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

"Now that you are dead, the 'prince' who was able to return to the human world through our transaction... has lost his value, hasn't he?"

This seemingly casual remark exploded like a thunderclap in W's dying heart.

"Huh...? What did you say...? What do you want to do!?" W suddenly looked up, her pupils contracting violently with extreme fear, a chilling coldness instantly freezing her blood.

w seemed to have already foreseen the even more terrifying abyss that was about to descend.

Wang Chong stopped kissing Theresa and spoke to her in a gentle and playful voice:

"Theresia, my little darling... how about we play... an even more exciting game?"

"Ugh... an exciting game?" Completely immersed in the vortex of desire, Theresa was oblivious to the impending danger, simply snuggling against him obediently, her voice sweet and hazy, "Okay... anything my darling wants to play... I'm willing..."

She even actively twisted her waist to meet the burning sensation still buried within her body.

"very good."

A cruel smile curved Wang Chong's lips as he deliberately raised his voice, ensuring every word reached W's ears clearly:

"In a moment... you might feel a little... suffocated. But don't worry, how could I bear to really hurt you? On the contrary... in this feeling of being on the verge of your limit, you will experience... an unprecedented, ultimate pleasure."

These words struck W like a death knell. Her face turned deathly pale. Although she had long since denied that the fallen woman before her was her princess, her deep-seated protective instincts still made her instinctively scream out:

"stop!"

"It's alright... mmm..." Theresa let out an alluring breath as Wang Chong caressed her, her face bearing a sacrificial, almost holy, submissive smile.

"Even if...even if my dear really wants to...take my life...I...willingly..." Her tone suggested that sacrificing her life to please Wang Chong was a natural and generous gift.

"What nonsense are you spouting! Your Highness! Your Highness!! Wake up! Reject him! Rebel against him! Your Highness!!"

W went completely mad! She pulled on the chains desperately, tearing the wounds on her wrists and ankles deeper, causing blood to gush out. The suffocating feeling around her neck made her vision go black.

I just wanted to rush over and stop it all!

However, her struggles appeared so pale and powerless in the face of absolute power.

Under W's horrified gaze, Wang Chong's hand, which had just been ravaging Theresa's chest, slowly rose, with a chilling calmness, and came to the back of Theresa's neck, gliding over her smooth nape, and then... tightened suddenly!

It gripped Theresa's slender, fragile neck like an iron hoop.

At first, Theresa only frowned slightly, seemingly a little uncomfortable. But as Wang Chong exerted force with his knuckles, the veins on her elegant neck began to bulge.

Her breathing was abruptly cut off, and a painful "hoarse" sound came from her throat. Her previously dazed eyes widened instantly, and her pupils contracted violently due to lack of oxygen!

The slender hands that had been wrapped around Wang Chong's waist and back now instinctively pulled at the iron wrist that Wang Chong was gripping her throat.

"Ugh... Ugh..." The pain of suffocation made her body tremble violently.

Just then, Wang Chong's icy voice, like a judgment, rang in her ears:

"Didn't you just say... that it wouldn't matter even if I took your life?"

Instead of loosening his grip, he tightened his fingers even more, his knuckles turning white from the force.

"Then why are you resisting now? Were all those sweet words you said before just to deceive me?"

"Stop!! Stop right now!! Your Highness!! Your Highness, grab his hands off me!! Don't listen to his nonsense!! He really wants to kill you!!"

W's cries were heart-wrenching, and her own neck was being strangled by the chains due to her frantic struggles. The suffocating pain she had just experienced made her acutely aware of the inhuman torture that Theresa was currently enduring.

The thought of suicide was instantly banished, leaving only a single, obsessive thought: Save His Highness! Let His Highness live!

"Hey! Say something! I know you're watching!!" W screamed towards Wang Chong, her voice distorted with despair, "You won! I was wrong! I was so mean!! I give up!! Please... please stop torturing His Highness!! Stop!! Please stop!!!"

"Stop? Why stop?"

Wang Chong's icy voice reverberated and echoed in the oppressive black mist space, each syllable striking precisely at W's shattered nerves:

"Since you're already determined to die and can't wait to reunite with your perfect Princess Theresa in the underworld, what's more, in your eyes, this woman who's fallen beneath me is nothing but a plaything. Why should you pretend to care about her life or death?"

He paused deliberately, as if enjoying the way W's expression twisted in pain at his words, the cold mockery like a tangible whip lashing at W's soul.

"It was you who gave her up! The one you admire and worship is nothing more than the idol 'Theresia,' whom you personally sculpted into a statue, carrying all your fantasies and hopes. She was never the real person with flesh and blood, capable of pain and despair, who is now struggling in my arms!"

"No...that's not it! Your Highness...it's not Your Highness...Your Highness...it's not Your Highness..."

W's roar caught in his throat, turning into chaotic and desperate babbling. "You, you, Mei, want to sing, I'm empty, you, Lin, are you, are you not here..."

Her vision swayed and split violently, as if the scene before her was being torn into two completely different images, frantically switching and overlapping:

On one side is Princess Theresa, who forever radiates holy light and has compassionate and gentle eyes in my memory; on the other side is a depraved body convulsing in pain on the bed due to suffocation and sinking into the abyss of desire.

Should I uphold that sacred image, or should I try to save this degenerate physical body?

Two completely contradictory thoughts tore and collided wildly in her chaotic mind, almost crushing her remaining consciousness into dust.

Wang Chong looked down at W's collapsing mental state from his high vantage point. There was no pity in his deep eyes, only a coldness that saw through everything and a cruel control over the whole situation.

He gave W no chance to breathe, like a demon delivering the final judgment, saying:

"W, before you die completely, let me teach you two last lessons!"

"First, the 'Theresia' you yearn for day and night and are willing to do anything to revive, she will never come back!"

"Because she herself is a mere illusion, an idol you've unilaterally imagined, a vessel for all your unrealistic expectations! She never existed in the 'perfect' way you fantasize about! Especially after her failed assassination attempt!"

Chapter 474 When asking for help, one should adopt the proper attitude.

Wang Chong's words were like a poisoned blade, precisely dissecting W's deepest obsession:

"You are simply drawn to the most radiant aspect of her many facets: her compassion, her tolerance, and her seemingly unattainable ideals and unwavering beliefs."

"But what are you ignoring about her? It's that she, too, experiences the troubles and heart-wrenching sorrows of ordinary people! It's that she, too, needs to rely on others, needs comfort, and needs to release the pent-up pressure and primal desires within her heart without reservation, just like she does right now!"

Wang Chong's voice suddenly rose, carrying a chilling, all-knowing cruelty: "You...you...Mei...I'm busy...Lin...I'm not here..."

"Longing is the emotion furthest from understanding. That's why you, who claim to be the most loyal follower, have never truly understood Theresa!"

"That's why, at every crucial moment that determined her fate, you never truly stood by her side, never truly protected her."

"It was you, it was you from beginning to end, who pushed her alone into the abyss! The tragedy of the Tower of Babel was like this, and the tragedy of today is just as tragic! You can only ever be a coward, watching helplessly as she dies in despair... time and time again!"

These words, like a final death knell, completely shattered W's faltering will, tearing out the deep-seated regret and self-blame that had been gnawing at her day and night, exposing them to the cruel reality.

“It was me… who abandoned Your Highness… it was me… who never understood Your Highness?” W repeated absentmindedly, each word carrying the excruciating pain of a soul being torn apart.

In this abyss of despair, she witnessed the scene that would utterly destroy her.

Wang Chong suddenly released his grip on Theresa's neck!

Theresa's body, which had just been flushed with desire, now lay limp and lifeless on the messy bed, like a puppet with its strings cut.

Her beautiful eyes, once brimming with dreamy emotions, were now wide open and empty, devoid of any light, and not even the slightest breath could be seen.

Theresa... is dead. Once again, her life was taken from her right before W's eyes.

"No...no...please don't..." The gentle and powerful figure in her memory instantly overlapped with the lifeless, cold body before her. Overwhelming regret, like a raging flood, instantly overwhelmed the last shred of reason she had left.

"What right do you have to shed such cheap tears here?"

A cold, disgusted voice exploded in W's mind. She looked up abruptly and was horrified to see another "self".

That was the image of the avenger who, after Theresa's first assassination, went mad and tortured the Sarkaz who participated in the assassination to death one by one.

The "she" covered in blood, her eyes filled with nothing but mad hatred, was approaching him step by step as he lay limp on the ground, the crossbow in her hand that had reaped countless lives coldly aimed at his brow!

"Answer me! Why didn't you protect her?! Why did you kill her with your own hands in the end?!" The Avenger roared, his voice filled with deep-seated resentment, his gaze like the sharpest ice spike, piercing fiercely at his body curled up on the ground.

"No...it wasn't me, I...uh!" W instinctively wanted to defend himself, to escape this interrogation from the depths of his soul.

However, the other "self" moved even faster! She suddenly bent down, and her blood-stained hands, like iron clamps, gripped W's throat tightly!

"If you hadn't stubbornly refused to accept reality!! If you hadn't foolishly provoked that demon!! How could His Highness have been strangled to death right before your eyes like this!!"

The phantom of the Avenger roared in W's ear, and the immense power made W feel suffocating pain once again.

"Back then...back then, wasn't your only wish to see her again? Shouldn't you have been grateful to fate just to hear her voice again?! Why were you so greedy?!"

"It's all because of your damned selfishness!!"

The Avenger continued to roar, starkly revealing W's most secret and unwillingly acknowledged thoughts:

"You just want to get revenge on the man who humiliated you! You just want to prove to that old woman Kal'tsit that you 'care' about His Highness more than anyone else!"

"More fundamentally, it's clearly you who's jealous! Jealous of that man! Because he can possess and manipulate the prince you wouldn't even dare touch, only worship from afar! He did everything you deep down desire but would never dare admit, much less do!!"

"Jealousy? Possessiveness...love?" Under the suffocation and immense mental shock, w repeated these words with difficulty and confusion, as if for the first time truly understanding their meaning.

"That's right! W, you've been deceiving yourself all along, even fooling yourself to the point of believing it! Don't you know best whether she's the real princess or not?!"

The Avengers' taunts lashed at W's already shattered soul like a whip: "And what about you? You keep saying things like 'tainted Theresa's original image'... Ha! W, ask yourself, do you deserve to say such high-sounding words? You don't even have the courage to face your own filthy desires!"

"It was me...it was me..." Under the double torment, her consciousness gradually blurred, but the overwhelming sense of regret that almost drowned her became clearer and heavier.

"His Highness barely escaped death... but because of you, you selfish fool... he died again! Why wasn't it you who died?! Why didn't you die in His Highness's place?!"

The Avenger's hands tightened, and W's vision blurred; the shadow of death was clearly palpable.

Yes, His Highness's return is already a tremendous blessing, so why should I ask for so much more? Why should I care so much?

Why can't we just be patient and wait, like that man said, until he's finished "enjoying" it, and then we can reunite with His Highness and embrace each other in tears?

What's wrong with that? Anyway, that man is as powerful as a demon god, any resistance is futile... Why... why do I have to do these meaningless, stupid things that will only bring destruction?

W's consciousness struggled on the verge of death, and the instinct for survival made her struggle slightly to open her eyes, which were blurred by tears.

But where was the phantom of the Avenger? The cold, gleaming floor, reflecting her disheveled image, pierced her vision. And those hands gripping her neck so tightly, almost snapping it... were none other than her own!

"Huh? Why did you stop? You almost strangled yourself. Now I don't have to do it myself."

Wang Chong's familiar, coldly mocking voice pierced W's eardrums once again, abruptly pulling her from her near-death illusion back to cruel reality.

When W heard Wang Chong's voice again, especially that cold tone that seemed to control everything, it was as if a lightning bolt cleaved through the chaos in his confused and desperate mind.

She "figured it out"—the only way that might change the current outcome!

She struggled to loosen her grip on her neck, ignoring the excruciating pain of being bound by chains. She suddenly brought her knees together and fell forward, her forehead slamming heavily onto the cold floor.

He knelt before Wang Chong in an extremely standard, humble, and subservient dogeza posture.

"Please...please..." W's voice was hoarse, tears mixed with blood and regret dripping onto the ground, "Please let Princess Theresa...come back to life."

"Come back to life? Right now? W, are you kidding me?" Wang Chong let out an undisguised sneer, as if he had heard the most absurd request in the world.

"It's my fault...it's all my fault...Master."

Upon hearing this, w pounded his forehead against the ground even more frantically, producing a dull "thump-thump" sound.

"It is because I am ungrateful and utterly foolish that I dared to anger my master... It is because I am stubborn and foolish that I have failed my master's kindness and good intentions."

At this moment, W completely abandoned all dignity and began to use the lowly self-designation that Wang Chong had forced upon her.

"I do not expect my master to forgive my lowly life... I only ask that I use my worthless life to exchange for Your Highness's life! It is all my fault, I have ruined my master's mood, I deserve to die!"

W's voice was choked with despair, yet she managed to squeeze out the most humble plea:

"But Your Highness... Your Highness is innocent... And... And Your Highness trusted you so much, obeyed you so much... She shouldn't die... She really shouldn't die..."

Despite having denied it in her heart, the desire to make amends and to bring Theresa back to life overwhelmed W's pride.

"So... I beg you, Master... I kneel and beg you... to resurrect His Highness... all the mistakes and sins are my fault alone! I beg you!"

He lay prostrate on the ground, his body trembling violently from extreme fear and pleas.

Upon hearing W's utterly broken and extremely humble plea, Wang Chong unusually did not respond immediately.

A silence spread, as if time had frozen, with only W's suppressed sobs and the pounding of his heart echoing in the deathly stillness.

This brief silence gave W a fleeting yet incredibly strong sense of hope!

She grasped at the last straw and added desperately:

"As long as... as long as Master is willing to have mercy... to resurrect His Highness! No matter... no matter how you wish to punish me!"

"No matter how you want to vent your anger on me! Torture me! I will do it willingly! Without a single complaint!! I only beg you... to save Your Highness!"

“Asking for help…” Wang Chong finally spoke again, his voice regaining its superior, all-encompassing calm and faint authority, “You must have the attitude of asking for help, w… Is this how I taught you before?”

"Appointment...?" W was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized as if struck by lightning, nodding frantically and banging his forehead heavily on the ground again, "Yes! Yes! Master's teachings are correct! This slave understands! Understands!"

At that time, she felt incredibly humiliated and angry at these contemptuous attitudes, and she fought back desperately.

However, at this moment, these memories have become the only "lifeline" she can grasp, perhaps offering Theresa a glimmer of hope for survival.

"His-"

The sound of tearing cloth suddenly rang out! Because her limbs were tightly bound by heavy chains, W could not take off her clothes normally. She could only use her remaining strength to frantically tear at the tattered clothes on her body.