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

"I don't understand, Theresa. What exactly do you want me to do? You need to explain it clearly."

Wang Chong pretended not to know and said...

"I...I want...I want my darling (Sarkaz profanity) to die, darling...hurry up, I can't wait!"

Staying at the cave entrance left Theresa feeling empty, and the entire cave felt unbearably uncomfortable, like ants crawling all over it. She wished Wang Chong would confront her right now and stuff his magic storage bag inside.

"Tsk tsk, Theresa, look at you, where is there even a trace of your demon king demeanor?" Wang Chong sneered.

“Theresia is no longer the Demon King…Theresia is now… just my dear wife…I only want your love…” Theresia loosened her grip on W’s hand, and even though she was blindfolded, she still stretched her arms towards Wang Chong, her eyes filled with seductive allure:

"Darling...fill me with your (Sarkaz profanity)~"

"Plop—"

"what--!"

A long, satisfied moan rang out as Wang Chong pressed heavily onto Theresa, unleashing an even more ferocious thrust that nearly crushed her. Theresa, in turn, clung to Wang Chong's upper body like an octopus, using both her arms and legs.

The two embraced passionately, their movements relentless, striving for an even more frenzied climax. Theresa's words ignited Wang Chong's possessiveness; he wanted to completely conquer and mark this beauty.

"Ugh—!!" With a muffled groan, the two finally came to a stop. W could no longer hold on and collapsed. The final impact of the three falling simultaneously pushed Theresa's pleasure to a whole new peak.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Abundant magic flowed in continuously. Theresa felt completely filled, both physically and mentally, with no regrets whatsoever.

Chapter 480 A Brief Rest and Reunion

The only sounds in the room were the panting of the three people.

Theresa and Wang Chong were fine; they had already reached the peak of their enthusiasm and all they needed now was a short rest.

However, it's hard to say about W, who was pinned down by the two men. She not only bore the physical pressure from them, but also the mental pressure they exerted on her.

"It's over... I couldn't hold on in the end and fell down."

A hint of panic flashed in W's eyes. Although she couldn't hold on and fell down when they were almost at their peak, who knew if Wang Chong would consider her timing of the fall a spoilsport?

"I not only failed my master's orders, but I even failed to protect His Highness..."

Moreover, W threw Theresa off the plane, which was already a psychological blow to her.

Clearly, W was unaware of the immense pleasure her actions had given Theresa and Wang Chong; otherwise, she wouldn't have been so panicked.

After a brief respite, Theresa finally regained her strength and rationality. Only then did she recall all the absurd things she had done and the ridiculous things she had said, and her face flushed with embarrassment.

"How embarrassing... I was so shameless to say such perverted things..." Theresa couldn't help but cover her face with her hands, thinking to herself.

"You're only feeling shy now? Don't you think it's too late?" Just then, a teasing voice reached Theresa's ears.

The person who spoke was naturally Wang Chong. He took Theresa's hands away from her face with one hand, then casually dispelled the black mist on Theresa's face and said, "You can open your eyes now."

"These things are still too stimulating for me." Theresa opened her eyes and looked at Wang Chong, who was holding her in his arms, and said.

"Take your time. Everyone has a first time. At least you did very well this time, didn't you?" Wang Chong said with a smile.

"Hmm... Ah! That's right!"

Theresa nodded first, then suddenly seemed to remember something and immediately said, "Darling, get up quickly, there's still someone on top of me."

"Don't worry, she's very strong. She only weighs as much as two people, so she won't break easily." Even though he said that, Wang Chong still let go of her and rolled off from the top, then sat up on the bed.

"Sorry, my mind went completely blank just now, and I ended up forgetting about you. You... um?"

Theresa quickly got off W and apologized to him. But she soon noticed that the white-haired girl in front of her didn't seem to be one of the familiar faces she had imagined.

"You just said she's someone I know?" Theresa's words were tactful and soft. Clearly, Theresa wasn't very familiar with W's back view and didn't recognize her immediately. (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

W, who was pinned at the bottom, finally managed to get out of bed and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Theresa's words stung her heart.

"Yes... How could His Highness possibly remember me? After all, so many people followed His Highness back then... In the end, it was all just my wishful thinking."

W actually had a premonition in her heart that things like reunion and heartwarming moments... even though she and Theresa hadn't had much contact and weren't even friends.

Many times, I would secretly take photos by myself with my camera. Even on that one group photo, I didn't dare to go up and just watched enviously from a distance.

"Well, after all, she was one of your supporters back then. You wouldn't forget everyone who supported you, would you, Theresa?"

Wang Chong said slowly, "So, in a way, she's someone you know. Turn around, don't turn your back and cry secretly."

"I...I didn't cry. Oh...right..."

When W's true feelings were exposed, she became agitated and turned around to retort. However, the moment she saw Wang Chong, she recalled the terror from before, and she couldn't help but lower her head, wanting to apologize.

"Stop. This is one of the few times you can be a little willful in front of me. Cherish it. This is a reward for your perseverance." However, Wang Chong's words rang directly in W's mind, interrupting W's prepared apology.

"Huh? Be a little willful?" W didn't expect that Wang Chong wouldn't blame her, but instead tolerated her current emotional outburst, which made W feel flattered.

"Ah...it's you! It's been so long, w."

Just then, a gentle voice, the most familiar one in her memory, pulled W back to reality from her thoughts. W stared blankly at Theresa and said, "Your Highness...you...you know me...?"

As Theresa spoke, she crawled toward W and wiped away the tears from the corners of W's eyes with her fingers.

"—!?"

W seemed startled, instinctively shrinking back and saying, "Your...Your Highness, don't you find it offensive?"

"Why would I be disgusted?" Theresa shook her head and said softly, "On the contrary, seeing such an indecent side of me makes me a little afraid that you might be disgusted with me now."

"No...no, how could I?" W felt ashamed as she said those words. After all, not long ago, when she was heartbroken in that room, she had been deceiving herself and refusing to admit that the other person was the real Theresa.

"Hmm... but it's normal to have that worry if it's you. You haven't changed at all, w."

As if recalling a past, Theresa, with a serene smile, said:

"I still remember when we were still at the Tower of Babel, you stood hesitantly in a corner, camera in hand, too afraid to go forward..."

W was stunned and said, "...You, you saw it?!"

Theresa nodded and continued, "Of course, I was actually waiting for you to come up to me and take a picture with me. But you didn't dare to come over."

W swallowed hard, his voice trembling slightly, and said, "Your Highness, you... not only saw it all, but you remember it?! Including—"

"Taking photos secretly? Not only that, I never imagined that the reckless mercenary from back then would grow into what he is today."

Theresa smiled and said, "Now, as the leader of the Sarkaz Legion, you single-handedly caused those two massive explosions that shook the entire land... You've actually accomplished far more than you can imagine, w."

After saying this, Theresa glanced at their completely exposed bodies and sighed softly, "Now you should realize that I am not so holy, and you are not insignificant."

"Haha...hahaha! Whether you're comforting me or lying to me, I'm taking it all seriously!"

W chuckled softly, wiped away the tears in her eyes, and said, "Your Highness, you have always been...so gentle. When I first saw you, I was really scared—scared that I was having a nightmare. But now, I don't care so much anymore."

"Seeing Your Highness's happy smile and hearing that Your Highness still thinks of me is enough for me."

Hearing W's words, Theresa seemed to understand something. She said softly, "My embarrassing behavior probably made you a little flustered. I'm sorry, this may be the most willful choice I've ever made."

“Your Highness…it’s alright, you don’t need to apologize. I will always support all your decisions,” W said earnestly.

Chapter 481 Naming: Vishdel

While Theresa and W reminisced, Wang Chong was not idle. He quietly circulated his black mist power, keenly sensing the emotional fluctuations of the two women.

When he sensed the conversation subtly shifting towards him, he chuckled lightly and interjected:

"Theresa chose me. Although the process was complicated, in the end, she willingly bet her future on me."

Wang Chong turned his gaze to W, his tone resolute: "W, so are you. Now that you've made your choice, I will make you understand that you will never regret today's decision."

Upon hearing this, W lowered his head slightly and said in a respectful and slightly lower voice, "It is... entirely thanks to the help and guidance of His Majesty the Head of State that W has the opportunity he has today."

W was about to blurt out the title of "master" to Wang Chong, but was stopped in time by Wang Chong's own thoughts.

This secretly relieved W. If he had admitted to Theresa that he had become her Star Fury, His Highness would probably have looked down on him.

"What...what exactly is your relationship?" Theresa, being so intelligent, had already noticed something amiss and couldn't help but ask.

“Uh, this…” W was speechless for a moment.

“I made a deal with her. I admired her beauty and fiery temper, while she craved power and wanted me to ‘resurrect’ you.”

Wang Chong calmly responded, describing the relationship in a light and understated manner. He paused, a smile playing on his lips, and continued:

"Over time, this kind of interaction became a habit. That's how things are between us now, we each get what we need, and she doesn't mind these things."

“So…” Wang Chong looked at Theresa and said in a relaxed tone, “Half the credit for the new body you have now goes to your follower.”

Wang Chong deliberately defined their relationship as an equal transaction, not a master-servant one. These words, which both soothed Theresa's doubts and upheld W's dignity, quietly stirred a ripple of gratitude in W's heart.

“I see…” Theresa’s eyes flickered slightly. She didn’t ask any more questions, but instead looked at W and sincerely thanked her, “Thank you, W. You have done so much, I don’t know how to repay you.”

"No...no need, it's what I should do. Besides...and I didn't lose anything by doing this with His Majesty. Not only was my Oripathy somewhat cured, but I also became stronger."

W shook his head and quickly said.

"You can't say that. You've done so much for me, I have to remember that kindness. Let me think, what else can I do for you now..."

Theresa fell into thought.

W hadn't expected Theresa to take this matter so seriously, and for a moment looked at Wang Chong as if asking him what to do next.

“There’s something about W that I’m quite concerned about,” Wang Chong said at this opportune moment.

"Hmm? What's bothering you, darling?" Theresa interrupted her thoughts and asked in confusion.

At the same time, W also became somewhat concerned, and she was also curious about what Wang Chong meant by being concerned.

“Hedley, Ines, and... oh, Ines isn’t a Sarkaz, so she doesn’t count... Anyway, I know quite a few Sarkaz who are part of my Reunion Movement.”

Wang Chong slowly recounted:

"Their mercenary teams all have a systematic set of operational code names to facilitate communication during various operations."

"At the same time, these codenames also symbolize a kind of inheritance. You have to know that in the chaotic Kazdel, death was happening every day, and the turnover of mercenaries was the norm."

"Therefore, when a newcomer takes over the weapon of the deceased, he also inherits the code name and identity—this is the survival rule and unspoken rule of the Sarkaz mercenaries."

Then Wang Chong looked at W and continued, "And W—that's the code name she inherited after inheriting the original owner's equipment. I've heard Hedley mention W's past; that's how she joined their team."

"Tch...that talkative guy." Clearly, W was still a little annoyed by the topic, and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

Wang Chong ignored W's reaction and continued speaking to Theresa: "But as I just said, W is just a code name. People like Hedley have both code names and real names."

He changed the subject, his gaze returning to W, and continued:

"But... she doesn't seem to have a real name yet, does she?"

"Huh?" W was completely taken aback when Wang Chong brought this up, and his body trembled slightly.

Theresa's pupils contracted slightly, and she couldn't help but ask, "So, darling... you mean...?"

"How about this, Theresa, didn't you want to do something for W? How about giving her a name? As the former Demon King and someone she follows, I'm sure she'll be very happy with the name you choose for her."

Wang Chong suggested with a smile.

"...Name...?"

W's heart skipped a beat. She had never imagined that Wang Chong could see through what she most desired deep in her heart.

Even more surprisingly, the name was given to Theresa, which was exactly what W had been dreaming of.

"As for the name... I've actually already thought of one." Just then, Theresa gazed at W and said softly.

"Huh? So fast?" W was quite surprised.

"No, have you forgotten, W? I promised you before that I owe you a name. Actually, I had already come up with a name back then. Now, thanks to your reminder, I've remembered it."

Theresa shook her head and said bluntly:

“'w' belongs to the Sarkaz who have passed away, a cycle that should have ended... Just like I once said, you deserve a better name, a name more suitable for a Sarkaz woman like you.”

"Back then, I originally intended to wait until Kazdel's fate was settled before giving it to you... but now it seems it's not too late."

"Wait... Your Highness, let me catch my breath... I should find some paper and write this down..." (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated.)

Upon hearing Theresa's words, W instinctively and frantically searched her body, only to realize that her robes had been left in the room earlier.

"Forget it! I don't care anymore! I'm ready!"

So W finally sat up straight and began to look forward to Theresa's bestowal of a name.

“Vishdel,” Theresa uttered the iconic name softly. Seeing W remain silent, she asked, “...Is it a little hard to remember?”

“No…how could that be? ‘Vish-Dell,’ right? I know ‘Dell’ (Sarkaz), it means home. Vish…Vish…”

w carefully recalled the meaning of those two words in Sarkaz.