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

Just moments ago, Wang Chong, holding her delicate body in one arm, shattered the window with a single sword strike and engaged the pirates outside in battle.

Throughout the entire process, Wang Chong moved with the ease of an empty field, defeating the pirates one by one. Not a single drop of blood even touched either of them.

Held in her arms, facing countless ferocious-looking pirates, she felt no sense of danger whatsoever, as if there was nothing to fear in the world if only this man existed.

It was so strange; why did she feel this way? Medea didn't understand. She wasn't a completely naive girl; she knew very well what this feeling meant.

That's why Medea wanted to deny these feelings. But the burning passion and rapid heartbeat within her always rebelled against Medea's subjective will.

Wang Chong glanced at the girl in his arms, naturally noticing the inner turmoil in her heart. But Wang Chong didn't take it to heart; he was already aware that Medea was gradually becoming more and more attached to him under the dual influence of his manipulation and the "Shared Fate."

The fact that Medea is still struggling with her feelings, instead of trying to push me away like before, proves a lot.

"Alright, everyone quiet down."

Hearing the pirates' repeated pleas for mercy, Wang Chong grew impatient. With a casual remark, he instantly silenced the pirates.

No one dared to provoke the other party at this time; they were all more well-behaved than students in school.

"I will only say this once: since you have chosen to surrender, from this moment on, according to the rules of pirates, you are my subordinates, and your life and death are entirely in my hands."

Wang Chong slowly said:

"Keep your little schemes to yourselves. Every little thing you do will be seen through by my watchful eye. From today onwards, if I say east, you must never go west; if I say south, you must never go north."

“Even if my orders are to send you to your deaths, you must obey them, because your foolish brains simply cannot comprehend my wisdom and my power.”

"If there are no objections to the above, then we can bring it on board now. Of course, if there are any objections, we can raise them now, but to save time..."

Wang Chong's right hand once again condensed white battle qi, and then with a wave of his hand, the surrounding space shattered!

"Meow~" Seemingly sensing its owner's apology and tenderness, the canned food hummed softly, its tense body finally relaxing. It nestled comfortably in Padofelis's warm arms, purring contentedly.

“This is your mental object, Pado.” Wang Chen looked at the heartwarming scene before him and said with a knowing smile, “Moreover, it is probably the only one among all mental objects that could be brought into the real world.”

Wang Chen knew very well that the cat in the can had never actually existed in reality. It was more like an extension of Padofelis's inner will, a projection of a part of Padofelis's unique personality.

This is why the canned food was never seen in the previous flashbacks to the memory space. After all, it didn't originate from memory, but from Padofelis's own will to exist.

Therefore, only in a pure space of consciousness, such as the Paradise of the Past or the Sacred Mark Space, can the can separate from Padma and fully materialize. Are you in Yonglin? Are you free? Is Lin here yet...?

"Huh? Canned food... can I bring it into the real world?" Padofelis was stunned when she heard this. She looked down at the docile cat in her arms, and her eyes instantly lit up with an incredulous and delighted light.

Originally, Pado thought that since there was canned food to keep her company, she could tolerate staying in this space for several days. Now she actually has the opportunity to take her out?

"Since it can move freely within the Stigmata Space, it can be considered a special Stigmata consciousness. Theoretically, any Stigmata consciousness should be able to use the ability of 'Ascension' to construct a temporary physical body in the real world..."

As Wang Chen analyzed, he turned his gaze to the Alaya Consciousness standing quietly not far away. He paused, then asked the girl who controlled this space and iterated on the Feathering ability, "Alaya Consciousness, following Yae Sakura's pen, embark on an adventure in Tianyu Literature called 'The Villain's Journey Starting from the Type-Moon World.' Achieving this shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"..." Alaya consciousness did not answer immediately. She first slowly approached Padphilis, her purple eyes focusing on the brown cat in her arms, her gaze like a sophisticated scanner, carefully "inspecting" it with a scrutinizing meaning.

After a moment, she nodded slightly and said in her usual calm and even voice:

"The logic is feasible. However, in practice, we still need to perform corresponding data sampling and structure analysis, and then carry out targeted iterative adaptation of the 'feathering' function."

"How long will it take to get it done?" Wang Chen pressed.

"Based on existing resources and computing power..." Alaya consciousness gave a precise answer, "It is estimated that it can be resolved in about three to four hours."

"Did you hear that, Pado?"

A relieved smile appeared on Wang Chen's face as he turned to the beaming girl:

“Since the Alaya consciousness says there’s no problem, then this matter will definitely succeed. You can take the canned food with you when you go out, so you won’t be too bored when you’re with Su. It will keep you entertained.”

“Hehe… Boss Chen,” Padofelis hugged the canned food, her eyes crinkling into crescents with laughter, and scratched her head a little shyly, “You’re suddenly being so nice to us, letting us go out and helping the canned food out of trouble… We feel so warm inside, it’s almost unsettling.”

"when--"

"Ouch!" A crisp flick landed precisely on Pado's forehead, and she immediately covered the spot where she had been flicked, looking aggrieved.

"Look at what you're saying, making it sound like I abused you before. You deserve to be punished..." Wang Chen withdrew his finger, feigning seriousness and putting on a stern face. Although Padofelis clutched her head and cried out in pain, she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes.

Afterwards, Wang Chen couldn't help but let out a big yawn, a wave of fatigue washing over him, and said:

"Alright, I need to get some rest too. Wait for my call after dawn. In the meantime, Pado, you should stay with Alaya-vijnana and learn and master the ability of 'Ascension' so that it can manifest in reality when the time comes."

After giving his instructions, Wang Chen's figure gradually faded away and he left the Sacred Mark Space, under the watchful eyes of Padofilis, Alaya-vijnana, and Fimiris, who had also drifted over at some unknown time.

"Huh? I feel like I've forgotten something..."

Fimillis tilted her head, blinked in confusion, and a few seconds later, she suddenly slapped her forehead, her little face instantly turning red with anger.

"Ah—! You wicked captain! You big liar! You promised Fimiris you'd have a passionate sporting contest tonight! Why did you sneak off to sleep all by yourself?!"

She waved her little fist in the direction Wang Chen disappeared, but he had already returned to reality and fallen asleep.

"Bad captain! Super bad guy!" Fimiris stomped her feet in anger, but she knew it was not good to wake him up in reality. So she angrily tossed her head and her figure disappeared from the Holy Mark space in a flash.

In the vast space, only Padofilis, holding a can of food in her arms and still looking somewhat bewildered, and Alaya-vijnana beside her, who looked indifferent, as if none of the commotion had ever happened.

……

"Yawn, I feel like I forgot something yesterday..."

The first rays of morning sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, gently falling on Wang Chen's face and waking him from his light sleep.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes, trying hard to recall everything that had happened yesterday...

The conversation in the Stigmata Space, Padre's joy, his explanations and promises to Padre... he should have done almost everything he needed to.

But Wang Chen always felt that he had missed some important person or thing, which left him with a vague sense of unease after waking up.

"Mmmmmm—"

Just then, a plaintive murmur came from beneath her, accompanied by the soft rustling of fabric.

Wang Chen was startled and looked down sharply, only to find that his "Kurikara" was being firmly restrained by a warm force.

Then he saw that Femilis was lying between his legs, her little face pressed against his waist and abdomen, her expression aggrieved and reproachful.

Her slender hands tightly wrapped around Wang Chen's "Kurikara," and the nimble demon tail also coiled up, rhythmically applying pressure as if silently accusing him.

"Hiss—Fimilis, Rita and Bianca are right there too!" Wang Chen was startled by this sudden "morning attack" and quickly lowered his voice to remind her.

He glanced instinctively to his side; Rita and Bianca were still fast asleep with their eyes closed, the soft morning light outlining their serene profiles, but slight trembling suggested they might wake up at any moment.

"Who told the captain to go back on his word!"

Fimiris puffed out her cheeks, increased the pressure in her hands, and tightened the coils of her tail around her neck.

"You promised someone something, but then you forgot about it right away, umm..."

As she moved, "Kurikara" quickly became engorged and erect, sending a throbbing pain through her.

"Hiss—I couldn't very well have brought you along last night," Wang Chen gasped, trying to suppress his discomfort as he explained, "I couldn't have done it in front of Pado, could I?"

He noticed that the two women beside him were breathing slightly more rapidly, their delicate bodies trembling unconsciously, clearly disturbed, so he quickly added:

"...I will not go back on my promise. Let's wait for a suitable time to fulfill it, okay? If you make any more noise now and really wake Rita and Bianca up...do you think you can win against them in this competition?"

Chapter 524 A Room Full of Atmosphere

"System, is it true that my [Blessing of the Sea God A+] can only effectively influence a maximum radius of about one hundred nautical miles?"

Wang Chong shifted his attention away from Medea and began communicating with the system in his mind.

"Yes, host," the system's voice responded. "Beyond this distance, we can only make vague senses at most. We can no longer manipulate the pirate ship's course by precisely guiding ocean currents, or create the effect of high or low tides, as we did before."

Indeed, whether it was the sudden high tide last night that caused the house to leak, or the pirate ships that "happened" to arrive here this morning, it was all the result of Wang Chong's careful planning using the [Sea God's Blessing A+] ability.

As early as yesterday when he went out to sea to fish, Wang Chong discovered that his skill could not only create a space isolated from the seawater for himself and achieve high-speed movement in the sea, but also actively control the ocean currents, thereby indirectly affecting the rise and fall of tides and the direction of ocean currents.

However, this controllability decreases sharply with increasing distance. Once it exceeds the limit of 100 nautical miles in radius, its influence becomes almost negligible.

"Host, be content," the system added. "Even a sea god in the ordinary world, who could continuously control an entire sea area within a radius of one hundred nautical miles, might not be able to do it as easily as you. This skill, after being enhanced by the system, is already quite effective."

"It doesn't feel as good as... the third form of the Poseidon's Golden Halberd..."

"Shh!" The system immediately issued a stern warning, its tone grave, "Watch your words! Host! Beware of attacks from outside the boundary! You can't say things like that!"

Wang Chong chuckled inwardly, ceasing his teasing of the system. To him, the current [Sea God's Blessing A+] was indeed just a reasonably useful tool. His truly all-powerful trump card lay in his dilapidated black mist and Originium energy.

Thinking of the dilapidated black mist, Wang Chong's brows furrowed slightly again. The stubbornness of the sacred sealing power residing within his body far exceeded his expectations.

Although the dilapidated black mist could devour it, each devouring was like trading one's life for another, resulting in a huge loss of its own energy. It almost had to "damage itself to the point of near-total destruction" to wear down even a little bit of the seal.

This prevents him from continuously activating the purification and devouring mode, and he must allow the dilapidated black mist enough time to recover.

This unexpected situation greatly slowed down his progress in breaking the seal. At this rate, he probably wouldn't be able to deploy the pre-planned Servants to the various key islands before Ritsuka and the others arrived.

"It seems our only hope lies in the dimensional house's portal that transcends space and time."

Wang Chong immediately adjusted his strategy in his mind:

"I need to find a way to contact those people who stayed in Chaldea as soon as possible and get them all back to the Dimensional House. Then I can change the coordinates of the portal that the Dimensional House opened and locate this sea area directly."

Just as Wang Chong was pondering how to contact the Chaldea Servants, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching him.

"Stop." Wang Chong said calmly, and the people behind him immediately stood still like standard-bearers.

Wang Chong turned around and saw a pirate with a missing eye wearing an eyepatch, his face covered in sweat, as if he was afraid that he had not done something right.

"What's the matter?"

Wang Chong asked calmly.

"Boss, your and your wife's room has been prepared," the pirate said hurriedly.

"I...I'm not..." Upon hearing that she had been mistaken for Wang Chong's wife, Medea's face immediately turned bright red. It was unclear whether she was ashamed or angry, but she hurriedly denied it.

"Alright, take me to see it." Wang Chong smiled playfully, interrupting Medea and ordering the pirate in front of him to lead him and Medea into the cabin.

……

Upon entering the room, a huge trophy immediately catches the eye: a tuna that has been preserved as a specimen and is hanging on the wall as a symbol of good luck.

The surrounding tables were decorated with all sorts of jewels and corals, which seemed to have been found from nowhere. Under the candlelight, they shimmered and sparkled.

Finally, the enormous bed was on display, its white bedding spotless, as if it had just been changed into brand new clothes.

The sheets and blankets, which should have been white, turned slightly pink when Wang Chong got closer.

It wasn't that the sheets and blankets were soiled by someone, but rather that pink corals were placed on either side of the headboard, each inlaid with two pink luminous pearls, casting a pinkish-purple filter over the entire space, making it look incredibly ambiguous.

Wang Chong surveyed the room's style, especially the design around the bed. He couldn't help but smile, turning to the still somewhat apprehensive one-eyed pirate, and asked:

Who designed these?

"M-Sir, this is my design. I wonder if you are satisfied with it?" The one-eyed pirate said, barely daring to breathe, his voice trembling slightly.

"Oh? You designed it? Why did you design it this way?" Wang Chong's words were devoid of any emotion, and an invisible pressure weighed on the one-eyed pirate.

"Gulp—" The one-eyed pirate swallowed hard. He wasn't sure whether Wang Chong's words indicated satisfaction or dissatisfaction with his work.

It's important to understand that these two drastically different attitudes will determine what he should say. If he says the wrong thing, what awaits him is either death or utter ruin.

The one-eyed pirate gritted his teeth, ultimately gambling that the other party would approve of his work. Otherwise, if his work wasn't satisfactory, the other party wouldn't waste time on oral sex and could simply kill him.

He immediately said, "That's because I saw how much you love your wife, Boss. When you attacked us just now, you did your best to protect her and not let her suffer the slightest harm."

"But Madam seems a little reserved... So I think you'll need a fun room like this to help strengthen the bond between you and your wife."

"Boss, your and your wife's room has been prepared," the pirate said hurriedly.

"I...I'm not..." Upon hearing that she had been mistaken for Wang Chong's wife, Medea's face immediately turned bright red. It was unclear whether she was ashamed or angry, but she hurriedly denied it.

"Alright, take me to see it." Wang Chong smiled playfully, interrupting Medea and ordering the pirate in front of him to lead him and Medea into the cabin.

……

Upon entering the room, a huge trophy immediately catches the eye: a tuna that has been preserved as a specimen and is hanging on the wall as a symbol of good luck.

The surrounding tables were decorated with all sorts of jewels and corals, which seemed to have been found from nowhere. Under the candlelight, they shimmered and sparkled.

Finally, the enormous bed was on display, its white bedding spotless, as if it had just been changed into brand new clothes.

The sheets and blankets, which should have been white, turned slightly pink when Wang Chong got closer.

It wasn't that the sheets and blankets were soiled by someone, but rather that pink corals were placed on either side of the headboard, each inlaid with two pink luminous pearls, casting a pinkish-purple filter over the entire space, making it look incredibly ambiguous.

Wang Chong surveyed the room's style, especially the design around the bed. He couldn't help but smile, turning to the still somewhat apprehensive one-eyed pirate, and asked:

Who designed these?

"M-Sir, this is my design. I wonder if you are satisfied with it?" The one-eyed pirate said, barely daring to breathe, his voice trembling slightly.

"Oh? You designed it? Why did you design it this way?" Wang Chong's words were devoid of any emotion, and an invisible pressure weighed on the one-eyed pirate.