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

“Master, your ultimate goal is to go to the Type-Moon world, so it is impossible for you to stay here for long. All of this information was already discovered by Precys through various observations.”

"She is taking this opportunity to weaken the foundation of her master's power and delay your progress in unifying the continent, thereby reducing the likelihood that you will defeat her when her true form escapes in three years."

"Haha..." Wang Chong chuckled, with a hint of approval, "It seems that this year's intelligence gathering work has greatly improved your ability to understand people's hearts, Black Alice, and you can even analyze Precys's thoughts so thoroughly."

“Master, you underestimate me too much… My status is the embodiment of all evil in this world, so I am extremely sensitive to human malice.”

Blackie first shook her head helplessly, then she keenly noticed the composure in Wang Chong's expression, and a thought struck her. She tentatively asked:

"However... judging from your composed demeanor, could it be that the master anticipated this and is not worried about her scheme?"

"Your concerns stem from the fact that I have many plans that I have not yet made known to you. From your perspective, it is natural that you would find the situation difficult."

Wang Chong slowly explained, "In addition, I have rarely made a move in this world, and you were not by my side when we were in the Type-Moon world, so you lack a clear understanding of the transformation of my current strength."

Wang Chong's tone was calm, yet it contained absolute confidence: "In fact, with my current strength, even alone, I am capable of confronting Precys's true form and all the Originium energy she can mobilize head-on."

"As for the various nations' desire for integration..."

When the threat from other forces on the mainland was mentioned, Wang Chong's lips curled into a cold smile, and he continued: "You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, Lin ...

"Heh, Black Alice, you should have noticed as our power expands, is the energy environment of this land quietly changing? Are the 'ether' and 'true ether' that constitute magic becoming increasingly abundant?"

“Indeed…” Black Alice focused her attention on sensing her surroundings. The otherworldly energy fluctuations permeating the air confirmed Wang Chong’s words. She immediately realized, “Could it be that… as the master’s power grows, the barrier between the two worlds is dissolving, and the rules are becoming interconnected?”

“That’s exactly right,” Wang Chong affirmed. “I can tell you definitively that once the Eastern Region is completely pacified, the concentration of ether here will be sufficient for Artoria and the others to unleash more than 90% of their power. At that time, with them in charge of the central region, even if all nations unite to invade, we will have nothing to fear!”

Besides this, Wang Chong had something else on his mind. Now that he had mastered the two major strategies of the reputation system, namely [diplomacy] and [strategy], he could simply raise the white flag when the time came.

In any case, with the intervention of the system's immense power, the idea of ​​the various nations forming an alliance to besiege and integrate is nothing short of a pipe dream. At least for now, the Eastern Kingdom and Lungmen have been forcibly locked in by the system's rules, and there is absolutely no possibility of them becoming enemies of integration within a year.

"I see!" Black Alice suddenly realized, her worry vanishing and replaced by sarcasm towards Precys.

"No wonder the master is so calm. It seems that even without the intervention of the Patriots and the sorcerers, the master had already laid out a backup plan. Precys's self-righteous calculations are nothing but the futile efforts of a clown."

After saying that, Black Alice glanced disdainfully in the direction where Precyth had disappeared.

But then, Black Alice frowned and said, "Even so, are we just going to let her go so easily? Without any punishment..."

“Punishment?” Wang Chong shook his head, his tone turning cold. “At this moment, it is her main body that should be punished, while this clone of hers not only accepts all my punishments passively, but even relishes them.”

"Let's just record these debts for now. When the time is right, we will settle accounts with interest, including the principal and interest, along with her original body and that so-called previous civilization."

"What does Master mean...?" Black Alice pressed.

"The technological and intellectual heritage of previous civilizations can be preserved as appropriate. As for those soul imprints of previous civilizations... well, let them serve as 'line fillers' on the battlefield of conquering other worlds to atone for their sins."

Wang Chong's voice was as cold as frost, as if he were pronouncing the fate of a civilization:

"As for whether they will be completely eliminated like dust or given a new lease on life, that depends on their 'performance' during their cannon fodder career."

This cold-blooded judgment, far more cruel than death itself, sent a chill down Black Alice's spine. She exclaimed, "As expected of our master! Now, all we have to do is wait three years to witness their lamentations and ugliness."

……

Time flies, and nearly half a month has passed in the blink of an eye. During this period, the integrated army has been unstoppable and has swept through the enemy lines, annihilating a total of more than 80,000 troops from the Third and Fourth Armies of Ursus and capturing more than 60,000 surrendered soldiers.

The defensive system surrounding Murmangraf has clearly collapsed, leaving only the main city, two land-based ships outside the city, and the more than 300,000-strong army group that is stubbornly resisting.

The common people in the city had long been disgusted with the corrupt warlord rule and were eagerly awaiting the arrival of the unifying army outside the city, which represented change, to crush the parasites that were lurking overhead.

Chapter 465 Natural Disaster is Imminent

However, at this moment of great anticipation, a piercing alarm suddenly tore through the city's hustle and bustle, striking everyone's heart like a hammer blow. This was the alarm signaling the imminent arrival of the Originium Cataclysm!

"Damn it! Of all times, a natural disaster has to strike at this critical juncture?!"

In a crowded and noisy tavern in the city, a burly man with a face full of resentment spat angrily and slammed his fist on the greasy wooden table:

"I was planning to wait until the integrated army was at the city gates, then go all out to gather manpower, storm the city walls, open the city gates, welcome the royal army into the city, and slaughter those bloodthirsty bastards!"

"Heh heh, good news, buddy!" A hunchbacked man, his face flushed from drinking, chuckled maliciously, his cloudy eyes gleaming with schadenfreude. "This means even God can't stand it anymore! Perfect timing, let that disaster fall and smash the city walls and those bastards to pieces!"

"Stop dreaming..."

Just then, a man who had just entered the store, with a gloomy expression, took a gulp of his drink and interrupted irritably:

"I just found out that the cataclysm won't hit the city at all; it'll be hitting the vast plains outside! The alarms are probably just because they're worried that fragments of Originium will fly into the city and injure people, so they're urging us to quickly take shelter in the mountains!"

He slammed his glass down, his voice filled with disappointment and resentment:

"Forget about smashing the soldiers, this monstrous natural disaster has actually pinned the Integral Army to the spot, making it impossible for them to advance into the plains!"

"What's worse, the land will be heavily contaminated with Originium after the disaster, which will be a huge burden for the Reunion Army! Only those soldiers who have already been infected with Oripathy can barely move around in that hellhole..."

“But that doesn’t mean they’re alright!” he raised his voice, filled with grief and indignation. “Their Oripathy will only worsen, causing them unbearable pain! What do you mean, ‘God has eyes’? I think God is blind!”

"What?! (Ursus curse)..." Upon hearing this, the burly man was even more enraged, veins bulging on his forehead. "Why is this damned natural disaster so blind! Why doesn't it just smash these beastly scoundrels in the city to death!"

"Sigh... I've even lost my appetite for drinking." The hunched drunkard's face changed, and he hurriedly pulled out a few copper coins and threw them on the table. He staggered to his feet. "Hurry up and get out of here! Those idle thugs might be here any minute. If we run into them, we'll get a beating at best, and at worst, we'll lose our lives!"

He rushed toward the door in a panic, almost bumping into a young man who was about to enter.

"Ouch! I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" The hunchback was startled, fearing he had bumped into a thug.

The young man kindly helped him up: "Be careful, uncle. Hurry up and get to the shelter, don't wander around outside."

"Oh...oh..." After confirming that the other person was not a soldier, the hunchback breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered what the other person had said and asked in confusion, "Didn't they say that natural disasters don't happen in the city? Why are we hiding in that shelter?"

"Sigh, the news was released by the military, who knows if it's true or false?" The young man sighed and patiently advised, "Originium contamination is no small matter, it's always better to be cautious. Besides, the shelter doors are already open, everyone can go inside and stay there, at least for peace of mind."

He glanced around at the various expressions on the faces of the people in the tavern, and added earnestly, "Besides, the flames of war are about to reach the outskirts of Murmansk. If those thugs rampage through the city and we happen to run into them, wouldn't we be needlessly harmed?"

"This..." The hunchback was stunned, and the others in the tavern also fell into deep thought, feeling that what the young man said made sense.

"Anyway, I'm just trying to give everyone a friendly reminder." The young man said sincerely, "There are self-organized mutual aid groups of residents at the shelter, which are responsible for distributing supplies and managing order during the disaster. At least for the next few days, you won't have to live in constant fear of being harassed by patrolling thugs."

“Oh well, oh well…” The hunchback was completely convinced. He muttered as he squeezed past the young man, “I’d better pack my things and hide in the mountainside…” He staggered out the door.

Seeing this, the others in the tavern also got up, preparing to go home to pack their belongings and head to the shelter. The young man, watching this, breathed a sigh of relief and nodded slightly. (The last two lines are a nonsensical string of characters and don't translate directly.)

Similar scenes are playing out throughout the city, with more and more citizens bringing their families and joining the flow of people heading to the mountain shelters.

"Ha... these lowly commoners, they're even more cowardly than Originium bugs!" On the high city wall, a soldier A looked down at the surging crowd and sneered disdainfully, "The disaster's range clearly doesn't cover the city, yet they're all running faster than infected creatures, scrambling to squeeze into that dilapidated cave!"

“You can’t say that,” the soldier next to him shook his head, his tone tinged with worry. “Who knows how accurate the measurements are… But tomorrow it’s the brothers’ turn to stand guard on the city wall, they’ll be really risking their lives, in case a rockfall comes…”

"Who cares!" Soldier A interrupted him dismissively, a smug look of relief spreading across his face. "This natural disaster came at the perfect time! When the inside news broke ten days ago, everyone was overjoyed. Especially when it was confirmed that it wouldn't hit us, it was like God had saved Ursus!"

"Who cares!" Soldier A interrupted him dismissively, a smug look of relief spreading across his face. "This natural disaster came at the perfect time! When the inside news broke ten days ago, everyone was overjoyed. Especially when it was confirmed that it wouldn't hit us, it was like God had saved Ursus!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, spitting as he spoke: "That's great! Maybe we can really hold out until reinforcements arrive! All those bullshit rumors before, saying that the Empire didn't negotiate with Kazimir, were definitely a lousy trick by those bandits who were trying to consolidate their forces!"

"Ha! I remember you weren't like this ten days ago, acting like the sky was about to fall!" At this moment, Soldier C, who walked over, mercilessly exposed his weakness, "I think this natural disaster has given you a lot of courage!"

"Get out of here! Stop digging up my secrets!" Soldier A shoved him angrily. "Back then, who wouldn't think the worst? Anyway, we don't have to worry about anything now! We'll just sit here eating hotpot, singing songs, and see if those bandits dare to come and die in the face of this natural disaster! Hahahaha..."

"Hahaha..." The city wall was filled with the soldiers' rough laughter.

Inside the command center deep within the city walls, a heavy atmosphere filled the room. Marshal Constantine stared intently at the encrypted communication that had just been transmitted from the Imperial Council. Finally, a look of relief appeared on his wrinkled face, and he let out a long sigh.

"The Empire... has finally reached a final peace agreement with Kazimir," Constantine said in a hoarse voice. "Once Kazimir's delegation returns to the Kazakh front, they will withdraw their troops as agreed. At that time, the Fifth and Seventh Armies, which have been tied down, will be freed up..."

Then, Constantine walked to the huge strategic map, traced his finger across the eastern region, and continued:

"It seems that if we hold out for another month... no, perhaps if we hold out for another month, the cavalry of the Fifth and Seventh Armies can rush to the aid of the Eastern Region! In fact, in order to protect the important southern town of Yakunitz, the integrated bandit army may be forced to retreat ahead of schedule!"

Constantine turned around, his eyes flashing with a complex light, a mixture of relief and deep bitterness:

"To be honest, before this, I wasn't entirely confident that I could hold on. But this Originium catastrophe came at just the right time. Heaven didn't forsake Ursus... I... almost became the eternal sinner who buried the Eastern Region of the Empire!" His voice lowered.

"Marshal, as long as we can reclaim the Eastern Region, everything... everything will be alright." The staff officer beside him tried to comfort him, but his voice unconsciously trembled.

Constantine slowly shook his head, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, his tone filled with a resigned desolation:

“The grave mistake has been made, and His Majesty will never forgive me. The only remaining value I have is to use my last bit of strength to prevent the empire from being completely divided in our generation.”

Constantine paced to the window, gazing intently out of the city, and then continued:

"These past few months have been a rollercoaster ride, teetering on the edge of despair... Only in hindsight have I realized how short-sighted I was... I was so caught up in the power struggles that I pushed the entire nation to the brink of collapse..."

"Alas... When the nest is overturned, how can the eggs remain intact? The Reunion Movement may be the empire's doom, and also the common retribution for all of us high-ranking officials who have committed heinous crimes..."

Constantine's voice carried a poignant, almost fatalistic quality:

"Even if... even if we manage to repel the unification this time, as long as those powerful figures in the council remain as greedy and short-sighted as I was in the past, then the next outbreak, even larger and more unstoppable... will inevitably follow. It's only a matter of time."

Constantine wearily closed his eyes, letting out a long, heavy sigh that struck the staff officer's heart like a hammer blow: "Alas... whatever the outcome, this old man... is destined not to see that day..."

Chapter 466 Natural Disaster Strikes

Constantine stood by the window, his gaze piercing through the glass to fall on the surging crowds in the city, and let out a long sigh.

"Are all the citizens rushing to the shelters?" Constantine asked in a deep voice, a hint of seriousness barely perceptible in his tone.

"Yes, Marshal," the chief of staff replied immediately. "The city government issued a natural disaster warning this morning, and as soon as the shelter doors opened, they rushed over."

Then, the chief of staff paused and added, "Although this Originium catastrophe won't directly hit the city, they're still worried about being affected and would rather go to the shelter to observe for a few days first."

Constantine nodded slightly and gave the order in a deep voice:

"That's good. It's easier to manage those citizens if they're concentrated in the shelter. Immediately send more soldiers to strengthen the guard and make sure to maintain order in the shelter. We absolutely cannot allow those citizens to mutini at this time and interfere with our army's decisive battle against the Integration Movement."

"Yes, sir!" the chief of staff replied firmly, standing tall.

After the order was given, it took the entire city's residents a full day to evacuate into the massive shelter built into the mountainside.

At this moment, the sky outside the city was swallowed up by boundless, dark red clouds. The heavy clouds hung low, as if they were about to crush the earth, exuding a suffocating aura of heaven.

“Hoo… Originium Catastrophe…” A soldier on the city wall looked at the terrifying scene that was so close at hand, his voice trembling slightly, “Looking at it so close… it’s really scary.”

“Who says otherwise?” Soldier B chimed in, his tone equally tense. “It feels like it could come crashing down at any moment… Luckily, the forecast said it would only land on the plains ahead. Look… the Reunion Army is nowhere to be seen yet. They probably know the natural disaster is coming and don’t dare to advance.”

“(Ursus curse)...Of all the times it’s our turn to be on duty...what bad luck!” Soldier C cursed under his breath, subconsciously raising his shield higher, clearly intending to use it to block any Originium fragments that might fly.

"Hey, look..." Soldier A squinted, his tone questioning, "Why do I feel like... that disaster cloud is drifting this way?"

The soldiers on the city walls were now completely focused on the increasingly thick and churning natural disaster cloud. Although it was daytime, the surrounding environment was already incredibly dark under the thick cloud, as if night had fallen prematurely.

In the sudden darkness, a swift, ghostly figure silently sped toward the land-based warship anchored on the left side of the city.

The surrounding guards were completely unaware, allowing the dark figure to slip silently into the lower deck of the warship as if blending into the shadows.

The dark figure paused briefly at the bottom of the ship, and then six sharp claws gleaming with cold light suddenly shot out from its back, easily tearing through the sturdy hull as if slicing through tofu, creating a narrow gap.

The dark figure then shrank and disappeared inside.

Using its sharp claws, the shadowy figure deftly climbed and dug along the metal walls, quickly moving into an empty corridor. A pale green light shone down, illuminating its form—it was mon3tr, dressed in a uniform similar to Kal'tsit's.

"Father, I have successfully entered the warship."

mon3tr immediately established a mental connection with Wang Chong through the black mist on his body.

After more than a month of growth, mon3tr's thinking and behavior patterns are now indistinguishable from an adult's, and her eyes have become lively and sharp. Therefore, Wang Chong sent her to carry out the crucial mission of infiltrating another warship and carrying out a decapitation strike.

"Very good." Wang Chong's calm voice rang in her mind. "I will transmit the warship's structural diagram to you. Immediately find markers to determine your location. If you encounter enemies along the way, take cover first. Only deal with them if you cannot avoid them. Make sure to dispose of the corpses properly."

“Understood,” mon3tr replied briefly. Before she finished speaking, the six sharp claws on her back exerted force simultaneously, piercing deep into the walls, floors, and ceilings. Like a real giant spider, she darted through the steel tunnel at high speed, her figure leaving a blurry afterimage in the light.

After communicating with mon3tr, Wang Chong immediately turned his mental focus to another location: "Ascalon, the infiltrators on the other warship are in position. As planned, you will immediately proceed to the designated engine room to await orders."

"Received." Ascalon's brief and clear response echoed in his mind.

Wang Chong ended the mental link and cast his gaze into the depths of the valley. There, an enormous magical array emitted an ominous crimson light, countless Originium energies converging like rivers flowing into the sea towards Patriot at the array's center, condensing into a dense, blood-red glow on his imposing body. (The last two lines appear to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text.)

"A life-sacrificing magic circle... it makes me uneasy no matter how many times I see it." Wang Chong thought to himself, "Fortunately, there are many magic masters here, and with the help of the two demon kings, Amiya and I, we were able to offset the terrible price."

Then Wang Chong turned his head to look at Amiya beside him, who was frowning and concentrating on fine-tuning her spell: "How is it, Amiya? Can you hold on?"

"Hoo..." Amiya exhaled a breath of stale air and forced a smile. "It's...not bad. Thanks to the essence of spell weaving I learned from Princess Theresa, my learning and practice over this period have greatly improved my control and strength of Originium Arts."

"Keep going, and this will greatly improve your control over the Demon King's power. After this battle, you will be qualified to challenge for the new Demon King's legacy."

Wang Chong encouraged Amiya, his eyes filled with expectation, and continued:

"Speaking of which, although I haven't had you fight much lately, your current strength has probably surpassed everyone on Rhodes Island. Once the Cataclysm ends, we will face an even more severe battle, and that will be the first time you truly demonstrate your strength. Tell me, can you hold on?"

Amiya's eyes were firm, and she nodded seriously: "No problem!"

Just then, footsteps sounded behind him. Wang Chong turned around and saw Frostnova and Talulah walking side by side.

"Have all the selected elite warriors assembled?" Wang Chong asked.

“Yes.” Talulah nodded. “Some of Rhodes Island’s operators, Sarkaz warriors, and our veterans are all elites who can take on a hundred men each.”

Frostnova then reported, "I have also selected members of the Yeti squad who are equipped with Frost Armor, so that they can create a favorable Frost environment for the team during battle."

"Very good, then, let's wait for the start." Wang Chong smiled with satisfaction and turned his gaze back to the center of the magic circle.