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

"What is she saying?" At this moment, Wang Chong leaped up and appeared in front of Kal'tsit, looking at Prissis and asking.

"Our civilization's unique swear words, hmm, I haven't heard them in a long time. But the meanings are all pretty much the same, anyway, you've cursed me with them quite a bit before, Master," Prissis said with a hint of nostalgia.

"You... what did you call him?" Kal'tsit caught the way Prestis had inadvertently addressed Wang Chong, her eyes wide with a look of "What are you talking about?"

"Master? What? Are you surprised? So saying 'ama'... sigh, it's too convoluted. I'll just keep calling you Kal'tsit."

Precys shook his head and said:

"So, Kal'tsit, from your perspective, a momentous change has occurred on this satellite. Master has defeated me and gained control of me. In other words, before my true self has fully awakened, there is no opponent capable of defeating Master."

"So you know what kind of person you're going against? Whether you're using or threatening me, if the master really wanted to get rid of you without anyone noticing, it would be incredibly easy."

"You're saying he defeated you, who possesses full access to the Originium? Impossible... absolutely impossible! If he had that kind of strength, he would have openly displayed it long ago, so how could he... wait, you just said that the real you hasn't fully awakened yet?"

Kal'tsit finally realized who Prismus was before her, and she said in a deep voice, "You are merely a 'phantom' created by Prismus to oversee the continent..."

"Yes, you could say that. That's why Master hasn't revealed his full strength during this time. He doesn't want to face the real me so soon before he's completely confident."

After saying that, Precys seemed to remember something and said with a smile:

"Oh, by the way, speaking of which, the successor you're grooming witnessed the master's true strength much earlier than you did. She's been constantly reminding you not to continue opposing the master."

"It's a pity that some people won't listen and stubbornly believe they can solve all of this. Kal'tsit, these ten thousand years have made you so rigid and inflexible. If the prophet could see you, who was once full of possibilities, turned into this, and even almost killed her just now..."

"Amiya...?! When did she see you?!" Kal'tsit was shocked, as Amiya had been by her side the whole time.

“Just yesterday, during the time she was unconscious all day,” Wang Chong said slowly, “it wasn’t Theresa who pulled her into the Crown’s consciousness, but rather it was at that time that Precys attacked me and Amiya.”

"!! What did you say!?" Kal'tsit naturally knew about the time Amiya was unconscious. She just didn't expect that her trusted little darling would deceive her.

"Heh, you think Amiya lied to you, but don't you realize that until just now you were still skeptical of what Precys said himself? Do you think you would believe Amiya if she told you that I defeated Precys?"

Wang Chong shook his head:

"I specifically selected the information to tell you so that she could explain what happened during her coma. In fact, the information Amiya gave you wasn't false, because Theresa also participated in the battle against Precys."

"And what happened to Theresa is also true. Whether she was resurrected or controlled by her brother Theresis, it's all true. Theresa told Amiya all of this herself."

The barrage of information almost left Kal'tsit breathless; she never imagined that Amiya's coma would lead to such a dramatic turn of events.

She hesitated several times before finally saying, "So... the final truth is that you did indeed defeat the illusion of Precys and gain control of her. And Amiya knew all of this."

Wang Chong said with a cold smile:

"No matter how ambitious I am, or how despicable I may seem to you, I still want to enjoy this world and won't become the one who destroys it. But you, who call yourself the guardian of civilization, not only fail to guide civilization through the crisis of world destruction, but you also plan to push away powerful allies time and time again."

"Kal'tsit, Kal'tsit, have ten thousand years not taught you to plan for the long term, but instead taught you all the shortsightedness of humanity?"

Kal'tsit's expression changed drastically again; she was well aware of the ultimate outcome of the Originium Project.

Was it during that time when he was so preoccupied that he lost his composure that the world was almost destroyed?

Kal'tsit was powerless to refute Wang Chong's sarcasm.

Indeed, regarding the infected and the Ursus issue, no matter how wary Kal'tsit was of Wang Chong, she only regarded him as an ambitious politician.

However, when it comes to the destruction of the entire continent, Wang Chong should be someone they win over, not someone they exclude.

(There will be more sluts later, so I'll just make this a duplicate for now. Remember to refresh tomorrow morning qwq)

"Who exactly are you? How do you know so much information? Over the years, I have known quite a few immortals, but I have never seen anyone like you."

Upon hearing the words "previous civilization," Kal'tsit's eyes narrowed again as she stared intently at Wang Chong and questioned him.

"Ha...Who am I? I am nobody."

Wang Chong shook his head and said coldly:

"If I had to put it into words, I'm just someone who's extremely unhappy about the tragedies that keep happening to this land."

"You say I used those two children... but you didn't consider that it was a continuation of your own mistakes. You say I just wanted a suitable excuse to act, but you never considered that if I really wanted to act, I wouldn't need any excuse!"

"For Amiya's sake, I was going to give you a chance to meet with the Doctor and your two other old friends, and have a frank discussion about the future of this continent."

"But now, I truly regret it. Perhaps I should have been more assertive, to avoid the process being endlessly hampered by you doubters. Well then, it's your turn to step in and teach your former pet a lesson—"

"Prisas".

The moment Wang Chong uttered Precys's name, Kal'tsit's expression changed drastically. Then, she heard the clear sound of footsteps on the floor behind her.

"Click—" "Click—"

Kal'tsit turned around and saw a figure slowly walking up the stairs from the corner below.

"This is a trial, and I have accepted the trial of overcoming the past."

The familiar female voice reached Kal'tsit's ears, causing her body to tremble instinctively. It was the voice of the person she least wanted to hear.

"Whether it's the growth of a person or the growth of civilization, it's all about overcoming the immature past and facing the deepest fears and the end."

A face appeared incredibly clear in Kal'tsit's eyes, and she murmured, "Impossible... How could you..."

"Hmm? You think so too, don't you, Kal'tsit? Or should I call you by your old name—ama-10?"

Precyth, with her signature smile, gazed at Kal'tsit.

“mon—woo!”

Kal'tsit instinctively tried to summon mon3tr again, but forgot that mon3tr had already been cut in two by Wang Chong and would need some time to recover.

“Restraint”.

However, Precys merely whispered something, and the boundless Originium energy in the air, under Precys's control, easily surged towards Kal'tsit's limbs.

With almost no apparent resistance, Kal'tsit's limbs were firmly fixed in place by the crystallized Originium, rendering her completely immobile.

"I still prefer you as you used to be, ama-10. The way you look now has actually made you much weaker."

"Precys said with a smile."

"(Unknown language)!!"

Kal'tsit, her face contorted in a grimace, spoke to Prismus in a strange language: "You, Merlin, where are you? Merlin, empty, where are you...?"

"What is she saying?" At this moment, Wang Chong leaped up and appeared in front of Kal'tsit, looking at Prissis and asking.

"Our civilization's unique swear words, hmm, I haven't heard them in a long time. But the meanings are all pretty much the same, anyway, you've cursed me with them quite a bit before, Master," Prissis said with a hint of nostalgia.

"You... what did you call him?" Kal'tsit caught the way Prestis had inadvertently addressed Wang Chong, her eyes wide with a look of "What are you talking about?"

"Master? What? Are you surprised? So saying 'ama'... sigh, it's too convoluted. I'll just keep calling you Kal'tsit."

Precys shook his head and said:

"So, Kal'tsit, from your perspective, a momentous change has occurred on this satellite. Master has defeated me and gained control of me. In other words, before my true self has fully awakened, there is no opponent capable of defeating Master."

"So you know what kind of person you're going against? Whether you're using or threatening me, if the master really wanted to get rid of you without anyone noticing, it would be incredibly easy."

"You're saying he defeated you, who possesses full access to the Originium? Impossible... absolutely impossible! If he had that kind of strength, he would have openly displayed it long ago, so how could he... wait, you just said that the real you hasn't fully awakened yet?"

Kal'tsit finally realized who Prismus was before her, and she said in a deep voice, "You are merely a 'phantom' created by Prismus to oversee the continent..."

"Yes, you could say that. That's why Master hasn't revealed his full strength during this time. He doesn't want to face the real me so soon before he's completely confident."

After saying that, Precys seemed to remember something and said with a smile:

"Oh, by the way, speaking of which, the successor you're grooming witnessed the master's true strength much earlier than you did. She's been constantly reminding you not to continue opposing the master."

"It's a pity that some people won't listen and stubbornly believe they can solve all of this. Kal'tsit, these ten thousand years have made you so rigid and inflexible. If the prophet could see you, who was once full of possibilities, turned into this, and even almost killed her just now..."

"Amiya...?! When did she see you?!" Kal'tsit was shocked, as Amiya had been by her side the whole time.

“Just yesterday, during the time she was unconscious all day,” Wang Chong said slowly, “it wasn’t Theresa who pulled her into the Crown’s consciousness, but rather it was at that time that Precys attacked me and Amiya.”

"!! What did you say!?" Kal'tsit naturally knew about the time Amiya was unconscious. She just didn't expect that her trusted little darling would deceive her.

"Heh, you think Amiya lied to you, but don't you realize that until just now you were still skeptical of what Precys said himself? Do you think you would believe Amiya if she told you that I defeated Precys?"

Wang Chong shook his head:

"I specifically selected the information to tell you so that she could explain what happened during her coma. In fact, the information Amiya gave you wasn't false, because Theresa also participated in the battle against Precys."

"And what happened to Theresa is also true. Whether she was resurrected or controlled by her brother Theresis, it's all true. Theresa told Amiya all of this herself."

The barrage of information almost left Kal'tsit breathless; she never imagined that Amiya's coma would lead to such a dramatic turn of events.

She hesitated several times before finally saying, "So... the final truth is that you did indeed defeat the illusion of Precys and gain control of her. And Amiya knew all of this."

"Otherwise, why do you think Amiya trusts me so much? Because, in the end, I saved your entire world. Prestis almost possessed Amiya to use her as a tool to advance the Originium Project. You should understand what that means, right?"

Wang Chong said with a cold smile:

Chapter 408: The elderly man remained silent, only exhaling continuously.

Chernin Inner City

As Amiya led the elite operators toward the entrance to the core level, she suddenly stopped, a look of reluctance on her face.

The elite operators noticed Amiya's pause and all stopped as well.

Ace stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong, Amiya? Are you feeling unwell again?"

"No...no, I'm fine. It's just that the closer I get to the doctor, the more nervous I become."

When someone came to ask her something, Amiya quickly shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

“Yeah, I’ve felt that way too. The closer you get to charging into battle with someone important, the more hesitant you become.” Scout understood Amiya’s feelings perfectly, so he asked, “Do you need to rest for a while?”

"No, no need. Let's keep going. After all, we don't know if the Doctor is down there." Amiya shook her head, stood up again, and walked towards the core level.

In reality, her condition wasn't due to the doctor. After all, she already knew that the doctor had been safely rescued by Wang Chong.

What truly made Amiya show this expression was the news Wang Chong had just told her:

Kal'tsit angered Wang Chong again, and almost injured the Doctor. Therefore, Wang Chong no longer intended to have a proper conversation with Kal'tsit.

Amiya was deeply disturbed by this news... She wanted to beg Wang Chong to spare Kal'tsit, but this time Wang Chong was really serious.

"You will see her again... and it won't be much different from usual. The only difference is that she will no longer defy my will, that's all."

After leaving those words, Wang Chong ended his communication with Amiya.

Amiya understood that Wang Chong intended to use the same tactics he used against Theresa on Kal'tsit. This was why Amiya showed such reluctance.

But she was powerless to stop Wang Chong. Even if she could find his exact location, how could she possibly save Kal'tsit… She knew that, in a way, she herself was Wang Chong's possession.

Moreover... Kal'tsit probably wouldn't want to see her in such a sorry state.

Amiya could only sigh inwardly, wavering... Was it right for her to continue relying on her teacher's power?

……

Meanwhile, Kal'tsit's education is in full swing.

Under the relentless barrage of words and physical assault from Precys, her mind went blank, overwhelmed by a flood of sensory experiences, leaving her utterly powerless to mount an effective rebuttal.

"Hehe, so you're admitting it too, aren't you?"

Priss felt satisfied as he felt the trembling of the breasts in his palms and heard the soft moan of submission, continuing to verbally lash out at Kal'tsit's last psychological defenses.

Her hands still held those snowy peaks, sometimes gripping them tightly, sometimes lightly scratching the sensitive tips with her nails, causing Kal'tsit's body to rise and fall helplessly under her palms.

"After all, if you weren't so incompetent, why would the prophet betray you? Why would the descendants of your students be hostile to you? Why didn't Theresa protect you? Why would Amiya hide information from you?"

Kal'tsit closed her eyes in despair, her long, silvery-white eyelashes trembling violently like the wings of a startled butterfly. Humiliation, fear, and a deep doubt about her actions over the past millennia, mixed with a strange pleasure forcibly aroused in her body, overwhelmed her like a surging tide.

The string that held her rationality was breaking bit by bit under the relentless questioning and physical assault from Precys.

She began to passively, even subconsciously, agree with Precys's piercing words. The meaning of existence that she had given herself for thousands of years was crumbling under this dual torture of body and mind.

"so……"

Prissis's voice suddenly became exceptionally clear, carrying the air of final judgment. Her hand, which had been roaming and igniting Kal'tsit's body, finally slid down slowly with a clear purpose, passing over her flat, taut abdomen, and skimming over the breathtakingly full curves below her waist, which was marked with deep Originium.

Finally, with irresistible force, it covered the smooth, hairless, and untouched secret garden between Kal'tsit's legs.

"Don't even fail at this last thing... the only thing a loser can do well, Kal'tsit..."

"Uh—!!!" Mei is busy, Yongyong is not available, Lin is not here...

When the fingertips of that special Originium magic, carrying a burning sensation, suddenly touched, and even pressed with an exploratory intent, onto the most delicate and sensitive core petals, an unprecedented and intense stimulation, strong enough to pierce the soul, instantly ran through Kal'tsit's entire body like an electric current!

She suddenly tilted her head back, her neck forming a beautiful, dying arc, and a broken, high-pitched sob burst forth from her mouth, which was blocked by fingers.

Her body was taut to its limit, like a fully drawn bow, every inch of her confined skin trembling violently, as if it would completely collapse in this extreme desire and despair at any moment.

“Come on…” Prissis felt the intense spasms and the moist spring tide in his palms, and whispered with satisfaction, like an invitation from a devil, “As the loser, the only thing you can do now is to use your beautiful body… to please us to the fullest, completely…”