"Don't worry, I've left you a backup plan. You can control the surrounding black mist at any time. You need to sense the black mist within your body and use the methods I've taught you to activate and utilize it."

“Hold Theresa's back and confine her to this area. This is your final test before you graduate, Amiya.” Wang Chong’s voice carried an unprecedented solemnity. “This time, it is your turn to protect your most beloved princess!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the last wisp of binding black mist enveloping Theresia completely dissipated. Freed from her hindrance, Theresia let out a mad roar, and the Originium Arts around her shone brightly.

Amiya took a deep breath, her chest heaving violently. She stared intently at the crazed figure, forcibly suppressing the surging desire and a trace of fear within her.

She carefully recalled every detail of Wang Chong's teachings, and tried to communicate with and guide the omnipresent, tangible black mist energy around her.

This time, she wasn't mobilizing the familiar Originium energy, but rather the power belonging to the Shadow Isles, filled with an aura of death and decay.

"It seems... to be much simpler than I imagined?"

Amiya was surprised to find that the surrounding black mist seemed to be in tune with her thoughts, responding to her mental commands with extreme gentleness.

She slowly raised her arms, and with a thought, thick black mist rapidly swirled and condensed in front of her palms, forming a huge black vortex that kept collapsing inward.

That was the starting stance of the "White Luo Extinguishes Essence" technique she had learned, and now she had successfully reproduced it using completely different black mist energy!

"It can do it!" A determined glint flashed in Amiya's eyes. Without further hesitation, she fully activated the black vortex.

A powerful suction force was instantly generated, forcefully pulling Theresa back from the direction Wang Chong might have left!

Theresa's forward momentum suddenly halted, as if she had sunk into an invisible quagmire.

"Let go of me!!"

Enraged by the obstruction, Theresa whirled around, her crimson eyes locking onto Amiya, and shifted her attack to the "annoying" little rabbit.

With her fingers dancing like butterflies flitting among flowers, those deadly dust particles instantly condensed and wove into thousands of energy threads, finer than a hair and sharper than a blade, under her Originium Arts control. These threads rained down on Amiya's vital points like a storm of pear blossoms!

"The heavens are about to unleash a fierce attack!!"

However, facing this deadly attack, Amiya didn't resort to any fancy moves. "You sing of my forest, you're free, your forest is here, are you..."

She lowered her waist and stood at attention, gathering the vast amount of black mist energy within her body into her palm using the energy manipulation method taught by Wang Chong. With a clear shout, she unleashed a simple and unadorned palm strike!

boom!

The jet-black, condensed energy torrent, like a raging torrent bursting its banks, roared forward! The black mist energy collided violently with those deadly Originium dust threads, producing a piercing sound of annihilation.

The black mist possessed an incredibly powerful energy, not only resisting the attacks of countless threads, but also continuously eroding and erasing the micro-dust containing powerful Originium Arts, crushing and devouring them bit by bit.

"Alright... that should be enough to stop His Highness."

Amiya's tense nerves relaxed slightly. Although she had only been receiving Wang Chong's teachings for a short time and had only mastered the essence of two fighting techniques, she understood the core concepts of "contraction" and "release" with exceptional depth.