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

Now, he only wants to eliminate this major threat as quickly as possible, and he absolutely cannot give the other party any chance to breathe or turn the tables. You have time, I don't have time, is Lin Zai Zai here...?

"Hey! My patience is limited! Are you going to change the person or not?!" Wang Chong's voice, filled with obvious impatience and provocation, pierced the heavy air once again.

"Don't blame me, Medea..."

Jason murmured to himself, as if making a final attempt to convince himself, "Blame your future self for all the heinous things you did!"

Once the decision was made, the last trace of hesitation on his face disappeared, replaced by a cold and resolute expression. He straightened his back, his lips slightly parted, and he was about to give the order for the entire army to attack.

However, Jason's subtle yet fatal change in expression was caught by Chiron, who rushed over to seek the help of the god of healing for the seriously injured Theseus.

As Jason's mentor, Chiron knew his disciple's character intimately. That cold gaze instantly made him understand Jason's choice.

Chiron's eyes narrowed, and he silently and swiftly approached, speaking in a low voice before the command could be uttered:

“Jason, if you are determined to get rid of him, I have a more secure plan. Keep him occupied and buy some time.”

Jason abruptly turned his head to look at Chiron, his sharp gaze scrutinizing his teacher's composed face for a moment. After confirming that the other party was not lying, his tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and he nodded.

He always had great trust in Chiron's judgment of strategy, and he believed that following his teacher's advice was always the right thing to do.

What's your rush!

Jason immediately turned to Wang Chong, raising his voice, his tone deliberately irritated and worried:

"This matter concerns the safety of everyone, and I must consider the other heroes on board! Who knows if you, you cunning fellow, are hiding some deadly trick up your sleeve! Give me some time!"

After saying that, he immediately turned his questioning gaze to Chiron.

Chiron understood immediately and leaned close to Jason's ear, speaking quickly and clearly in a whisper that only the two of them could hear.

Jason listened, his eyes darting around, his furrowed brows gradually relaxing.

"Heh..." Wang Chong coldly observed the conspiracy between the two opposite him, a knowing sneer curling at the corner of his mouth. Even across the surging waves and a distance, his extraordinary hearing allowed him to clearly hear Chiron's whisper and Jason's response.

"He can't even decide whether or not to exchange his own woman's life for his own, and he has to ask others... However, his hesitation itself already says something..."

He chuckled, then lowered his head, his gaze falling on the girl in his arms who seemed to have given up struggling. His voice carried a deliberate hint of amusement: "What do you think, Medea?"

Medea remained silent, her pale face devoid of expression. She neither uttered a rebuttal to Wang Chong's sarcasm nor defended Jason.

She simply raised her beautiful eyes, which held complex emotions, and gazed intently at Jason on the opposite ship across the deck.

The conspiracy ended quickly. A barely suppressed smug look of triumph flashed across Jason's face; he was clearly very satisfied with Chiron's plan. He cleared his throat and shouted loudly at Wang Chong again:

"What you seek is nothing more than a safe escape! Continuing this stalemate will only lead to a deadly struggle, and the likely result will be the destruction of the ship and the loss of all lives on board, perishing together in this merciless sea!"

"But our heroes still have the strength to survive and escape even if they fall into the sea! And what about you?"

Jason's tone carried a deliberately emphasized threat:

"Now that your magic is sealed, you only have brute strength left. To think you can swim across this turbulent ocean by yourself is simply a pipe dream! You will only die from exhaustion and be devoured by fish!"

"Alright then... I'll make an exception and lend you the two spare boats on the ship!"

Jason abruptly changed his tone, as if he had made a huge concession:

“You take Medea and sail away from our large ship until the Agor is almost out of sight. Then, you will place Medea in one of the smaller boats, and you will sail away in the other. How about that? Is that fair enough?”

After listening, Wang Chong let out a disdainful snort: "What's the use of that? Not to mention whether you will turn on me and attack me as soon as I get on the small boat, just the speed of your Agor ship alone would make it easy for you to catch up with my little sampan."

Upon hearing this, Jason immediately spread his hands exaggeratedly, his face plastered with feigned eagerness and sincerity: "Medea is my beloved wife, whom I cherish like a treasure! She is now firmly under your control, how could I allow anyone to act rashly and put her in danger? Wouldn't that harm her?"

"Besides, look at my ship. It was damaged in the previous battle and its speed is much slower than before."

He pointed to the ground and continued, "If you just change your course slightly, it will be like finding a needle in a haystack for us to track you down on this vast ocean!"

"Most importantly, Medea has always been in your hands, and we are the ones who are restrained and blackmailed by you!"

Jason emphasized his words, as if stressing Wang Chong's advantage: "The initiative is entirely yours! If you sense anything amiss or feel something is wrong, you can continue to use Medea as a shield to threaten us!"

"How about it? Is this arrangement enough for you to leave with peace of mind? Or is it that you have such a big handle on you, yet you don't even have the guts? Are you afraid that we, the 'controlled' party, can still play some tricks?"

Jason finally asked a question, almost in a provocative tone.

Hearing Jason's eagerness to finalize the deal and his wish for him to board the ship immediately, Wang Chong inwardly sneered.

Even if he hadn't heard Jason and Chiron's conspiracy clearly with his extraordinary hearing, anyone with a brain would have suspected something was amiss based on Jason's overly hasty and flawed reassurance.

However, all of this perfectly aligned with Wang Chong's own plan, so he was naturally happy to play dumb and cooperate in this charade.

Chapter 511 Sinking into the Sea

So Wang Chong deliberately hesitated for a moment, then raised his voice and said:

"Good! You're smart to know what's good for you! Get those two small boats ready for me right now!"

After saying that, Wang Chong's tone suddenly turned stern, and his gaze shot towards the two archers like lightning: "And you, and those two archers beside you, Chiron and Paris, stand at the very edge of the ship's railing!"

"I'll be watching your every move! If you dare to make any sudden movements..." Wang Chong tightened his grip on Medea's arm, threatening, "I'll not only use you, my 'beloved wife,' as a human shield right now, but I'll also use the oar as a javelin to smash your head open!"

Jason's expression immediately changed, his eyes flickered, and his lips trembled, showing a look of worry and hesitation, as if a sore spot had been touched. He hesitated and did not immediately agree.

"What?" Wang Chong immediately seized the opportunity, sneering as he pressed on, "Could it be... that you really have something to hide? Or are you planning some kind of trick?!"

"Fine...fine!" Jason seemed to be forced into a corner, stamped his foot hard, gritted his teeth and agreed, making a gesture of compromise after a great internal struggle, "We'll do it your way!"

"Ha, still putting on an act, trying to lower my guard... His acting is ridiculously clumsy." Wang Chong thought to himself with disdain, but his face remained impassive.

He coldly watched as Jason began to direct the other able-bodied followers to slowly lower the two small boats hanging over the ship's side and throw down rope ladders for climbing.

Once the other party had retreated to the edge of the ship's side as requested and made sure that he could keep a firm eye on the three of them, Wang Chong no longer hesitated.

With a powerful lift of his arms, he scooped Medea up and leaped from the towering Agor, landing precisely on one of the smaller boats.

In the already turbulent waves, the ship was already swaying. If Wang Chong hadn't controlled his strength perfectly, this step would have capsized it.

He swiftly and skillfully used the thick hemp ropes provided on the ship to firmly bind Medea's hands and feet, ensuring that she could not escape or interfere with him.

Next, he used ropes to connect the two small boats end to end, linking them together. After doing all this, Wang Chong grabbed an oar and rowed vigorously across the water. The small boats slowly broke through the surging waves and began to move away from the huge, battered Agor.

Throughout the entire process, Jason, Chiron, and Paris indeed stood like three statues on the edge of the ship's railing, exposing themselves to Wang Chong's sight, without making the slightest move, just as agreed.

The scene made it seem as if Jason was truly determined to keep his promise and spare Wang Chong and Medea's lives.

However, Wang Chong knew perfectly well what was going on. As he rowed, he coldly calculated the distance and time in his mind.

"Almost there..." he muttered to himself, a sharp glint in his eyes. "System, immediately use the item: [Sharing of Fate]! Target—Jason!"

An invisible command was issued in his mind.

"Ding! Command confirmed. Item [Sharing of Fate] has been successfully used. Beginning to bind the predetermined fate line of the target 'Jason'... The target fate branch: Calamity Descends." The system notification sounded in Wang Chong's mind.

The moment the fate was sealed, Wang Chong's incredibly sharp "mind network" senses clearly detected a destructive pressure suddenly gathering at a certain point on the Agor ship!

The feeling was like a volcano about to erupt, containing terrifying energy powerful enough to tear the sea and sky apart. Clearly, one of the Servants on the opposing side was making its final preparations, an attack imminent!

Wang Chong, however, seemed completely oblivious, maintaining his rowing posture. He even had the leisure to glance at Medea, who was tied to the stern, a relaxed smile deliberately on his face as he continued his verbal provocations:

"They actually let us go like that... Hah, isn't your 'Lord Jason' far too carefree? He just watched me take you away like that, isn't he afraid I'll abduct your beautiful princess?"

"..." Medea was silent for a few seconds, her voice flat and detached, "At least, Lord Jason is trying to save me. This... may be the only feasible solution at the moment."

"Hahaha! Rescuing you?"

Wang Chong laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, his laughter full of sarcasm. "Does he really want to save you? Or... is he just scared and trying to get rid of me, this threat?"

"Didn't you realize? From beginning to end, he was avoiding the most direct choice—using himself to save your life. He always put you in the most dangerous situation. You were just a pawn he could discard at any time after weighing the pros and cons!"

Wang Chong relentlessly continued to torment Medea's spirit, his oars moving with undiminished speed. Medea fell silent once more, her head bowed, her long eyelashes obscuring the light in her eyes; no one knew the turmoil in her heart.

"coming!"

The instant Wang Chong finished speaking, the destructive energy he sensed from the Agor in his "Mind Network" finally reached its peak and could no longer be suppressed! The moment of attack had arrived!

"Durindana (The Indestructible Extreme Gun)!!!"

A deafening roar, accompanied by a piercing shriek, exploded from the Agor.

A dazzling golden streak, brimming with unparalleled divine power, tore through the dim sky like a falling meteor, carrying a terrifying aura that seemed to pierce through everything, heading towards the small boat where Wang Chong was—

More accurately, it crashed down on Wang Chong and Medea with a thunderous roar!

"boom!!"

"Hahaha, an idiot is an idiot, so easily fooled! May you drown in this stormy sea!"

He laughed wildly and waved his arms forcefully, as if venting his pent-up emotions.

That previously tense face relaxed, a victorious grin spreading across its lips, its eyes gleaming with a sinister light. "You...you...are you free...Lin...are you free...?"

It was as if he had already seen the tragic scene of Wang Chong and Medea being swallowed by the giant wave.

Just then, Hector strode up to Jason, his steps heavy, his face showing weariness and urgency.

That fatal blow was delivered with all his might; now his breathing was slightly rapid, and his armor reflected the dim light of the sky on the wet deck.

Hector lowered his voice and asked, "Now that we've sunk them, shouldn't we sail over there to rescue Miss Medea and retrieve my Noble Phantasm while we're at it?"

His gaze fell upon the churning sea, revealing not only concern for the treasure, but also worry for Medea's life.

However, Jason immediately frowned, his expression turning wary. He waved his hand to interrupt Hector, retorting urgently, "What's the rush! What if that guy is still there and climbs back onto our ship?!"

As Jason spoke, he nervously scanned the sea, as if enemies might leap out of the waves at any moment, revealing his inner fear and unease.

Then, as if he had just thought of something, he suddenly slapped the side of the boat and added:

"Oh yeah...you reminded me, it would be terrible if that guy swam over! Let's get away from that direction!"

His voice carried an unquestionable tone of command, and his body involuntarily took a half step back, as if afraid of being drawn into any potential danger.

"What about my Noble Phantasm?"

Upon hearing this answer, Hector's eyes flashed with disbelief. He raised his voice and said, his hands unconsciously clenching into fists until his knuckles turned white.

He simply couldn't understand why Jason would be so cowardly. How could his father have been so blind as to become friends with this man and embark on the Agor for trials?

Jason clicked his tongue impatiently, flicked his hand as if shooing away an annoying insect, and his tone became even harsher:

"You have a sense of your Noble Phantasm anyway, and it can't escape! Just wait until that guy is completely dead before you go looking for it! The most important thing right now is to get out of here and repair the ship. If we stay in this stormy sea any longer, the ship won't hold up!"

Jason pointed to the cracks in the hull, torn apart by the battle, as the ship rocked violently in the raging wind and waves, as if it might disintegrate at any moment.

His words were full of anxiety, clearly indicating that he was more concerned about his own safety than the interests of others.

Having said that, Jason decisively gave the order: "Alright, now all of you must obey my orders! Get the ship moving immediately!" He turned to the helmsman and gestured, his movements swift and decisive, brooking no dissent.

Seeing that Jason was determined, Hector could no longer persuade him. He could only shake his head helplessly, sigh, and turn away.

His silhouette appeared lonely and angry, his heavy footsteps leaving shallow water stains on the slippery deck. After all, Jason had even abandoned Medea, so how could he possibly help him find the Noble Phantasm now?

Thinking of this, a strong sense of resentment welled up in Hector's heart, and he couldn't help but think, "If I weren't bound by the contract, I would really like to stab this cowardly idiot to death."

The thought pierced his mind like a poisonous thorn, but he eventually forced himself to suppress it and let it disappear into the shadows of the cabin.

Chapter 512 Post-Disaster Settlement

Chiron stood quietly to the side, witnessing the entire argument without saying much, simply observing it all silently.

His eyes were deep and calm, his fingers slightly clenched into a fist as if he were restraining his inner emotions, then he slowly turned around and looked at the vast ocean that had just swallowed the human figure.

Chiron knew he couldn't persuade Jason, so he could only keep his worries to himself. His gaze pierced through the rain as he thought, "We were not summoned by Jason. The fact that we haven't disappeared proves that Medea is still alive."

Thinking of this, Chiron's tense lips relaxed slightly, and his thoughts drifted into the distance:

"As expected, that gentleman from the future is more than that. It seems he won't perish at sea... I just wonder where he's taking Medea."

From the very beginning, Chiron's plan was to let Wang Chong escape. Although the sea was turbulent, judging from Wang Chong's performance just now, it was still no match for him.

Chiron recalled Wang Chong's formidable strength; the image of him punching through Hercules' chest was still vivid in his mind. Such a powerful figure, even without magic, could cross the sea with his sheer physical strength.

In the end, Chiron prayed silently: "May he stop all this..." His prayers were drowned out by the wind, but his quiet faith remained as firm as a lighthouse.

……

Against the backdrop of lightning and thunder, the vast ocean appeared even more turbulent and ferocious.

Amidst the surging waves and blinding lightning, an inconspicuous dark dot suddenly broke through the churning water, shattering the chaos between the sea and the sky.

"Phew... [Sea God's Blessing A+] This ability is indeed quite powerful."

The figure that emerged completely from the seawater was none other than Wang Chong. Although Wang Chong was in the center of the raging waves, he was completely dry.

A thin, cicada-wing-like film of water, shimmering with a pale blue light, gently yet resiliently enveloped him, completely isolating him from the raging ocean currents and icy rain, creating an independent and safe space.

As Wang Chong sensed the stable environment within the water film, he understood: "This ability not only creates a closed mobile space, but also allows for high-speed travel in the deep sea, which is almost the same as having a submarine that can move at will."

Wang Chong's gaze pierced through the rain, as if it could travel back to the deck of the Agor. He pondered to himself: