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

Having made up her mind, Medea did not hesitate any longer. She immediately got up and quietly walked to Wang Chong's bedside.

"Um...please wake up...huh?" Are you in Lin Zai Zai, I'm empty, you Lin Zai Zai, are you not here...?

She bent down, reached out, and prepared to gently push Wang Chong's shoulder to wake him from his slumber.

However, the moment her fingertips touched the fabric of his shoulder, a strange warmth instantly washed over her. Wang Chong's body felt like a small furnace, completely unaffected by the damp, cold night! Only then did Medea realize: the surroundings didn't seem so biting anymore? It was as if an invisible heat source existed before her, continuously radiating warmth, quietly dispelling the damp, cold air, and making the small space near the bed comfortable and pleasant.

"So he was hiding some kind of treasure in his clothes? No wonder he could sleep so peacefully without a blanket. Hmph..." Medea suddenly realized, thinking to herself. As a skilled magician, she immediately thought of magical props used for wilderness exploration—water-repellent, fireproof, and temperature-regulating gadgets; she herself had made quite a few of these kinds of things. It seemed that this Master also possessed similar protection.

She bent down, reached out, and prepared to gently push Wang Chong's shoulder to wake him from his slumber.

However, the moment her fingertips touched the fabric of his shoulder, a strange warmth instantly washed over her. Wang Chong's body felt like a small furnace, completely unaffected by the damp, cold night! Only then did Medea realize: the surroundings didn't seem so biting anymore? It was as if an invisible heat source existed before her, continuously radiating warmth, quietly dispelling the damp, cold air, and making the small space near the bed comfortable and pleasant.

"So he was hiding some kind of treasure in his clothes? No wonder he could sleep so peacefully without a blanket. Hmph..." Medea suddenly realized, thinking to herself. As a skilled magician, she immediately thought of magical props used for wilderness exploration—water-repellent, fireproof, and temperature-regulating gadgets; she herself had made quite a few of these kinds of things. It seemed that this Master also possessed similar protection.

Chapter 521 A Strange Feeling in My Heart

The cold touch didn't come from the luxurious velvet mattresses of the royal palace in her memory, but from the rough wooden planks beneath her. Her consciousness surfaced with difficulty, like a sinking ship. Medea suddenly opened her eyes, and the sight that greeted her made her freeze instantly—not the familiar, magnificent dome, but the low, dilapidated rafters of a small wooden house, a nightmare-like microcosm to her.

"Uh...?!" A short exclamation caught in his throat.

"Are you awake, Princess?" The man's voice—Wang Chong's—sounded lazily, tinged with a familiar, infuriating mockery. "Tsk, I really didn't expect you to be so 'proactive' last night..." (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated to the question.)

“Active?...I…” Medea repeated blankly, her mind a complete blank. However, as she subconsciously moved her body, trying to figure out what was going on, her fingertips touched a warm, solid chest belonging to a living person. Looking down in horror, the sight before her almost made her tremble: she was lying indecently on top of Wang Chong, her arms even tightly wrapped around his neck in an almost affectionate gesture!

This scene, more scorching than the flames of the deepest hell, instantly ignited Medea's shame, anger, and horror. "Ah—!!!" A sharp scream, almost piercing the roof, erupted. As if branded by a hot iron, she tensed her body, bracing her hands on Wang Chong's chest, trying to escape this terrifying "bed of warmth."

But the sudden, steel-like grip on her waist shattered all her struggles. Wang Chong's strong arms were mercilessly locking her waist, pinning her firmly in place, unable to move.

Chaotic thoughts raced through her mind like a flock of startled birds: Why was he beneath her? Could it be... could it be because she was tossing and turning in a cold nightmare, her body instinctively seeking warmth in the chaos, causing her to cling to this hateful man as if he were a giant doll for warmth?

Fragments of memory began to piece together. She finally understood why, in that brief "dream" of returning to the palace, a huge, warm, life-sized teddy bear had suddenly appeared on the soft bed, a bear she could comfortably hug...

It wasn't a doll at all! That warm touch, that rising and falling breathing... it was clearly...!

Boom! This realization exploded in Medea's mind like a thunderbolt, instantly overwhelming her with shame, almost suffocating her. Even more terrifying, she vaguely remembered that in that dream of "hugging a teddy bear," she seemed to have... affectionately rubbed against, and even kissed, that furry head more than once?!

In reality...?!

"No...no! Don't do this!" Medea closed her eyes in despair, burying her burning cheeks deep in her face, shaking her head frantically, as if that could shake off the unbearable reality. Fine beads of cold sweat soaked her temples. She wasn't a frivolous woman! She only wanted a moment of true peace and rest in this small wooden cabin, outside that cold palace, a place that barely served as a haven! How had things come to this absurd, humiliating state!

"Alright, alright! What's all the noise about!" Wang Chong was annoyed by her sudden screams and shaking of her head. He spoke irritably, his voice hoarse from just waking up and impatient from being woken up. "You're the one who climbed up here half asleep, and now you're crying and snotting your tears all over me, as if I forced you to do something! Can't you be reasonable?"

"I...I..." Medea suddenly raised her head, her pale face still streaked with tears, desperately trying to explain, trying to find fault with him. But the words caught in her throat—what Wang Chong said, damn it, was indeed true! She herself had climbed into this damned bed, she herself had restlessly...embraced him in her sleep. Reason told her that, at least in this respect, he was beyond reproach.

However, an overwhelming sense of injustice surged within her, threatening to crush her. She desperately needed an outlet, no matter how far-fetched or unreasonable the reason, as long as it allowed her to release this pent-up shame and helplessness. As someone from ancient times, even burdened with the stigma of being a "betrayal witch," her inherent reserve and restraint in intimate relationships still lingered, leading her to instinctively seek a "legitimate" point of accusation, rather than, like some modern women, readily hurling the ultimate question, "Don't you feel completely blameless?"

"I...I..." Her face flushed red, and she finally found a seemingly "reasonable" point of questioning, her voice trembling with sobs, "Then...then why are you still holding onto my waist! Holding me so tightly and not letting me get down! You...you let go!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Chong not only didn't let go, but instead seemed to have heard something even more absurd. He chuckled and tightened his grip, completely cutting off any possibility of her twisting. "I'm holding you around the waist?" He rolled his eyes, his tone full of helpless disdain. "I'm just afraid that you, my little devil, will get excited and start moving around recklessly again! Look down at this lousy floor!"

Medea subconsciously glanced at the ground, following his words. Sure enough, the traces of last night's downpour were still there. Although most of the water had receded from the old wooden floor, dark puddles still remained, reflecting a faint light, damp and exuding a faint dampness.

Wang Chong's voice continued, carrying an unquestionable "pragmatic" logic: "The water on the ground isn't even dry yet! If you startle and break free now, lose your balance, and fall down with a 'plop,' getting yourself soaking wet and filthy, then you deserve to suffer! But what if—" He deliberately dragged out his words, emphasizing the key point, "what if when you fall, you splash the dirty water high up and it happens to get all over me, on my face... then I'll be incredibly unlucky, suffering along with you! Do you understand? Stay put and don't move!" He pursed his lips, his face full of self-righteous indignation that "I'm doing this entirely to protect myself."

It wasn't a doll at all! That warm touch, that rising and falling breathing... it was clearly...!

Boom! This realization exploded in Medea's mind like a thunderbolt, instantly overwhelming her with shame, almost suffocating her. Even more terrifying, she vaguely remembered that in that dream of "hugging a teddy bear," she seemed to have... affectionately rubbed against, and even kissed, that furry head more than once?!

In reality...?!

"No...no! Don't do this!" Medea closed her eyes in despair, burying her burning cheeks deep in her face, shaking her head frantically, as if that could shake off the unbearable reality. Fine beads of cold sweat soaked her temples. She wasn't a frivolous woman! She only wanted a moment of true peace and rest in this small wooden cabin, outside that cold palace, a place that barely served as a haven! How had things come to this absurd, humiliating state!

"Alright, alright! What's all the noise about!" Wang Chong was annoyed by her sudden screams and shaking of her head. He spoke irritably, his voice hoarse from just waking up and impatient from being woken up. "You're the one who climbed up here half asleep, and now you're crying and snotting your tears all over me, as if I forced you to do something! Can't you be reasonable?"

"I...I..." Medea suddenly raised her head, her pale face still streaked with tears, desperately trying to explain, trying to find fault with him. But the words caught in her throat—what Wang Chong said, damn it, was indeed true! She herself had climbed into this damned bed, she herself had restlessly...embraced him in her sleep. Reason told her that, at least in this respect, he was beyond reproach.

However, an overwhelming sense of injustice surged within her, threatening to crush her. She desperately needed an outlet, no matter how far-fetched or unreasonable the reason, as long as it allowed her to release this pent-up shame and helplessness. As someone from ancient times, even burdened with the stigma of being a "betrayal witch," her inherent reserve and restraint in intimate relationships still lingered, leading her to instinctively seek a "legitimate" point of accusation, rather than, like some modern women, readily hurling the ultimate question, "Don't you feel completely blameless?"

"I...I..." Her face flushed red, and she finally found a seemingly "reasonable" point of questioning, her voice trembling with sobs, "Then...then why are you still holding onto my waist! Holding me so tightly and not letting me get down! You...you let go!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Chong not only didn't let go, but instead seemed to have heard something even more absurd. He chuckled and tightened his grip, completely cutting off any possibility of her twisting. "I'm holding you around the waist?" He rolled his eyes, his tone full of helpless disdain. "I'm just afraid that you, my little devil, will get excited and start moving around recklessly again! Look down at this lousy floor!"

Medea subconsciously glanced at the ground, following his words. Sure enough, the traces of last night's downpour were still there. Although most of the water had receded from the old wooden floor, dark puddles still remained, reflecting a faint light, damp and exuding a faint dampness.

Wang Chong's voice continued, carrying an unquestionable "pragmatic" logic: "The water on the ground isn't even dry yet! If you startle and break free now, lose your balance, and fall down with a 'plop,' getting yourself soaking wet and filthy, then you deserve to suffer! But what if—" He deliberately dragged out his words, emphasizing the key point, "what if when you fall, you splash the dirty water high up and it happens to get all over me, on my face... then I'll be incredibly unlucky, suffering along with you! Do you understand? Stay put and don't move!" He pursed his lips, his face full of self-righteous indignation that "I'm doing this entirely to protect myself."

Chapter 522 Pirate Attack

Medea's cheek pressed against Wang Chong's firm chest, the warmth penetrating through the thin fabric, like the only heater in the room.

She closed her eyes, breathing in the faint scent of his sweat and the sea, but her heart was racing uncontrollably.

This tranquility made Medea somewhat despondent—after experiencing betrayal, coldness, and humiliation, this moment of warmth was like a lifeline. (The last two lines appear to be random characters and do not translate directly.)

Medea couldn't help but sigh inwardly, so this is what a man's chest feels like... No wonder those legendary princesses were infatuated with those strong and powerful heroes.

Although it was hard and solid, it gave people a great sense of peace, as if the whole world was at peace.

This unexpected warmth and tranquility, like an invisible net, gently enveloped Medea's weary soul after she had just vented all her emotions.

Now that she was completely relaxed, she could clearly feel Wang Chong's steady and powerful heartbeat in his chest, one beat after another, like a war drum beating in a silent wilderness, yet strangely bringing a dizzying calm.

Medea's body instinctively craved the heat, and her tense nerves gradually relaxed under the continuous soothing.

Wang Chong's broad and powerful palms covered the back of her head and back. The rhythmic and gentle patting carried an undeniable sense of control, yet paradoxically conveyed a primal sense of protection.

Medea now feels her consciousness adrift in this contradiction:

On the one hand, she was immersed in this unprecedented sense of security, as if a drifting boat had finally touched a solid harbor, and the fear, humiliation, cold and exhaustion of the past two days found a way to be filled at this moment.

The weight of his body pressed down on him unconsciously, as if trying to bury him deeper into this place that could shield him from all wind and rain.

Medea even unconsciously rubbed her slightly damp cheek against his tear-soaked clothes, like a young animal seeking shelter and confirming the presence of safety.

However, on the other hand, the sharp alarm bells in Medea's heart never ceased. She was the Colchis princess destined to fall in love with Jason, and ultimately, the betraying witch despised by all.

More importantly, she is both the man's enemy and his captive.

Yet at this moment, she was curled up in the arms of a man she had recently regarded as a cold-blooded imprisoner, like the most helpless child.

This realization, like a poisoned needle, pierced the brief peace, bringing a burning sense of shame. Her fingertips curled slightly, her nails almost digging into her palms.

"Medea, what are you doing?" Medea silently questioned herself. This dependence was nothing short of a complete betrayal of her many identities.

Am I really that worthless? A natural fickle woman, capable of betraying my original principles without any scruples simply because of some feelings?

Just like in the original destiny path, there was the one who betrayed his family and his brother's trust for love... and killed his younger brother with his own hands so that his beloved could escape.

Jason…

Recalling this name, the icy, suffocating image in my memory suddenly ripped apart the warmth before my eyes—the icy, bone-chilling seawater!

The salty seawater rushed into his mouth and nose, and as he was about to drown, all he saw was Jason's once handsome face on the side of the ship, now filled with cold calculation and disgust!

She could even sense that the other person was saying, "Hurry up and die, die with that guy who threatened me, then there will be no more danger around me!"

The brutal scene contrasted sharply with the strong arms that were tightly embracing her and the warm hands that were comforting her trembling, creating a cruel contrast between hell and heaven.

The "love" she had given everything for, even betraying her father and killing her own brother, chose to sacrifice her without hesitation at the critical moment of life and death, coldly issuing an order to smash the small boat and swallow them completely in the raging waves!

Now, the man she regarded as her enemy and imprisoner has become her only support, and the comfort of his arm has become her only source of peace.

The ironic poison instantly spread to every part of her body. The love she had poured out of everything, like a moth drawn to a flame, only brought her betrayal and murder. And this coercive and undeniable "protection" became her only lifeline when she was on the verge of collapse.

This realization tore Medea's heart in two; one half craved the warmth of the moment, while the other half sank into the icy sea of ​​betrayal.

Tears welled up in her eyes again uncontrollably, but not with the previous grievances and shame; instead, they were a mixture of sorrow at the mockery of fate and regret for her past foolishness.

"I...I am such a foolish woman..." she lamented silently in her heart.

"I...I am such a foolish woman..." she lamented silently in her heart.

Feeling the subtle trembling of the delicate body in his arms and her suddenly heavier breathing, as well as the new, warm, and damp sensation on her neck, Wang Chong couldn't help but feel a little puzzled.

This wasn't the first time he'd seen a girl so completely broken down, but he'd never seen a girl as troubled and conflicted as Medea.

Even a certain round-headed old woman—Kal'tsit—never went through such a repetitive cycle as she did.

Although he didn't know what Medea was thinking or why she suddenly started crying again, Wang Chong knew exactly what to do next.

Wang Chong's hand, which had been patting Medea's back, paused slightly, the force seeming to become more steady. He slid his broad, warm hand down from the back of her head, along the curve of her spine, pressing her even more firmly against him with a more intimate and embracing gesture.

Without a word, this silent gesture seemed to say, "Quiet, I'm here." This domineering yet effective reassurance caused a crack to appear in Medea's tense defenses once again.

Medea's body seemed to accept this protection even before her reason. Her stiff back gradually relaxed, and her loosely clenched fingers unconsciously opened, gently grabbing the fabric of Wang Chong's side waist, as if a drowning person had grasped a lifeline.

She buried herself even deeper into this warm harbor, filled with the scent of sweat and sea breeze, her nose almost touching his collarbone, greedily absorbing the life-giving warmth that allowed her to breathe.

Wang Chong's breath sprayed onto her forehead, steady and long, as if tacitly acknowledging her brief and fragile dependence.

A strange, tense yet harmonious balance was thus formed between the two. Medea nestled in Wang Chong's warmth, while Wang Chong controlled Medea's inner vulnerability.

Just as Medea was about to become completely immersed in this moment of warm tranquility...

"Bang!! Crash—!"

A loud crash shattered the tranquility of the cabin! It wasn't the sound of waves crashing against the shore, but rather the sound of something heavy slamming into the beach.

Immediately afterwards, a cacophony of noise erupted outside—rough shouts, heavy footsteps, and the clanging of metal against metal, a chaotic and incessant cacophony.

It sounds like a large ship has arrived on the island, and people have already set foot on the beach.

Upon hearing these sounds, Medea's face turned pale. Could it be Jason's Argoller? Had they already found them?

Then, realizing that she was actually leaning against Wang Chong at this moment, a great sense of shame surged into Medea's heart again. She buried her head in Wang Chong's chest and didn't dare to sit up to check the situation outside.

At the same time, a very immoral thrill arose in Medea's heart; she seemed to almost wish that some "heartless man" could see her in this state. So much so that Medea's legs instinctively began to tighten around Wang Chong's waist.

"Tsk... They came faster than I expected, these pirates."

However, Wang Chong had already figured out who those people outside really were.

They were not the crew of the Agor; they were just an ordinary group of pirates who had drifted here.

Their arrival on this island was actually closely related to Wang Chong.

Just then, a savage and unrestrained clamor surged in like a turbid tide, instantly engulfing the small house:

"Hahaha! Boss, look! There's a shabby hut built here, there must be someone in there!"

"Alright, brothers, search! See if you find anything valuable or manpower!"

"Damn, this stormy sea area is dangerous enough! I hope it's not a wasted trip!"

Vulgar and offensive curses, the sound of heavy leather boots pounding through puddles, and the ear-piercing clang of metal weapons clashing together.

Accompanied by the sound of the waves, a terrifying sonic wave filled with violence and greed was formed, instantly shattering the brief and fragile illusion of warmth inside the wooden house!

Medea's body suddenly stiffened in Wang Chong's arms like an ice sculpture, all warmth instantly frozen! She abruptly raised her head, her face drained of color, her eyes filled with extreme terror, like a frightened fawn, instinctively gripping Wang Chong's clothes even tighter.

She hadn't expected that the people who came would be a group of pirates, people she would normally completely disregard. But now, with her magic sealed, she was like a lamb to the slaughter in the face of these filthy pirates.

As a beautiful young girl, if she were to fall into the hands of these people, who knows what kind of unbearable suffering she would endure. Being defiled would only be the beginning.

Feeling the girl trembling in his arms, Wang Chong suddenly had an idea. His eyes turned as cold and piercing as polar ice.

His soothing hand instantly turned into a protective grip, while his other hand silently rested on the weapon at his waist.

"Don't be afraid, they're just a bunch of pirates. Even Hercules is no match for me, let alone some pirates who are just like cannon fodder."

Wang Chong's voice was extremely low, yet it gave Medea a sense of reassurance.

Yes, I still have Wang Chong here. With him around, how could those pirates possibly be a match for the enemy?

Thinking of this, Medea couldn't help but move closer to Wang Chong, almost completely surrendering her body to him. This feeling of being protected made Medea's heart race.

Chapter 523 Subduing the Pirate Crew

"Spare us! Stop killing us! We surrender! We surrender!"

"A monster... no... he's simply a great hero of the sea! We pirates are completely convinced!"

The battle was, to put it mildly, a foregone conclusion. Wang Chong, holding Medea in his arms, wielded his greatsword, mercilessly reaping the lives of the attacking pirates.

In just a few rounds, Wang Chong had already terrified the islanders in front of him, and they all knelt down and begged for mercy.

Even more extreme, some even offered to acknowledge Wang Chong as the leader of their entire pirate crew, completely submitting to him.

Wang Chong was not surprised at all by the pirates' submission. Not to mention that he already had the aura of being the "savior of villains," making it easy for him to subdue such common villainous henchmen, the pirates' rule of respecting the strong alone was enough to make them willingly submit to Wang Chong.

"This way, I won't have to bring out a high-level treasure like Noah's Ark and arouse Medea's suspicion. Using an ordinary pirate ship as a means of transportation is the most appropriate thing to do first."

Looking at the pirate soldiers kneeling on the ground, Wang Chong continued to think:

"Moreover, having subdued these island rabble is just enough for me to form a new pirate crew to complete the fate branch of [Gathering Partners and Setting Sail] and the requirements of the main quest."

While Wang Chong was deep in thought, Medea, who was being held in his arms, was experiencing a rapid heartbeat.