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

"Then let go and get off me."

"Okay." Wang Chong released his grip and stood up from Atalanta. But who could have imagined that as soon as he left her, she darted away like an arrow, moving at incredible speed and disappearing in no time.

"You can cheat like this?" Mordred was taken aback by the scene, then asked Wang Chong, "Master, should I go and bring her back?"

"No, you've seen how fast this guy is, we can't catch him," Wang Chong shook his head and said.

"What should we do then? Should we just let her get away? Or should we use a Command Spell?" Mordred frowned.

“I can use a teleportation spell to make Master appear immediately at the edge of the castle. I can help Master win this bet.” At this moment, Semiramis spoke up.

“Using magic will be discovered by her, and she'll still be resentful. Alright, look how anxious you all are, making it seem like I'm really about to lose. No rush, let her run for a while first,” Wang Chong said with a smile.

……

Atalanta was running quickly, glancing back every now and then. When she saw no one, her face didn't show any joy or pride, but rather a hint of worry and disappointment.

However, Atalanta did not hesitate. She continued running towards her goal. The end of the city was almost within reach, and she would soon win the bet.

"Om-"

"!!!"

Suddenly, Atalanta stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide with disbelief. There, at the far end of the path, stood Wang Chong, yawning.

"Where...where did you come from?!" Atalanta exclaimed in surprise as she looked at Wang Chong, who had already reached the finish line.

"What do you mean, 'coming from nowhere'? I just ran, passed you, and reached the finish line. Didn't you see me?" Wang Chong said, yawning.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I clearly saw that the finish line was completely empty! And how could I not have noticed you passing me! What methods did you use!?" Atalanta questioned.

“I think you really couldn’t have noticed, just like when I took this pig’s head from your hand just now, you didn’t even notice.” Suddenly, Wang Chong had a black demonic pig’s head in his hand, which he kept tossing upwards.

Atalanta was startled and immediately looked at the pig's head scapula that had been placed on her right shoulder. Sure enough, her right shoulder was now completely bare.

"How could this be—!?" Atalanta turned around, about to continue questioning, but found that the other person had already disappeared at the finish line. Atalanta quickly looked to both sides, but could not find the other person's figure.

Suddenly, she felt a gripping sensation on her tail, a tingling feeling instantly creeping up her spine and down her back. Atalanta almost collapsed to the ground, but a voice rang out from behind her: "Atalanta... I'm too fast, so fast that your eyes can't keep up with my movements at all. That's the truth. When it comes to running, you can't outrun me either, even if you false start, you still can't outrun me."

"Now, are you willing to accept defeat?" Wang Chong stopped torturing Atalanta, released her tail, and said.

Chapter 145 Atalanta's Journey of the Heart

"At least Atalanta will obey now, right? I remember in the legends, Atalanta was quite a trustworthy person. I just don't know if the altered Atalanta will be as trustworthy as the original. Tsk... This damn system, it clearly said there wouldn't be any mistakes, but this Servant almost ran away! I'll settle this score with it later!" Wang Chong thought viciously.

I thought this time the summoned creature would be more stable, but the structure still went wrong. Luckily, I know the Tower Cat well enough, otherwise it would have been a disaster again.

"Hehe..." Just then, Atalanta turned her back to Wang Chong and let out a strange laugh, which made Wang Chong feel a little strange. What was she laughing at? Could it be that she was mocking him? Was this Atalanta, who had already gone berserk, not as trustworthy as she was in her normal state?

"It seems I still have to use the power of ruin. Anyway, with the World as my substitute, no one can escape from me now!" Wang Chong narrowed his eyes and began to plan to use his last resort. However, what happened next was completely beyond Wang Chong's expectations.

Atalanta didn't run away. Instead, she turned around, her expression no longer as cold as before. A blush appeared on her face, showing a hint of girlish shyness. Atalanta then hugged Wang Chong tightly, rubbing her face against his chest like a big cat, acting coquettishly.

"What's going on? Wow! How did her affection level drop to 80 points?" Wang Chong noticed Atalanta's strange behavior, especially the lustful look in her eyes as she gazed at him. He immediately realized something was wrong and quickly used his Eye of Desire to check. Sure enough, Atalanta's affection level had reached 80 points.

"No? Can someone explain this?" Wang Chong was stunned. He'd been trying to figure out how to tame this wild cat, and now it was already happening in one go? Shouldn't he have drawn a world that paused time, not the Red King that skipped time? What the hell was going on?

"What's this?" Wang Chong had no choice but to tentatively ask Atalanta.

“Of course, I’m a man of my word… From now on, Atalanta will obey my Master’s every command, and I will strive to be a good wife to my Master.” After saying this, Atalanta buried her head in her chest shyly and began to murmur softly, “Praise be to the goddess Artemis… Indeed, the guidance of the moon goddess was correct. Atalanta has found the husband she loves most.”

"??? How is this related to Artemis again?" Although Atalanta spoke very softly, it did not escape Wang Chong's ears.

"Hehe, host, this initial impression bonus is pretty good, isn't it?" At this moment, the system finally spoke up.

"System, could it be that you orchestrated that Artemis guidance?" At this moment, Wang Chong immediately realized what was going on and guessed some of the truth.

……

Just minutes earlier, Atalanta had sensed Wang Chong's heroic spirit summons from within the Throne of Heroes and was about to respond when, in that moment, the voice of her most revered goddess, Artemis, echoed in her mind: "Little Atalanta~ Are you going to the battlefield again?"

"Goddess!" Atalanta was startled when she heard the goddess's voice and immediately began to kneel in devout worship and pray.

"Little Atalanta, are you still blaming me for not being able to help you back then?" The goddess's voice continued to echo in my mind.

"No, how could I blame the Goddess? It was I who failed the Goddess's expectations and betrayed her faith." Atalanta responded to the voice in her mind with her own thoughts.

"Hehe, little Atalanta, you've grown up, and you should be looking for a suitable husband. But you ended up with regrets... But it doesn't matter, I've found you a chance to change your fate, and you will meet the man who is truly right for you~" the goddess said with a smile.

"Eh... Could it be?" Atalanta was naturally intelligent, and she immediately connected it to the fact that she had just felt the summons and the goddess's voice had been transmitted to her mind.

"Hehe, just as you thought, little Atalanta~ The Master who came to summon you is the one I chose for you. The moment you see him, you'll understand what I'm saying~ If you don't believe me... if I remember correctly, little Atalanta, you once said that whoever could outrun you would become your husband. You can try it out~" The goddess's voice rang out with a hint of teasing.

“No, of course I… trust the goddess,” Atalanta said, bowing her head.

"Then hurry up and go~ As a final reminder before parting~ that man is quite outstanding. If little Atalanta doesn't do her best to show her charm and doesn't use the skills she had when hunting the Demon Boar, that man might be snatched away by another woman~" After saying that, the goddess's voice never responded again, and Atalanta felt that her consciousness was about to become a Servant, so she answered the summons.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was a handsome and dashing face. In Atalanta's knowledge and memory, she had never seen such a handsome man before, and her long-dormant heart began to flutter.

"Is this the destined person that the goddess was talking about? He is truly extraordinary... Huh? The two women next to him, one has the murderous aura of a veteran on the battlefield, and the other has the noble temperament of a queen. Tsk, it's just as the goddess said, there are a lot of competitors." At this time, Atalanta looked at Modred with a hint of hostility.

"Tsk, you're actually standing in front of the Master... When it comes to snatching prey, I'm confident I can't lose to anyone!"

With this in mind, Atalanta boldly attacked, intending to capture Wang Chong directly so that she could monopolize the Master and no one would come to compete with her. However, she never expected that instead of capturing her Master, she was actually pinned to the ground by her Master. However, this behavior of the other party not only did not humiliate Atalanta, but this crushing strength further strengthened Atalanta's favor towards him.

The Greek era was an age that revered heroes. Although Atalanta was somewhat disdainful of excessive glory, she was still influenced by that environment and always held a certain fondness for true strength and heroes. Moreover, Atalanta grew up in the mountains, and some of her values ​​were no different from those of wild beasts. The law of the jungle was ingrained in her instincts, so the other party's forceful act of pinning her down would only make Atalanta... feel the desire to reproduce with him.

"No...no!! I...I have to be more reserved. What will the other person think of me if I keep talking about having children? Especially with two other women here." Therefore, Atalanta suppressed her inner turmoil and kept a straight face.

Perhaps it was her stern expression that caused the other party to misunderstand her, but she ended up having a race with her own master. This surprised and delighted Atalanta. She was delighted that the other party's behavior was exactly what she wanted, but she was shocked that everything was unfolding as the goddess had predicted. She actually had to use a race to test whether the other party was her destined one.

However, due to her overwhelming emotions, Atalanta felt she could no longer maintain her composure, and in her panic, she dashed away the moment the other person released her. In her mind, since the goddess had personally declared him her destined one, even if she beat her to the start, he would surely surpass her in the race.

And then… Atalanta regretted it. She realized her Master hadn't caught up. Could it be that her early start had displeased him, causing him to give up on her? As soon as this thought occurred to her, Atalanta was overwhelmed with regret. How could she have done such a foolish thing? Her initial good mood at finding her partner suddenly faded.

"How about I apologize after I reach the finish line? I can just say I showed off my abilities. Hmm?" Just as Atalanta was still regretting her actions and thinking about how to salvage the situation, she was surprised to find that her beloved Master had actually appeared at the finish line.

Atalanta initially thought she was dreaming and even began to question its reality. However, the other party repeatedly convinced her of their true abilities, which she could not fathom. This made Atalanta no longer doubt the other party's power or the destiny ordained by the goddess.

"Ah, a Master who is both handsome and incredibly powerful... and who even beat me in the race. Does that mean I have no choice but to become his wife, as I vowed to do so?" Thinking this, Atalanta's mood shifted from a low point to a peak of overwhelming joy, and she could no longer contain her feelings. She no longer cared about any girlish reserve, especially since he was still holding onto her sensitive spot—wasn't that a clear indication that he was willing to accept her?

Therefore, Atalanta didn't hesitate to hug Wang Chong, carefully inhaling the masculine scent emanating from him. This undoubtedly made Atalanta's already somewhat beastly gaze towards Wang Chong even more fervent.

Chapter 146 The prison gates were comparable to the walls of Camelot.

After listening to the system's explanation and having Atalanta reveal her true feelings, Wang Chong finally understood what had happened. It turned out to be a misunderstanding! Atalanta could have been easily communicated with and recruited into the team, but because the system impersonated Artemis to communicate with Atalanta, it backfired and he ended up going through a lot of trouble to finally subdue her.

"System... Could you please let me know in advance if you're going to do something in the future? Do you know how much time you're wasting for everyone?!" Wang Chong kept tapping on the system panel in his consciousness space, punishing it.

"Ouch! Host, but isn't the result pretty good? You directly gained a Heroic Spirit with an 80% affinity, so you don't have to worry about her betraying you at all. The relationship can even go further, isn't that great?" the system said.

"This is the last time." Wang Chong patted the system panel again, refocusing his consciousness on reality.

"Good heavens, I was only in a moment of surprise, and they've already clung to me like an octopus? This is getting more and more outrageous."

At this moment, Wang Chong realized that Atalanta was hanging on him like a piece of "human armor," and he couldn't pull her off. He had no choice but to let her hang on him like that for the time being.

Then, in order not to waste time, Wang Chong used time-stop to travel quickly and soon returned to the center of the Sky Garden.

"Wow, Master, it's already done? How do you manage to suddenly go there and come back like that?" Mordred was surprised again when he saw Wang Chong suddenly appear in front of him and said.

“Some special skills, nothing to mention. But Atalanta, you should get down now, listen to me.” Wang Chong patted Atalanta on the back and said.

"Okay~" Atalanta reluctantly got off Wang Chong, just like a cat that had just taken a sip of catnip. However, when she looked at Mordred and Semiramis, her expression returned to its previous coldness.

"Master, what kind of spell did you cast on her? She was so fierce before, how did she suddenly become like this?" Mordred couldn't help but complain, looking at the other party's attitude that changed faster than flipping through a book.

"Hehe...maybe it was Master's charm that won over this new sister~" Semiramis said jokingly.

"Hmph, what bewitching potion, what sisters. I know nothing of these nonsensical things. All I know is that you won't be able to take my Master away." Atalanta said, uttering a startling statement.

"Huh? Stealing a Master?" Mordred had several question marks above his head, feeling that this new Servant must have something wrong with his head. He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Don't tell me all Berserkers are like this."

Finally, after Wang Chong spent a considerable amount of time explaining, both sides understood what had happened. One of the tower cats was already crouching in a corner, drawing circles in embarrassment, wishing she could disappear into a crack in the floor tiles. Mordred, on the other hand, was suppressing a laugh, her face turning red.

"Congratulations, Master, on winning the heart of another female Servant~ I wonder how you're going to explain this to those two little goddesses later." Semiramis glanced at Atalanta, who was squatting in the corner, with a mischievous smile, and then looked at Wang Chong and said.

"Uh... I'll explain that properly myself... By the way! Have we visited all the useful buildings in this city?" Wang Chong asked.

"Of course not yet. I've only seen most of what I know. There are still some parts I haven't figured out yet." Seeing that Wang Chong was asking about serious matters, Semiramis stopped joking and explained.

"Is there anything you don't understand?" Wang Chong asked, frowning in confusion.

"Yes, after all, the materials of the sacrifices are different, so the details of the hanging gardens will be different. For example, this carpet on the ground was added temporarily compared to the original version. The only part of the building I know is the main part." Semiramis said.

“Then let’s continue the tour. Knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory. We can’t be so ignorant about what powerful things our own fortress has,” Wang Chong said.

"Yes."

……

Wang Chong realized that sometimes it's better not to know too much, otherwise, knowing too much will only make him more depressed. Some of the buildings he visited next completely diminished the prestige he had projected before. For example, there was a monster-spawning tower built from ferocious bones that spawned 10 skeletons per hour, totaling 240 skeletons per day. While that seemed like a decent 200+ skeletons a day, Semiramis could summon thousands of dragon tooth soldiers with a single Great Summoning Incantation. Compared to that, the monster-spawning tower was utterly useless, neither worth keeping nor discarding.

Then there's the treasure room made of black keys, which forces devout believers of God to pray for 10 minutes. The prayer cannot be interrupted unless attacked. After completing the 10 minutes of prayer, a treasure chest is awarded, containing a full chest of black keys. When Wang Chong first saw this church treasure room, he thought he would receive some kind of faith-related buff. But after experiencing it and seeing the pile of black keys inside, Wang Chong's face turned black. What on earth is this?!

"Don't worry, maybe it'll work wonders on some silly village girl? Just think of it as a 10-minute control measure." That's the only way Wang Chong could comfort himself.

In short, the so-called differences in architectural details are mostly quite useless. It seems the main reason is that the materials provided weren't good enough, and too many useless items were added, resulting in these extra buildings being rather poor.

"This is the last one... It looks a bit like a place where prisoners are held." After seeing so many buildings that weren't particularly impressive, Semiramis was losing interest. She pushed open the door and entered the basement, looking at the chains hanging all around her, and said subconsciously.

However, Wang Chong's face was as black as could be. He recognized the chains; they were his Fool's Locks. Upon entering, the door slammed shut, and the Fool's Locks seemed to come alive, binding and restraining all four people inside.

As for the strength of the chains... everyone broke them easily.

"It's probably just a useless trap room. Once you step inside, you're immediately bound by these chains. But I estimate it'll only be effective against mages who haven't trained in physical combat; it won't pose much of a threat to Servants." Semiramis's eyes showed some disappointment after her assessment. After all, this thing could be easily replaced with her own binding magic.

"It's like a prison cell that can only hold ordinary people? This is really..." said Mordred.

"Huh? Since this is a prison cell, why is there such a big bed here? And this bed... it's so soft and comfortable. Do prisoners really need to sleep on such a nice bed?" At this moment, the sharp-eyed Atalanta immediately noticed the large bed at the end of the room. She took a few steps over, plopped down on the bed, felt its softness, and said.

"Huh? Why is there a bed here?" Wang Chong, who had been frowning, also sensed something was amiss. A luxurious, high-class bed in a prisoner's cell seemed rather strange.

"I said... have you guys noticed that after we broke the chains, it seems like the door to this room didn't open?" Mordred was currently at the only entrance to the room, pushing hard on the door, but it didn't budge.

"What's going on? What's wrong with this door? How could I not push it open! Hey! Semiramis! Don't mind if I smash this broken door with my sword?" Mordred pushed hard several times, and even started punching it, but to no avail. He couldn't help but get angry, picked up the King's Sword, and said with his back to Semiramis.

"This... wait a minute, let me try to see if I can open this door by operating the Noble Phantasm." Semiramis also felt something was wrong and spoke.

Mordred then stepped aside, allowing Semiramis to come to the door and chant the spell. After a while, Semiramis stopped the magic. Upon seeing this, Wang Chong asked, "How is it? Can it be opened now?"

“No problem, this room is still under the control of my Noble Phantasm… However, I’ve discovered something even stranger: the magic circle in this room is still operating, and it seems it hasn’t revealed its full potential yet,” Semiramis said.

"Oh? Looks like we've finally got something interesting. Mordred, try and see if you can force your way through the door with your sword," Wang Chong said, suddenly intrigued.

"I'll give it a try! Unleash your magic!" Mordred unleashed his magic, and crimson magic surged from the silver-white sword. Mordred raised the sword and slashed at the "iron gate."

"boom!"

A massive shockwave of magic swept outwards. Semiramis activated a defensive spell to withstand the encroaching magical energy, her beautiful eyes, which had been fixed on the front lines, gradually brightened and became playful. She murmured, "This is truly..."

"Damn! This broken door gives me the feeling of a sword hitting the wall of Camelot." Mordred's incredulous voice was heard in the smoke. After the smoke and dust dissipated, the "iron door" appeared intact in everyone's sight.

Chapter 147 Pink Mist

"Mordred, if you use your treasure, can you split this door open?" Wang Chong asked.

“I’m afraid it will be difficult. The space here is too small, and the aftershocks of the burst of magic won’t dissipate. Even if I could break through that door, this room would probably be destroyed first. Then I’d be buried alive.” Mordred shook his head and sheathed his sword, saying, “Master, what materials did you throw here to make this door so sturdy? I can even feel that some of my magic was absorbed by this door during that attack. And I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but this door gives me a very familiar feeling, as if it’s related to me.”

"Now that you mention it, I think I remember. Do you remember the shards of the round table you shattered before? After I picked them up, I threw them into the offering materials... Could it be that this door... under the enhancement of the Noble Phantasm, made the shards vanityably reappear as the 'round table'?" Wang Chong clicked his tongue. If his idea was correct, wouldn't his door be just like a certain junior's idealistic shield?

Thinking of this, Wang Chong felt a pang of heartache. That was a Mind Shield that could withstand the Human Reason Cannon, yet it was placed so inconspicuously in such a small corner of the basement, serving as a door to a trap room to prevent people from being blown out. Wasn't that a waste?

"Huh? You mean this door is actually a round table?" Mordred was dumbfounded after hearing Wang Chong's explanation.

"Sigh, what a waste. Such a sturdy door, if used as a city gate and to construct defensive spells, could make the entire Hanging Gardens an impregnable fortress. Master, next time you have any special materials, you should tell me clearly, don't just throw them away like trash." Semiramis sighed and said.

“Uh…it’s not entirely my fault. How was I supposed to know the fragments of the round table would have this effect? ​​You only said the more materials the better, so I just dumped all the materials in my system space there, and I completely forgot about the fragments.” Wang Chong shrugged and said, “Compared to this…isn’t your trap room finished yet? Is it just a room for binding with chains and trapping enemies to prevent them from leaving?”

“Let me see… Hmm? Strange, judging from the spell's reaction, there's something else in this room that's active. Strange, it should have already taken effect. Why can't I feel anything?” Semiramis frowned, looking at the magic spell in her hand, and said.

"Do you smell anything strange?" At this moment, Atalanta, who was lying on the bed, sniffing something like a big cat, said, "There's a very sweet smell... in the air."

"A sweet smell? Where?" Wang Chong frowned, taking several breaths, but couldn't smell anything.

“Master, come and take a look over here. The scent seems particularly strong here,” Atalanta said, sitting on the bed. Wang Chong approached the large bed, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He could indeed smell a slightly sweet scent here, which was very pleasant and comforting.