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

“Look at their eyes, they're holding back their anger. What we need to do is guide their energy onto the right path, so their determination isn't wasted.”

Zao Lu listened attentively, nodded silently, and pondered the meaning behind Wang Chong's words.

“I understand the general situation.” Wang Chong changed his perspective and asked again, “But tell me the specifics. I also want to figure out what our old rival, Quan Duoer, is thinking right now.”

“Hmm…” Zao Lu collected her thoughts, “Well… let’s start from when Miss Lyudmila discovered their parade this morning…”

……

(12 hours ago)

Chernobog Outer Town, Library

"See! I told you they couldn't win! What can we unarmed civilians do against the state's guns? That's an army group! Even if they've been exiled to this poor, remote place, even if they're the worst and poorest of all the army groups, the Third and Fourth Army Groups, they're still regular troops!"

A male student slammed his fist on the table and shouted.

"Exactly! No matter how many civilians there are, can they withstand a volley of crossbow bolts? When those things come down from the sky, how many people would have to die before they could even get close to them?" Someone immediately chimed in.

"Those middle school students are still too naive and impulsive. Do they think they can become heroes just by grabbing a couple of steel pipes in a fit of passion? Do they really think they're street thugs getting into brawls? If that were the case, why would the country even need to maintain an army? It would be so much easier to just call on them in times of war!"

Another person said sarcastically.

"Hey, you can't say that..." someone tried to smooth things over, "It wasn't just our juniors who were involved; yesterday, quite a few uncles and aunts, even the police rushed in..."

"Your information is outdated!" a student with dark circles under his eyes immediately retorted. "I stayed up all night last night! In the latter half of the night, even the underground gangs started fighting with the army... Sigh, the situation in Chernobog is getting more and more incomprehensible..."

Inside the library, a group of students from the University of Chernobyl huddled together, chattering about their failed protest the previous day.

Their words were full of mockery and belittling of the operation, as if the failure was entirely their fault for being reckless and extreme.

"Everyone!" A commanding voice rang out, silencing the murmurs. All eyes turned to the student council president of Chernobog University, who had stood up. He surveyed the room, his expression serious: "Simply recounting yesterday's events won't do much good! We need to learn from this and find the right path!"

"The burden of Chernobyl now falls on our shoulders! The junior high school student leader was right yesterday; this is a critical juncture for the life and death of the people of Chernobyl! Someone has to step forward and lead the entire city to a way out!"

"We are the most educated and knowledgeable group in the city, and we can see the current situation clearly. A head-on confrontation? Fighting the army? There's no chance of winning! We need to find another way!" The chairman said firmly.

After hearing this, everyone quieted down and began to think about it.

“I think we still need to hold the protest!” a student raised his hand and spoke up. “Those bastards in Dor have really messed up Chernobyl. They don’t know anything about city management. Our demands are clear: get the city back to normal! It’s time to bring back the professionals from the city government to take charge!”

“We need to reinstate Mayor Boris’s authority and get the city government back in charge! Then get the army out of Chernobyl! Stop interfering in the city’s internal affairs! This way, we can solve the problem without risking our lives against the army!”

"So...you mean we should hold a march and shout this message out?" another student asked.

“That’s right!” The student who made the suggestion nodded. “Demonstrations are the right of us citizens! But remember one thing: never do what those people did yesterday and take weapons to confront the army! That would just be giving them an excuse!”

At this moment, the student council president nodded emphatically and took over the conversation:

"Yes! We must raise the voice of protest! We must use our bodies to block the army! As long as we don't take action and maintain absolute restraint, they will find no reason to open fire and suppress us!"

He raised his voice, with an inexplicable confidence: "No matter what, we are the future elite of the empire! The pillars of the nation! How many men does Quandor have the guts to do that? Does he dare to defy the wrath of the Imperial Council and His Majesty the Emperor and indiscriminately slaughter the future of the empire?"

The president even had a slight smile on his lips:

"Unless he's a complete idiot and a brute, he won't do something so foolish as to drive himself into a dead end!"

“Let’s use our identities as a shield! That’s enough to suppress the atrocities of the entire Dor army! If we can mobilize all the students in the city, and even more ordinary people, to join this protest… what can Dor do if they don’t withdraw their troops? Then, we will be the great heroes who save Chernobyl!”

"The president is right!"

"Makes sense!"

The president's impassioned and seemingly well-reasoned speech immediately won widespread approval. Only a discordant voice emanated from a corner:

"But... Chairman, what if... what if Quan Duo'er really dares to let his men open fire? Didn't he already start fighting with civilians yesterday?"

The president listened and smiled confidently:

"Don't worry, he wouldn't dare! How precious are the lives of those big shots? Why would he dare to gamble his life with us? If he really dares to shoot, he's a complete idiot! A person like that, even if he becomes a general, won't last long; his subordinates could kick him out in a heartbeat!"

He concluded decisively:

"No matter how you look at it, the advantage is on our side in this game!"

Chapter 367: Chernobog Unrestricted Fighting Tournament (Part 2)

"After Lyudmila's detailed investigation, I understand why they would make such a claim... Putting aside their ideology, the key is that their action and execution are really not weak. With this set of theories, they quickly won over many people, and even many of our people wavered."

Early Dew sighed and explained:

"We did start the uprising a bit hastily, and coupled with last night's failure and the 'rationality' that came with a good night's sleep, many people are not optimistic about us continuing the fight like this."

"In the end, it turned into the march that took place at noon today. They held up those signs and began to put pressure on the army. They also openly presented their theories, which actually intimidated all the soldiers in Dortmund to some extent."

"You think you're fooled? They weren't like this when they ambushed you last night."

Wang Chong frowned.

"Because those guys weren't intimidated by those people's slogans, but by their fearless behavior, thinking there was some kind of deadly weapon lurking in the crowd."

The answer to Wang Chong's question was not Zao Lu, but Lin Dong, who had just arrived.

“I just finished interrogating several captured soldiers from the entire Dor region. When they first came into contact with this matter at noon, they thought we were behind it and had no idea what we were up to.”

Winter shook her head and said:

"After all, in their eyes, those citizens fought a brilliant resistance yesterday, so how could they possibly rush up so mindlessly and recklessly today? They wouldn't believe it if they didn't have any support."

"So, as a precaution, they kept slowly retreating their lines to test what was going on with these people in the streets, while simultaneously reporting the news to the whole of Dortmund."

"Speaking of which, it's quite interesting. I heard that Quan Duoer even had an argument with a viscount because of this..."

Wang Chong stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Since you interrogated the prisoner... did he give a detailed account of what happened? For example, what happened in the command battalion of Quanduoer, and how the orders were subsequently issued?"

"Although the soldier said he only heard about it from others, it's highly credible because it came from Quan Duo's personal guards..."

Winter naturally recounted what she had heard from the soldier about the situation in Quanduoer.

……

(Ten hours ago)

"What did you say? Another group of students marching, accompanied by a large crowd of citizens, threatening us with their lives to force us out of Chernobyl, and even saying they want to hand over the city government personnel and restore the functions of the Chernobyl city government?"

Quandor's eyes were filled with absurdity as he looked at Stonnov, who had come to report, and said:

"What are those people at the underground clinic... and those students from before? What kind of joke are they telling? Boris is already dead, and most of the city government isn't even under my control..."

"Could this be something orchestrated by those people in the municipal government... After all, judging from the outcome of the lawsuit, they want to reinstate them to their original positions."

"Stonov asked."

"No... those guys are already prisoners. They have no say in my case or in the underground clinic. The people at the underground clinic would never do something so stupid... Are they planning to use those students as human bombs?"

Quan Duoer frowned, paced around the room for a while, and finally asked:

"What's going on now? Did our army retreat because of their absurd actions?"

"Yes... After all, that unpredictable unit that used guns left a considerable shadow on our people."

Stonnov frowned deeply and said:

"Nobody knows if there's some kind of trickery involved... That's why the brothers didn't dare to talk to us..."

"Foolish! How can our army's morale be so weak?! Even the slightest provocation would have at least revealed the situation. When did my soldiers become such cowards!"

Quan Duo slammed his fist on the table and roared:

"A mere elite force of only eight hundred men has terrified your morale? If we fail this time, we can always win in the next battle!"

"Tell the men at the front to hold the line! If they keep retreating like this, are they trying to all crawl back into the inner city? I'm feeding them so much gold and food, not so they'll desert!"

“Yes…but it’s not their fault. It was mainly Viscount Dunkel’s suggestion that influenced our commander’s judgment,” Mr. Stonnov replied, then explained.

“That son of a bitch Dunkel… dares to interfere with my soldiers… Go find that kid named Gulag we recruited before… have him take his men and sneak into the crowd to find out what’s going on with those protesters!”

“That son of a bitch Dunkel… dares to interfere with my soldiers… Go find that kid named Gulag we recruited before… have him take his men and sneak into the crowd to find out what’s going on with those protesters!”

After giving the order, Quan Duoer got up and went out, saying:

"I'm going to find that idiot Dunkirk and see where he gets the guts to interfere with my soldiers!"

……

Above the inner city walls, Viscount Dunkel watched the escalating civil unrest through his binoculars, feeling as if his heart was bleeding.

It wasn't that he was worried about the safety of the people, but rather that if this matter wasn't handled properly, his political career would be over. If it caused a public uprising, and the blame fell on him, he and his family would be doomed.

Especially now that those citizens are demonstrating with restraint and without using weapons, if we were to indiscriminately massacre them, we wouldn't even have a reason to exonerate ourselves...

Slaughtering innocent civilians, slaughtering the empire's elite talents... He dared not even imagine what kind of painful punishment he would be sentenced to if the imperial guards appeared in his home.

Therefore, he did his best to persuade the commanders at the front to calm down and not ruin their futures because of a momentary impulse. Now, the situation has finally reached a stalemate, and the crowd has been shouting for almost an hour, so their momentum has weakened considerably.

If things continue, perhaps I can persuade the citizens to leave. Then, even if Dorgon wants to massacre them, it won't concern me anymore. After all, I've already made a promise to them in front of everyone.

Now, all I need to do is pray that all of Dortmund's attention will be focused on those people in the underground streets, and that I will be left to deal with these protesters.

"Dunkir...you have some nerve, daring to interfere with my soldiers."

However, when Dunkel heard that familiar voice from behind, he knew he was doomed. He hadn't expected the other party to come and confront him so quickly.

All-Dor approached Dunkel aggressively, then casually waved his hand. One of his bodyguards then kicked Dunkel hard in the knee, causing him to cry out in pain and kneel down in front of All-Dor.

Dunkel tried to remember, but two guards grabbed his arms and pressed his shoulders down, forcing him to lower his posture.

"Quan...Quan Dor! How could you insult me ​​like this! I am a viscount, a confidant of the Grand Duke Baikal!"

Dunkel roared.

"So what if I insult you? You're a fool who can't see the situation clearly. You still think those noble tricks will work here?" Quandor sneered at Dunkel and said:

"If I'm not mistaken, the reason you're influencing my soldiers is to get those protesting guys to rush back to the city walls, so you can clear your name of the blame you took before, right?"

"Dunkirk...you haven't forgotten how I sentenced Boris to death, have you? How about I give you the same way of dying—beaten to death by a mob?"

Dunkel, his secret exposed, was initially startled. Upon hearing the death threat from the entire Dor, he was terrified once more, and trembling, he said:

"You... what else do you want to do? I've done everything you said." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the initial statement.)

"Shouldn't your enemies be those people in the underground clinic? Why make such a big fuss! Do you really want to massacre all the innocent people in Chernobog?! Do you think the Internal Security won't investigate? Do you think your one-sided account can determine the deaths of most of the city's population?"

"Do you think I can take the blame? I'm just a viscount! I can't possibly be responsible for the deaths of an entire city!"

Quan Duoer sneered three times, patted Dunkel's face with his palm, and said:

"So you think that letting these citizens over will solve the problem? Boris is dead, and those city government officials have long been kidnapped by the underground clinic. What do you think my troops can do to meet their needs now?"

"And you say you're massacring innocent civilians? Hahaha... My border troops are the most elite units in the entire army group! If we're not even afraid of the border troops, these aren't ordinary citizens! They're clearly all thugs!"

“We must not be lenient with these rioters. Continuing to give in will only make the situation worse! We must deal with these citizens with a heavy hand and not give them a chance to fight back!”

Chapter 369: Only bloodshed can clear the eyes

Major Karlov's shout of "Fire to the death!" was like a red-hot iron, searing the taut nerves of every soldier. A brief silence followed, then a sudden, beast-like roar erupted!

"kill--!"

"For the gold coins!"

The pent-up anger from the entire day, coupled with the fear of the mysterious musketeer from the previous night and the greed for the readily available glittering gold coins, instantly overwhelmed any remaining concerns in the soldiers' hearts.

All that could be heard was a muffled roar from the shield bearers at the front. They ceased their passive defense and, like a herd of maddened rhinos, charged forward with ferocious force! The massive edges of the tower shields slammed into the marching crowd at the very front!

"boom!"

"Ah—! My leg!"

"Run! Don't push forward!"

Screams, the cracking of bones, and the wails of those being trampled instantly replaced the slogans. The first dozen or so citizens, including the valiant student council president, were thrown to the ground by the immense force of a torrent of steel.

If his companions hadn't discovered him and pulled him up, he would have been either seriously injured or killed by the trampling of the citizens.

His face was filled with shock and bewilderment, as if he had not yet recovered from the cruel reality that "they actually made a move".

"Fire! Free fire!" Major Karlov's cold voice pierced through the chaos.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!"

The crossbowmen, their bows already taut, pulled the triggers without hesitation. The cold bolts tore through the air, whistling with death as they struck the dense crowd! There was no warning, no distinction made between targets; to the soldiers, everyone in the march was merely a moving "gold coin bag" and a punching bag to vent their fury!

"Pfft!" "Ugh!"

"My God! They've shot arrows!"

"Help! Run!" (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated.)