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

"The villain template?" Wang Chong shook his head, his tone serious. "I still plan to wait until I return to the Type-Moon world to use it. After all, this thing is really crucial. Whether you call it metaphysics or just to comfort myself, I think it's necessary to return to the Type-Moon world before using it."

He changed the subject, his tone somewhat reassuring: "However, seeing how enthusiastically you're recommending this all-dimensional character lottery... well, I'll use it, just not now. After all, right now..."

Wang Chong gestured with his eyes to the sleeping Vishdel and Theresa beside him, and continued, "...The timing isn't very convenient."

"OK~ Host understands, understands!" The system immediately understood, gave a big OK sign, and disappeared from Wang Chong's sight with a "I understand" smile.

"Ugh... my whole body aches... where am I?"

Shortly after the system disappeared, a soft, sleepy moan rang out. The first to awaken was not Theresa, but Vishdel, who had fallen into a deep sleep earlier.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her hazy eyes.

Good morning, little Vish.

A familiar voice rang in her ears, and Vishdale instantly woke up completely—because she found herself still fast asleep on top of Wang Chong.

"I...I'm sorry! Master...oh no...Head of State!" Vishdel hurriedly propped himself up like a startled deer, his cheeks instantly turning red, and his address became confused.

She had completely accepted Wang Chong as her master, but because Wang Chong had specifically instructed Theresa to be careful about how she addressed him when she was present, she seemed at a loss for what to do.

"Alright..." Wang Chong chuckled softly. Urgent! A major plot twist! He took the opportunity to pull the slightly flustered Vishdale back into his arms, his fingertips soothingly stroking her hair. "Even if Theresa is here from now on, it's okay if you call me 'Master.' She's already seen through our little secret."

"Is...is that so?" Vishdel's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed a bit. "As expected...I couldn't hide it from His Highness." (The rest of the text appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated gibberish.)

A complex sense of relief welled up in Vishdale's heart, but at the same time, it was as if something had been lost, leaving a feeling of emptiness.

"Don't overthink it..." Wang Chong keenly noticed the disappointment in her eyes and gently comforted her, "Theresia won't look down on you in the slightest because of this. You know her personality better than anyone; her concern for you is genuine."

"...Yes, you're right. Thank you for your comfort, Master."

Vishdale's voice softened, taking on a hint of dependence.

She took the initiative to get up from Wang Chong's embrace, her movements gentle and graceful, slowly moving down until she stopped at a certain key position.

Then Vishdel raised her head, her cheeks still flushed with shyness, but her eyes held a firmness and a hint of ingratiation, and asked softly, "Master... would you like Vishdel to serve you in the morning?"

"Tsk tsk..." Wang Chong smiled in surprise, reaching out to gently stroke her smooth cheek. "You've become much more obedient and docile. This change is so fast that I'm not used to it."

"Because I've completely figured it out..."

Vishdel held Wang Chong's hands in his, reverently kissed his fingertips, and even gently licked them with the tip of his small tongue, before continuing:

“My master helped me fulfill my lifelong wish, allowing me to meet His Highness, and His Highness bestowed upon me a new name and identity... This kindness is like a rebirth for me.”

She raised her watery eyes and looked directly at Wang Chong: "Now, I have no other desires. I am filled with gratitude for my master. Vishdel swears that I will serve my master with all my might for the rest of my life."

"Hehehe..." Wang Chong's laughter carried a hint of amusement as he half-jokingly suggested, "To be honest, I actually quite liked your previous unruly demeanor. How about... you go and revert to your old self?"

“How annoying, Master…” Vishdel chuckled, a sly glint in his eyes. “No wonder Ines always puts on that cold face and pretends to resist when she’s with you. So it’s because you…prefer that kind of thing, Master?”

Vishdale winked playfully, then a deeper understanding dawned on him:

"Of course, perhaps you, Master, don't want my personality change to be too abrupt, lest it arouse suspicion? You want me to revert to my 'true nature' now so I can practice properly, right?"

"Smart, you get it right away." Wang Chong nodded approvingly, his smile deepening. "How about it? This is a rare opportunity for you to 'insult' your superiors."

"Vishdel couldn't bear to utter a single word of curse against his master right now... but since it's his master's order, Vishdel will respectfully obey."

As Vishdale spoke softly, her slender hand had already grasped that burning spot. The gentle smile on her face quickly vanished, replaced by the disdainful and arrogant expression she used to have when facing Wang Chong.

She deliberately pursed her lips, mimicking her past tone, and said coldly:

"Hmph, you've come to me for this kind of thing again? You stinking bastard (Sarkaz swear word), you only deserve to be served by my foul mouth!"

After saying that, she opened her mouth without any politeness and began to swallow and spit out large mouthfuls with a slightly rough movement, her eyes still showing that disdain, as if she were completing an extremely unwilling task.

"Hmm, that's it! This feeling is still the best." Wang Chong sighed with satisfaction, then mischievously reminded him, "But you'd better finish this wonderful 'natural performance' before your prince wakes up, okay?"

Upon hearing this, a hint of shame and anger flashed in Vishdel's eyes, but his movements immediately became even more vigorous, as if he wanted to turn that shame and anger into motivation.

……

After Vishdel dutifully completed his morning bite, the two's somewhat vigorous movements eventually woke the sleeping Theresa. Thus, this morning exercise naturally evolved into a three-way activity.

After Wang Chong had thoroughly irrigated the two beauties, he got up with satisfaction, tidied his clothes, left the bedroom still filled with a romantic atmosphere, and headed towards his office area.

Chapter 486 Jibril

City Hall

After arriving at the building and greeting Talulah, Frostnova, and the others, Wang Chong headed towards his office area, beginning his busy day.

Today, although the last city in the Eastern Region has been brought under control, the complex post-war cleanup work is still piling up.

In particular, cleaning up the areas ravaged by terrible natural disasters and dealing with the scattered Originium crystals is of paramount importance.

These high-purity Originium crystals left over from natural disasters are valuable resources in themselves and can be refined as Originium ore to be transformed into important energy reserves.

In a sense, this devastating natural disaster, as long as it does not cause large-scale pollution or casualties, is actually a huge energy supply package that fell from the sky for Wang Chong's forces.

"This is indeed an excellent opportunity..."

Wang Chong sat in his large office chair, his gaze fixed on the "Project Plan for the Treatment and Resource Utilization of Originium Pollution Areas" on the desk. He tapped his fingers lightly on the surface as he pondered.

"This is a perfect opportunity to promote the latest Oripathy inhibitor developed by the Integration Movement on a large scale. With Precy and the doctor in charge, the threat of Oripathy can basically be declared over."

Time slipped away quietly as he worked at his desk. After finishing the pile of documents on his desk, Wang Chong immediately went to find Talulah, Frostnova, Amiya, and others to explain in detail his idea of ​​using Originium to promote the new inhibitor.

The proposal was unanimously approved, and a large-scale campaign to promote and offer free trials of inhibitors, aimed at benefiting both infected and uninfected individuals throughout the city, quickly entered the preparation stage.

With all the affairs finally settled, Wang Chong was able to relax and lean back in his chair, enjoying a moment of leisure.

His gaze unconsciously fell on the [All-Dimensional Character Lottery Card Pool] icon on the system interface, which shone with a mysterious luster.

A slight thought stirred within him, and an irresistible urge surged forth—now might be the perfect time to draw a card.

Without further hesitation, Wang Chong pressed the virtual card-drawing button with a slight thought.

"Ding—Cross-dimensional extraction in progress, please wait..."

A progress bar appeared before Wang Chong's eyes, moving slowly but steadily forward. He held his breath, his gaze fixed on the gradually filling bar.

Finally, the moment the progress bar reached 100%—

hum!

A burst of dazzling golden light suddenly erupted, instantly illuminating the entire virtual interface!

"Congratulations, host! You have drawn the SR-level character Jibril! Character data is loading, please wait~" The system's cheerful notification sounded.

“Jibril?” Wang Chong was genuinely taken aback when he saw the name, a clear look of surprise flashing in his eyes. “This is… completely unexpected.”

Wang Chong muttered to himself, examining the results with keen interest:

"I thought I'd pull some character from a mobile anime, but I didn't expect it to be her... It seems the world covered by this 'all-dimensional' gacha pool is far more expansive and... all-encompassing than I imagined."

After all, in his memory, he seemed to have never come into contact with any world materials or missions related to "No Game No Life".

The "All-Dimensional" name of this card pool is now truly revealing its amazing potential.

Just as Wang Chong was secretly marveling at the vastness of the card pool, the space in front of him suddenly underwent a very obvious change.

The once stable air seemed to have been rippled across a lake with a pebble thrown in, instantly creating visible ripples that twisted and folded the light in a strange way.

An invisible spatial fluctuation spread out, accompanied by a faint hum, stirring up a corner of the scattered documents on the table.

Wang Chong subconsciously squinted, his gaze piercing through the curtain of light and shadow.

At the center of the distortion, a hazy, dreamlike figure was rapidly solidifying and taking shape from nothingness, like a pearl emerging from the deep sea, its outline gradually becoming clearer.

As the figure became more and more solid, finally, as the spatial ripples subsided, a complete and stable figure appeared in the center of his office.

“Jibril, from another dimension…” A clear, melodious voice, yet tinged with a hint of languor and playfulness, rang out, seemingly carrying a peculiar echo, “Following in my master’s footsteps, until eternity.”

The owner of the voice bowed slightly, the movement fluid and elegant, with an almost artistic sense of coordination.

She was none other than Jibril, the winged being who had just been summoned.

Wang Chong's gaze involuntarily drifted to the figure before him. What came into view was a woman with an extremely unique appearance and exotic charm.

Jibril's proportions are perfect; she is tall and well-proportioned, with her shapely curves subtly revealed beneath her unusual attire.

What's most striking is her long, flowing hair that cascades down like a waterfall. It's not a single color, but rather a dreamy gradient, transitioning from pink roots to light green ends.

Her long, flowing hair continued to flutter even in the still indoor environment, and whenever a strand swayed, it reflected light like a prism, making it look like a rainbow.

Above her head floated an exquisitely crafted geometric halo, radiating a soft, holy light, slowly rotating to signify her superhuman, extraordinary identity.

Jibril's face was so exquisitely beautiful that it seemed otherworldly, and her skin was as smooth and flawless as the finest white jade.

A pair of intense amber eyes, like molten gold, gleamed with a restless light and a hint of barely perceptible cunning. Her long eyelashes, like butterfly wings, fluttered gently with each blink.

Looking down next, you see her bold and unusual attire.

Her upper body was covered by a seemingly casual white bra that cleverly outlined her full and proud breasts, with the side peaks and cleavage faintly visible at the edge of the fabric, arousing the imagination.

Her slender waist was exposed, connecting to her round and perky buttocks, the lines smooth and full of power.

She wore only a yellow dance skirt on her lower body, which exposed her crotch area, and as she walked, a beautifully shaped, fair, and slender leg was fully revealed. This bold design exposed her perfect leg shape without reservation.

Her right leg was clad in a pinkish-purple over-the-knee high-heeled leather boot, while her left leg featured an orange and white striped sock paired with the unusual boot. This asymmetrical design added a touch of whimsical allure.

However, her most striking inhuman feature was undoubtedly the pair of enormous wings on her waist and hips.

It was a pair of exceptionally large wings covered with neat, white feathers, but at this moment, the wings were not fully spread out, but rather slightly folded behind them.

Like the most magnificent cloak, it emitted a faint, indescribable energy glow, adding a strange charm that combined holiness and danger to her already alluring figure.

Now, Jibril stood there, a half-smile playing on her lips, her amber eyes scrutinizing Wang Chong with interest, her gaze filled with inquiry and contemplation, never leaving his face.

“System, judging from her words, could it be that she is also very aware of her crossing worlds?” Wang Chong asked.

"Yes, host. To save you time, each character that is extracted will be infused with common sense beforehand. These characters not only have a clear understanding of your current situation, but also have a clear understanding of their own identity and the world they live in."

The system slowly said:

"However, host, you don't need to worry about anything. Their loyalty to you is absolutely guaranteed. Knowing these things will not change the core of their loyalty to you."

"Like Jibril in front of us, although she may do some strange things to you, it's all based on her own personality."

"Is that so? No wonder she looked at me so strangely, like she was eager to try."

Wang Chong nodded, having gained a general understanding of this type of character draw.

Jibril, if judged solely on combat strength, is quite formidable. She has a proven track record of taking a hydrogen bomb by the face without sustaining a scratch. [The remaining text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the preceding sentence.]

The only problem was her excessive thirst for knowledge. The unknown often held a great allure for Jibril.

It's safe to say that everything in a new world like Terra would fascinate Jibril.

The fact that the other party is staring at you like that probably means they are incredibly curious about their owner.

If she weren't bound by loyalty, Jibril would probably have pounced on her already.

“Jibril, is it? Tell me what you know about this world and about me now.”

Wang Chong asked aloud.

"Yes... Master."

Jibril bowed again and then told Wang Chong everything she knew.

After listening, Wang Chong roughly understood that Jibril was able to fully adapt to the world of Terra, and that Jibril already knew all the common knowledge that this world should have.

Chapter 487 Jibril is so cute!

When Wang Chong asked Jibril about the truth of Terra Originium, she not only answered fluently but also demonstrated a thorough understanding of Wang Chong's recent plans.

She even volunteered, clearly stating that she was capable of handling one of the key projects.

After listening to Jibril's well-organized report, Wang Chong fell into deep thought.

His fingertips tapped unconsciously on the armrest of his chair, his gaze sweeping over Jibril as he assessed the value of her unique racial talents and warlike nature.

A moment later, a glint flashed in Wang Chong's eyes, and he finally found the most suitable position for this Skywing race.

“Jibril…” Wang Chong leaned forward slightly, crossed his hands in front of him, and said with a hint of amusement, “You should know that in this world of Terra, there also exists a race that is somewhat similar to your race in appearance. They also possess halos and some form of light wings.”

"Heh heh heh..." Jibril let out a string of contemptuous laughs, "Those weak lives? How could they possibly be worthy of being compared to my noble 'Winged Race'..."

"However, Master specifically mentioned this because he wants Jibril to conquer them, right?"

As soon as she finished speaking, an arrogant and undisguised killing intent instantly appeared on Jibril's exquisite face.

As a weapon of slaughter created in the past, her innate desire for battle was easily ignited.

“Not bad.” Wang Chong nodded approvingly, then his tone turned serious. “However, I hope the commotion won’t be too big. I want you to take my power and infiltrate them, using the most covert methods, like water dripping on a stone, to continuously brainwash those Lateran people called ‘Sarkotas’.”