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

"We succeeded, Doctor!! Those thugs down there are starting to suffer massive casualties! It must be that the evil [Comrades] formation has been broken!!"

A worker representative, his face beaming with joy, rushed over to report this exhilarating news. Upon hearing it, the surrounding workers all wore relieved smiles, patting each other on the shoulder, their eyes sparkling with tears of victory and anticipation for the future.

They not only avenged themselves, but also vented the pent-up anger of the oppressed people of Chern! With the ringleader brought to justice, Chern seems to have truly achieved its goal!

However, amidst this jubilant atmosphere, only the greatest contributor to this battle—the female PhD student—remained motionless, seemingly oblivious to the thunderous cheers and good news below. With her back to the crowd, her gaze remained fixed on the still-burning inferno and scorched earth below.

"What's wrong, Doctor?" The observant Director Peter noticed her unusual behavior and, dragging his weak body closer, asked with concern, "You look...not very happy? Is something wrong?"

The female PhD student slowly turned around. The forced coldness on her face had long since vanished, replaced by an indescribable weariness and paleness. Her brows were furrowed, her lips were slightly pursed, and a hint of confusion and unease lingered in the depths of her eyes.

"No, it's nothing..."

She shook her head, her voice low and trembling slightly:

"It's just... a little disorienting. Don't be fooled by my confident pronouncements during the planning and my seemingly ruthless and decisive command... after witnessing this result firsthand..."

She paused, seemingly searching for the right words, and finally said with a wry smile:

"...It feels disgusting. This kind of victory...is not a pleasant feeling."

"I understand. It's never easy to adapt when it's your first time doing something like this."

Peter expressed his understanding, looking at the doctor's pale profile, his voice carrying a hint of comfort from someone who had been through it all:

"Especially given the terrible state of things before us... to be honest, the only reason we can hold our tongues is because they have committed so many evils that we, the people of Chernobog, wish we could eat their flesh and drink their blood."

After he finished speaking, his tone gradually softened, attempting to ease the heavy atmosphere:

"To be honest, the moment the plan succeeded, seeing your calm and decisive command, and your flawless strategy, everyone felt that you had a dangerous edge to you. We admired you, but we were also a little afraid of you..."

"But now that I hear what you've said, I don't think you're so scary anymore... Maybe I was being rude, but at least you seem like a normal person to me, Doctor."

"I'll take it as Mr. Peter, you're praising me..."

The female PhD student forced a bitter smile, turned around and walked towards the stairwell, her steps somewhat unsteady, as if she had been relieved of a heavy burden.

"I won't watch any longer. You guys should clean up the battlefield now... With old man Hrag in charge, the situation should be fine."

She paused, her voice lowering, carrying a barely perceptible weakness:

"I...I need to find a place to rest for a while...Ugh, I really feel like throwing up."

Before she finished speaking, she had already disappeared into the shadows leading into the building, leaving the workers looking at each other in bewilderment.

One of the worker representatives turned his gaze to Peter: "Director, so what should we do now...?"

"Do as that doctor says!"

Peter took a deep breath, straightened his back, and although his body was still weak, his eyes had become firm again.

"For us, the battle is over; now it's time for the cleanup. Cheer up, this is the final stage! Clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and tally the results!"

He looked around at the faces that were either excited, tired, or filled with awe:

"We won, brothers and sisters in Chernobyl! We've won a way to survive for ourselves and our families!"

……

The sun leaped completely above the horizon, showering its golden rays upon the ravaged city of Chernobyl.

The smoke of battle had not yet dissipated, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burnt metal, blood, and the unique odor of Originium dust.

Hrag led the Reunion warriors cautiously into the massive collapsed pit to carry out the final clearing.

"Tsk, that's pathetic..."

Red carefully used the tip of his longsword to pry open a twisted steel bar that was pressing down on half a corpse. In the firelight, the Ursus soldier's face was contorted with extreme pain.

“Look, after the collapse, these Ursus soldiers were either nailed to death by steel bars or crushed by large chunks of rubble. The military formation was keeping them alive, preventing them from dying even if they wanted to, and they could only suffer endless torment. No wonder their expressions were so ferocious and terrifying.”

"Sigh, what a wonderful mobile city, and it's been ruined into this mess."

"Hey Red Knife, could it be that when the Führer sent us with the engineering team, he already anticipated that Chernobog would be reduced to this state, and planned to have the engineering team clean up the mess?"

After saying that, he paused, as if he had thought of something, and complained with a bitter face:

"Won't we have to dig soil, carry stones, and make cement ourselves? My God, I just want to fight the enemy to my heart's content, not deal with mud and mortar all day long."

Red grinned, patted Lecce on the shoulder, and said:

"Hey, it's fine if you say this to me privately. But if other people hear it, they might report you to the political commissar, who'll arrange a few 'ideological education' lessons for you to 'boost your awareness.'" (The rest of the text is nonsensical and likely machine-generated.)

"Besides, helping this city rise again and rebuild the homes of its people is the easiest way to build relationships. Don't you always say you want to find a wife someday? Maybe if you do this well, some nice girl from Chernobog will take a liking to your strength."

Upon hearing Reid's words, Lecce shook his head repeatedly, looking incredulous, and said, "Huh? What girl would want a rough guy who's always covered in dirt and grime... You must be kidding me."

"Team leaders, have you spotted the target the old man gave us?"

A steady, powerful voice came from behind them. Yegor, holding a square shield almost as tall as himself and a large melee sword, walked over with measured steps.

"Oh, Team Leader Yegor. It's a pity, I've searched the entire area I'm responsible for, but I haven't seen any trace of that... Young General Quan."

Lecce dropped his joking expression, shook his head, and then tried hard to recall the target's name before speaking.

"It's all of Dortmund... Oh well, it's all the same anyway."

Yegor frowned slightly, his sharp gaze sweeping across the chaotic battlefield at the bottom of the pit:

"I haven't found him here either. And I have a feeling that he's probably already slipped away."

He paused, then pointed to the charred or crushed corpses in the pit, clearly dead before the army's formation disintegrated:

“Look, the fire wasn’t completely extinguished yet, but we were able to finish off some of the people ahead of time. This is clearly because Quan Dor himself voluntarily deactivated the effect of the [Comrades-in-Arms] formation. If he were really buried underneath and unable to move, he would never have done this, otherwise deactivating the formation would have been tantamount to suicide.”

“That makes sense.” Reid nodded in agreement. “He must have taken advantage of the chaos to find a way to escape before the formation’s effects wore off. That guy’s got some nerve.”

“No rush,” Yegor said calmly, gripping his broadsword tightly. “Once all the teams have finished their searches and the results are reported to the old man, the situation will become clear.”

After saying this, Yegor solemnly advised:

"Also... stay alert, take out your weapons, and be careful not to be ambushed. Just now, some people were already tricked by soldiers who were pretending to be dead."

Upon hearing this, Red and Lecce's expressions hardened, and they immediately drew their weapons again. The three exchanged a knowing glance, then each led their men back into the ruins for a more thorough search.

Chapter 384: Victory and What Happens Next

Finally, after the huge crater had been completely cleared and all the surviving enemy soldiers and corpses that could be found had been properly disposed of, the leaders of each team gathered in front of Helag to report the situation.

"Didn't anyone notice...?"

After listening to everyone's report, Hrag's gray eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he finally confirmed Red and Yegor's judgment.

"Despite such a grand undertaking, with an inescapable net, this big fish still managed to slip through the mesh."

He looked toward the inner city, where it seemed quieter than before.

"Old man, I'll lead the men to chase them!" A young leader of the Reunion Movement immediately volunteered, his face showing reluctance.

“No need.” Herag raised his hand, calmly stopping him. “At this hour, with all of Dor’s abilities, they would probably have already escaped back to the inner city’s core area.”

He paused, then added the latest intelligence from other battlefields:

"Moreover, news just came from the underground passage that Stonnov's main force has also stopped its attack and begun to withdraw in an orderly manner to the inner city area for defense."

"Besides, the brothers have been fighting all night and are exhausted, their strength pushed to the limit. If we continue the pursuit, they'll be at their last gasp and things could go wrong. The most important thing now is to let everyone rest and treat the wounded!"

After saying all this, Herag turned his gaze to the various team leaders, his face showing a sincere and solemn expression:

"But to all my compatriots and brothers who came from all directions to support Chernobog under the cover of darkness! I, Herag, on behalf of the nearly one million citizens of Chernobog and all the infected brothers who fought for freedom, extend my deepest gratitude to you!"

"Thank you for extending a helping hand in our most critical moment. The people of Chernobyl will never forget your kindness!"

Hrag's voice echoed in the morning light, carrying an inspiring power.

Then, he raised his arms high, as if to lift up the rising sun: "Now, let us return in triumph, carrying the glory of victory! Let us bring this hard-won good news to our compatriots who are eagerly awaiting our return! We have won!"

Led by Herag, all the warriors present, whether they were from Chernobog or reinforcements from afar, erupted in thunderous cheers and shouts.

The shouts of victory spread and echoed in all directions, resounding throughout this alleyway that had just experienced blood and fire.

The cheers acted as a reassurance, finally confirming the news of victory for the anxious and sleepless citizens of Chernobog. Their tense nerves relaxed, and they were able to drift off to sleep peacefully.

Subsequently, Hrag led the core members of his troops to a formal meeting with representatives of the resistance forces in the industrial zone.

After a brief account of the battlefield situation, Hrag learned in detail from Director Peter and others how the industrial district had been thoroughly enraged by the bloody rule of the Gulag and the Iron Axe, leading to a successful uprising and the seizure of control.

Peter specifically mentioned the female doctor, who claimed to be a commander sent by Wang Chong to guide tactics and the use of weaponry. Furthermore, Wang Chong astutely assessed the critical situation in the ground-based elevator area and thus instructed the female doctor to guide the industrial workers to immediately support Helag and alleviate the pressure.

However, even Wang Chong probably didn't expect that the female doctor could set up such a shocking trap, burying all of Dort's most elite troops in one fell swoop!

Soon, Herag also met the female PhD who had made a name for herself but now seemed rather quiet. She stood to the side, her expression calm, even carrying a hint of weariness that was barely perceptible, and she looked no different from any other person.

Hrag stepped forward, solemnly extending his hand, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration: "Doctor, it is an honor to meet you. Your tactical layout and on-the-spot command are a textbook example of the art of war. Even I, an old man, must study and learn from you."

The female PhD student bowed slightly, shook hands with Herag, and spoke in a low, humble voice:

"Mr. Hrag is too kind. It was nothing more than some minor skill, a lucky success. In the end, it was only because we captured a large amount of military equipment and supplies that we were able to achieve such an effect..."

"And to be honest, in order to achieve our goal this time, we almost exhausted all our cannonballs and crossbow bolts, which probably wasted a lot of valuable resources."

"To achieve such brilliant results and accomplish such a crucial strategic objective is by no means a waste!" Hrag laughed loudly. "Doctor, you are too modest."

After some discussion, the group began to pack up their equipment, organize their ranks, and set off in a grand procession towards the underground passage.

Although Dor is not dead, he is like a stray dog, and can only join up with the remaining 10,000 troops of Stonnov, and huddle in the core area of ​​the inner city to put up a futile resistance.

While the Reunion Movement and the Chernobyl Allied Forces were in high spirits, they had also experienced intense fighting and urgently needed to rest, replenish supplies, and recover their strength.

When the team returned to the relatively safe underground area and saw Wang Chong, who had come to greet and congratulate them on their triumphant return, the real sense of victory finally took root in everyone's hearts, and all the fatigue seemed to turn into pride.

While the Reunion Movement and the Chernobyl Allied Forces were in high spirits, they had also experienced intense fighting and urgently needed to rest, replenish supplies, and recover their strength.

When the team returned to the relatively safe underground area and saw Wang Chong, who had come to greet and congratulate them on their triumphant return, the real sense of victory finally took root in everyone's hearts, and all the fatigue seemed to turn into pride.

With an approving smile on his face, Wang Chong extended his greetings to each of the team leaders.

Afterwards, Wang Chong efficiently carried out post-war arrangements. He formally incorporated the workers in the industrial zone who had joined the integration movement and solemnly handed a sealed document to Director Peter.

Peter took the document, opened it, and his face was immediately filled with shock—it was actually the complete manufacturing process blueprints for etching bullets!

"Your Excellency! This...this is..."

Peter was so excited he was almost incoherent. Although he and his workers joined the battle relatively late, they had still witnessed the terrifying power of the musketeers in the recent fighting, and thus understood even more clearly the core strategic value represented by this blueprint!

How could such a crucial secret be entrusted to them, who had just joined?

Wang Chong gently patted Peter on the shoulder, his smile warm and full of trust:

"All of Dortmund is willing to hand over the entire standard equipment manufacturing process to your industrial zone for his own ambitions. Do you think our Reunification Movement should keep things hidden from our own comrades?"

After speaking, he glanced at Peter and the equally excited workers behind him, his tone shifting to one of firmness and expectation:

"Once Chernobog is completely free from the shackles of the Ursus Empire, I can entrust you with the establishment and operation of those powerful musket production lines! Whether my integrated musket division can take shape and establish a formidable reputation depends entirely on you, Director Peter, and your technical team."

"You must understand, these weapons are the key to enabling ordinary citizens to quickly gain the ability to confront the Ursus army head-on!"

Peter gripped the heavy blueprints tightly, feeling the trust and responsibility it contained. He took a deep breath, straightened his back, and spoke in a loud and sincere voice:

"Thank you for your trust, Your Majesty! Peter and all the brothers in the industrial zone will do our utmost to live up to your expectations!"

After reassuring the newly joined industrial workers and the hardworking Helag troops, Wang Chong summoned the leaders of the various branches who had come to support him, along with Lyudmila and Alex, representatives of the Chernobyl branch, to the temporary command room for an important meeting.

At the beginning of the meeting, Wang Chong deliberately walked up to Yegor, patted the young general on the shoulder forcefully, and smiled with satisfaction in his eyes:

"Yegor, well done! You have not disappointed me. In just six months, you have grown to the point where you can stand alone and command with confidence. I have seen your deployment and defense on the battlefield, and you have done a very good job."

Yegor stood tall and straight, gave a military salute with his fist to his chest, and spoke in a steady and powerful voice:

"Everything stems from your teachings and trust, my mentor! Without your guidance, there would be no Yegor today!"

"Don't be arrogant in victory, and don't be discouraged in defeat. Keep this mindset; the road ahead is still long," Wang Chong earnestly advised.

He then walked to the head of the conference table, his expression turning serious, and his gaze swept over each of the core members present:

"Ladies and gentlemen, first of all, thank you again for responding to the call and coming all the way to support Chernobyl! The people of Chernobyl and I will remember this kindness." He nodded slightly in acknowledgment, then changed the subject, "However, we have already said the polite words many times. Time is of the essence, so let's get straight to the point."

Wang Chong's finger traced the locations of the southern cities on the map, his voice clear and penetrating:

"I previously toured the southern cities, observing their conditions one by one. Undeniably, our integration efforts in each city have suffered varying degrees of setbacks and bloody suppression." Where is Merlin? Are you there...?

After saying that, Wang Chong's eyes sharpened, and he continued:

"The reason I chose Chernobog as my strategic breakthrough point is not only because the citizens here are the most oppressed and their resistance is the most representative and inspiring. More importantly, the commander-in-chief of the entire Southern Border Military District—Alldor himself—is based in Chernobog!"

Wang Chong emphasized his words and continued:

"Whether we capture him alive or annihilate him completely, it will have a decisive impact on the liberation process of the entire southern city! This glorious victory has wiped out all of Dor's elite troops, who are now fleeing in disarray."