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

After sensing that Gwen's presence had disappeared from the Shadow Isles and returned to the Hall of Heroes, Wang Chong slowly withdrew his gaze. The slightly mischievous smile on his face had not yet completely disappeared before it subtly changed.

Wang Chong's deep eyes slowly turned to the figure who had been trying to disguise herself as a background character—Vigus.

The temperature in the air seemed to drop several degrees as Wang Chong's gaze shifted. The lingering, enchanting atmosphere left by Gwen's liveliness vanished instantly, replaced by a heavy, scrutinizing sense of oppression.

The black mist seemed to sense the change in its master's aura, silently surging and condensing around Wang Chong.

"Alright." Wang Chong's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly pierced through the mist, carrying an undeniable calmness, as if the tenderness from just moments ago had never happened.

He took a step forward, completely enveloping Vigus in his gaze and powerful aura.

"Now that the other heroes' matters are mostly settled, it's time to..." Wang Chong paused deliberately, his gaze landing firmly on Vigus's seemingly composed face, "...it's time to deal with our own affairs, Vigus."

Vigus felt utterly vulnerable under Wang Chong's gaze, and the little voice inside her was screaming wildly:

"It's all over, all over, all over! The reckoning may be late, but it's coming! My king's change of heart is faster than my own suicidal mood!"

She slumped her shoulders resignedly, giving up all resistance and waiting for her "punishment time" to arrive.

Seeing Vigus's trembling expression, Wang Chong knew he had put enough pressure on her to make her realize her mistake. So Wang Chong slowly said:

“Come on, Vigus, let’s finish the finishing touches together.”

"Waaah, I admit my mistake... I... um?" Vigus, who had expected to face severe punishment, was about to crouch down and cover her head in defense when she heard words that were completely different from what she had imagined.

"What's wrong? Do you have any other opinions?" Wang Chong asked, scrutinizing Vigus with a faint smile.

"No, no... I have no objection."

Vigus quickly shook her head, feeling a sense of relief. Although she was made to stay and work, at least she had proven that she had passed the test of slacking off.

"Well... Your Majesty, regarding the conclusion, is there anything else that can be concluded?" Vigus couldn't help but ask.

"I need your decadent magic to completely exhaust the power of both of us."

Wang Chong's eyes turned to a certain direction within the black mist, and he spoke slowly.

Vigus also realized the two people Wang Chong was referring to, and nodded.

……

On the other side of the black mist, the battle remained deadlocked. Amiya gritted her teeth, engaging in a fierce and arduous head-on confrontation with Theresa.

Every collision of forces made her arms go numb, and every dodge aggravated her aching muscles, but she persevered with unwavering willpower, holding onto only one belief: to hold out until she reached Wang Chong and ended the battle.

"Cough cough... My body... feels heavier and heavier."

Amiya was breathing heavily, her vision blurred by sweat, each breath feeling like inhaling scorching sand. What sustained her was seeing Theresa's equally disheveled state across from her.

The opponent's once sharp eyes were now glazed over, his chest heaving violently, and the power of each attack was visibly diminishing, as if he were at the end of his rope.

This precipitous drop in power was Amiya's only hope.

Amiya knew that the outcome hung by a thread; the contest was no longer about strength, but pure willpower. As long as she didn't fall, she could hold Theresa back here!

Despite waves of exhaustion crashing over her nerves, and thoughts of giving up whispering like ghosts, she fiercely banished those distracting thoughts, forcing herself to focus all her energy on Theresa and her sluggish offensive rhythm.

At the edge of their fierce battleground, thick black mist surged silently. Vigus's figure was hidden within it, her signature air of dejection seemingly blending into the mist.

Her slender fingers traced invisible runes in the air as she chanted incantations. An indescribable energy wave, carrying a deep sense of weariness, spread out like ripples, enveloping the two combatants.

"Your Majesty, even without my magic, the two of them are almost exhausted and can't hold on much longer."

Vigus reported listlessly, her voice tinged with exhaustion after completing her task.

"The kind of despair I want isn't just about exhausting their strength to stop the fight..."

Wang Chong's deep gaze pierced through the black mist, fixed on the center of the battlefield, and he continued:

"Instead, we need to implant a sense of awareness deep within their hearts—that they feel it doesn't matter what happens next, that they can accept being manipulated, and that they are more likely to accept someone's guidance. That's the real reason I had you use the magic of decadence."

He paused, his voice carrying an air of absolute certainty: "This is a complete shift in mindset, not merely a physical or mental decline."

"I see, a change in mindset?" Vigus's eyes seemed to blink, a hint of understanding flashing across them. "I understand now, I'll adjust the focus of my magic."

She closed her eyes again, and the dark purple energy swirling around her fingertips became even more profound and penetrating, silently seeping into Amiya and Theresa's exhausted mental world.

"It's done, Your Majesty. One minute after the magic takes effect, this passive acceptance mindset will last for about a week. Even if the effect weakens after a week, with a little guidance from you, this influence... may even accompany them for life."

Vigus's voice carried a hint of pride in her own magic.

"Hmm, the results are satisfactory. This time you've completely redeemed yourself." Wang Chong nodded slightly, his tone immediately taking on an unquestionable air of authority. "Remember, Vigus, from now on, in front of me, put away those lazy and cunning little tricks, understand?"

"Ugh... Vigus knows." The figure under the hood shrank back and responded in a muffled voice.

One minute later, the magic quietly dissipated.

In the thick fog, two muffled thuds were heard almost simultaneously. The two who had been struggling for so long finally exhausted their last bit of strength and will, collapsing to the ground like puppets with broken strings, leaving only the sound of their repeated breathing echoing in the air.

“That little girl named Amiya has quite the willpower,” Vigus commented, watching the fallen figure. “She held on until she saw the other side completely collapse before she finally let go. Now, everything is settled.”

"Okay." Wang Chong's tone returned to its usual calm. "You can go back now. I'll handle the rest."

"As ordered."

Chapter 351: Amiya Sucking Her Fingers

The figures of the Shadow Isles heroes completely vanished and returned to the Hall of Heroes, marking the end of that inherent barrier.

The pure white space once again enveloped everything—Wang Chong, Amiya, Theresa, and a lady who had just hurriedly changed her clothes, her hair still dripping with water, returned together to this void belonging to the internalized universe.

The sudden change in environment left Amiya somewhat disoriented, and her hazy consciousness gradually gathered:

"It's back to normal... Is this... the end?" Amiya wondered, "Then... who's the winner?"

Before the question could fully form, a familiar voice entered her ears, instantly soothing her tense nerves.

“It’s over, Amiya. You did a great job.”

That voice belonged to her teacher, Wang Chong. Her taut nerves finally relaxed.

"Is it over? Too... Waaah!"

Before Amiya could even utter her relief, a fiercer, more primal hunger surged up from the depths of her heart without warning, almost overwhelming her reason.

"What's going on?!" Amiya thought in surprise, "Didn't Teacher already...defeate Precys? Why hasn't this terrible desire......"

"What's wrong, Amiya?" Wang Chong noticed her unusual behavior and quickly walked up to her.

When Wang Chong's face came into clear view of Amiya, her desire exploded like ignited explosives! She felt like a starving beast that had spotted its delicious prey, and her body involuntarily wanted to pounce and tear it apart.

If she hadn't been completely exhausted, she probably would have already lunged at Wang Chong out of control.

"The Originium Arts applied to you haven't been removed yet?" Wang Chong asked, his brows furrowed, his tone both confused and anxious.

"Wait... Precyth!" Wang Chong turned to his side. "Didn't you say you had deactivated all Originium Arts? Why are they still like this?!"

Amiya then looked at Princess Theresa. Theresa was also acting strangely; her eyes burned with an even more intense, almost inhuman desire as she stared intently at Wang Chong.

Although Theresa was just as weak as he was, an instinctive desire far stronger than his own drove Theresa to move her body slowly and laboriously, dragging herself along the ground as she desperately crawled toward Wang Chong, even letting out unconscious, beast-like growls from her throat.

Amiya, who had witnessed all of this, finally understood: the Originium Arts that had afflicted the two of them had not been removed at all!

When she finally managed to turn her gaze to Wang Chong again, she was horrified to find that the culprit behind all this—Priss—was standing silently beside him.

At this moment, Precys's expression was filled with unnatural stiffness and extreme awkwardness, like a puppet being manipulated by invisible threads.

“Amiya, don’t worry, I have completely taken control of Precyth.” Wang Chong noticed the surprise and doubt in the little rabbit’s eyes and explained in a deep voice, “I will completely resolve the problems you have.”

He then turned to Priscilla, his voice carrying an undeniable authority:

"Tell me! What exactly happened?"

Precys said very obediently:

“Their deep-seated genetic flaws have been fully activated and amplified. Once the instinct to pursue genetic integrity is activated, it’s like turning on an irreversible one-time switch…it can never be turned off.”

"Can't shut it down? Does that mean gene repair can't be performed?" Wang Chong's brows furrowed even more. "Even with your current Originium privileges, you can't do it?"

"If it were my complete form, with the highest authority granted by the Originium, it might be feasible. But with my current restricted access..."

Precys slowly shook his head and continued:

"This level of precision repair requires instruments far exceeding the current level of civilization on this continent. Unless there is a qualitative leap in technology, this path is not feasible."

She paused, her posture becoming even more humble, and continued, "Master, everything I have said is true. As things stand, there is only one way to temporarily alleviate their symptoms."

"Speak!" Wang Chong said in a deep voice.

"Just like you did before. Since their instinct is to compensate for genetic defects, then..."

Priscilla's voice was completely flat:

"You need to provide them with bodily fluids containing your genetic material to 'feed' them. This is like feeding a starving beast, which can temporarily quell its ferocious desires."

"That's it?" Wang Chong still had doubts. "But this is the internalized universe, the space of the soul... can this really work?"

"Although the mechanism of internalizing the universe is complex, it can be simply stated that it perfectly replicates all the real data of the entrant's body. It is even indistinguishable from reality. You should have experienced this when you use your power."

Precys explained:

"The upper limit of the Originium-internalized universe is far beyond imagination—any physical changes that occur within this space will be accurately reflected back to the original body when consciousness returns."

“…I understand.” Wang Chong took a deep breath and made a decisive decision. “Then let’s use my blood first.”

He bent down and helped the weakened Amiya to her feet. A flash of cold light appeared at his fingertips, and a tiny wound appeared, from which gushed out hot, crimson blood.

The moment the stench of blood entered Amiya's nostrils, it was like igniting a fuse. Amiya's body trembled violently, her pupils contracted and dilated instantly, and her suppressed desire erupted like a volcano!

She stared intently at the dripping crimson, her eyes filled with an almost frantic thirst and fascination.

Wang Chong gently placed his blood-stained finger into Amiya's mouth.

Sweet! Fragrant! Like the elixir of life itself! The taste of blood exploded on Amiya's tongue, and with every breath she inhaled that intoxicating aroma.

This extreme temptation both intoxicated Amiya and filled her with fear. Because right now, she truly, truly wanted to take a bite out of the person before her and devour them.

Amiya used every last ounce of her willpower to desperately suppress the urge to bite, and could only frantically and greedily suck the life-saving blood. At that moment, she looked like a cub earnestly sucking on a pacifier.

However, Precys's voice rang out again, breaking the brief, fragile peace:

"The genetic material contained in blood is ultimately limited. Feeding them like this is too inefficient. To quickly and effectively suppress them, especially to suppress the Sarkaz Demon King's tsunami-like desires at this moment, there are only two choices: either feed them your true flesh and blood, or..."

Prisus's gaze swept over Theresa, who was crawling on the side and in even more dangerous condition:

"Use the liquid with the highest concentration of your genetic material to counteract it. This is the only way to get it working quickly."

"Otherwise, for that demon lord, a small amount of blood would not only fail to alleviate her thirst, but would also be like adding fuel to the fire, completely destroying her last remaining sanity... At that time, she would truly degenerate into a beast that only knows how to devour."

Amiya, who was being held in Wang Chong's arms and having her blood sucked, suddenly stiffened, her eyes widening instantly!

As the leader of Rhodes Island, Amiya has long been fighting against Oripathy and frequently visits the medical department, giving her a medical expertise far beyond that of her peers.

She knew perfectly well what Presy meant by "the liquid with the highest genetic material content"! You're not Lin Mei, are you? Lin Zai Zai isn't here...

Could it be that she... was going to eat her teacher's... stuff?! A wave of emotions, a mixture of shame, disbelief, and utter shock, instantly overwhelmed her.

"As for the little rabbit, we might be able to suppress it for a while with blood." Precys's voice was gentle, but his words were as cold as experimental data. "But that Sarkaz Demon Lord... can only choose the latter. It's the only solution that's both efficient and safe."

"..." Wang Chong was silent for a moment before making a decision, "Then let's stabilize Amiya with blood first. We'll deal with Theresa's problem once her condition has improved a bit."

He looked down at the stiff, panicked little rabbit in his arms, his tone gentle yet authoritative:

"Amiya, don't hold back anymore, bite harder. With your strength, you can't break through my defenses. Letting it out will help you get out of this state faster."

"...Ugh...Ugh..."

Amiya responded with a muffled sob, her tense body relaxing slightly as she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's great... at least I don't have to face that unimaginable, shameful choice for now," Amiya thought.

But when she caught a glimpse of Princess Theresa, who was still crawling with difficulty not far away, her eyes completely consumed by instinct, a strong sense of absurdity welled up within her—was the noble and elegant princess in her heart really going to...swallow that thing later?

Amiya felt for a moment that this land was not only filled with suffering, but had also gone completely insane.

Chapter 352: It's Theresa's Turn (Revised)

This chapter contains potentially risky content, and the author is currently revising it!

Chapter 353: Theresa's Instinct Awakens

"Let's check on her condition. Doing this once should help her regain her senses, right?"

Wang Chong stood up and asked Precys, who was examining Theresa's condition. From his perspective, Theresa's condition on the ground seemed to have improved somewhat.

While carefully probing with Originium energy, Precys calmly analyzed the situation:

"...As things stand, it might not be enough yet, but at least that ferocious hunger has subsided considerably. Let her rest for a while to recover her strength; we can make a more accurate judgment based on her subsequent reactions."