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

"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. A wrong word could mean either death or utter ruin. (The last two lines are a nonsensical string of characters and don't translate directly.)

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.

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.

Chapter 525 Two Reasons

As the one-eyed pirate was about to collapse, sweat dripped onto the floor with a soft sound. Then, a voice asked, "From today onwards, you are the third-in-command on this ship... in charge of all matters on board."

The voice remained calm, yet it relieved the immense pressure as if it were a pardon.

"Ah...?" The one-eyed pirate was slightly taken aback, then a surge of joy welled up inside him. His one eye widened in disbelief. He immediately reacted, kneeling on one knee, his voice trembling with excitement: "Yes!"

“You’re very smart. There are many things I shouldn’t need to remind you of. Go ahead. Before we set sail, don’t let anyone else bother me,” Wang Chong said slowly, waving him away with a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction in his tone.

"Yes!" The one-eyed pirate replied, bowing as if granted a pardon, his steps much lighter. He immediately left the room. It turned out he had made the right gamble; his actions were exactly what his newly recognized leader wanted.

As for being the third in command, the one-eyed pirate understood the implication. Wang Chong was undoubtedly the leader, and the second in command could only be that woman.

He knew perfectly well that the positions of these two men were unshakeable, and that he only needed to manage the shipping operations.

"Whatever, I can basically control the entire pirate crew except for the boss. Damn it, that former boss deserved to die, you dog who complained about me being crippled."

He grinned, a vengeful glint in his single eye.

After the one-eyed pirate stepped out of the cabin, he began humming a tune that was off-key but full of smugness, as he prepared to order his former comrades around.

His footsteps slammed on the deck with a confident sound, as if he could already see himself giving orders.

Regardless of what the pirates were doing, the perspective shifted back to Wang Chong. Inside the room, the candlelight remained dim, a pinkish-purple halo enveloping everything.

Surprisingly, Wang Chong released Medea at this moment, no longer forcibly holding her. Instead, he turned around, sat directly on the bed, patted the soft mattress, and said:

"It's a very nice place, quiet and comfortable. Let's use this as a temporary residence until we find the Agor and settle accounts with it." The tone was casual, but it carried an undeniable decision.

"And what about me...?" Medea's voice was barely audible. She stood there, her fingers nervously clutching the hem of her skirt, her eyes lowered, unable to look him in the eye. She was torn between fear of being in the same room with him and fear of the dangers outside.

Medea, who had remained silent for some time, took a deep breath, as if summoning all her courage, and looked directly at the other person. Her eyes held a mixture of pleading and stubbornness.

"You?" Wang Chong chuckled as if he had heard a joke, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Where do you think you can sleep besides staying here? What? Crammed in with those pirates?"

He deliberately dragged out his words, as if stating an absurd possibility.

Medea's face turned pale instantly, as if all the blood had been drained from her. She involuntarily took a half step back, revealing her instinctive resistance.

Just imagining the pirates' greedy eyes and the filthy cabins made her shake her head; clearly, she wouldn't live with them.

“That’s it…” Wang Chong patted the bed, gesturing for her to come closer, and then said, “Besides, don’t even think about getting another room prepared for you… If you move out on your own, it’ll be sending a signal to those pirates outside…”

He paused for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to settle.

“Our relationship is not as close as it seems on the surface. At first, they might not have dared to... but as time goes on, who knows if some audacious ones will try to test us... After all, you live outside, and without me around, it's easy for some people to take advantage of the situation, don't you think?”

The voice was low and carried a warning tone, yet it also sounded like a statement of a cruel fact.

Upon hearing Wang Chong's words, Medea lowered her head, her long hair obscuring her face, her shoulders trembling slightly as if suppressing a silent sob.

She was clearly aware of these things as well, and her last shred of hope was shattered.

"Liar..." Perhaps out of resentment, or perhaps because she had nowhere to vent her grievances, Medea's lips trembled, and in the end she could only utter this word in a soft voice, which was almost drowned out by the flickering candlelight.

"If you think what I just said was a lie, then go ahead and try it." Wang Chong didn't indulge Medea, his tone remaining calm and even slightly mocking, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

However, Medea slowly and forcefully shook her head, as if trying to shake off some kind of illusion, her voice tinged with a barely perceptible sob: "You said you weren't interested in me... Liar." She finally voiced the question that had been swirling in her mind for so long, her gaze fixed on Wang Chong, trying to find a flaw in his face.

"You gave so many reasons, but in the end..." Medea took a deep breath, as if using all her strength, and smiled sadly, a smile that appeared particularly fragile in the pinkish-purple halo, "...Isn't it just that you want me to sleep with you?" Her voice suddenly rose, carrying an almost desperate resolve, "So why bother with all that beating around the bush, why bother explaining so many high-sounding words? If you want it, now...now who can stop you?" Her words trembled with a hint of self-mockery and despair at the end. (The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a separate thought: "You're thinking about whether you, Lin Zaizai, have time...")

Hearing Medea's almost open statement, Wang Chong was not angry at all. Instead, he seemed to have discovered something interesting. He gazed at Medea's beautiful yet stubborn appearance at this moment. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but she was holding back her tears. That contradictory and vulnerable appearance made him feel an impulse to freeze this scene and keep it forever.

"What a... quite a fine expression." Wang Chong silently admired her in his heart, his body already moving. He stood up straight, took a step, and walked unhurriedly towards Medea, who was leaning against the wall, speaking as he went, his voice deep and magnetic:

“I see… Is that what you were thinking?” He stopped just a step away from Medea, leaning slightly closer to close the distance between them. “Then listen carefully, Medea. I will tell you why I did this. But…” He paused deliberately, creating suspense, “I will tell you two reasons, one true and one false, and you can judge for yourself which is true and which is false…”

"Huh?" Medea looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. Why tell her two reasons? And why make her distinguish between the true and false? This was even more unsettling than simply giving her the answer.

Wang Chong ignored her questions, looking down at the elven girl who was a head shorter than him. His eyes, cold and sharp in the candlelight, stated clearly, "First reason: I still have absolutely no interest in you." His words pierced Medea like icicles. "The reason I did this is simply because no one would refuse a free, warm pillow by their bedside. You like to hug a pillow when you sleep, don't you?" His icy gaze seemed to penetrate her soul. "In my eyes, besides being an enemy prisoner, you are nothing more than an object that brings me some convenience and pleasure. You can be my maid, or a pillow to warm my bed, nothing more. Do you understand?" He had reduced her value to dust.

Such blatant and cruel words sent a shockwave through Medea, as if she had been punched hard. Shame and humiliation surged into her heart like a tidal wave, instantly overwhelming her. Could it be... could it be that her place in his heart was really just a useful, soulless pillow? Was all that subtle flirting before and this forceful attempt to hold on just for this? Her slender fingers unconsciously clenched, her knuckles turning white, and her body trembled slightly.

Medea's fleeting expression—shock, hurt, humiliation—was not missed by Wang Chong. The smile on his lips deepened slightly, as if he were admiring a vivid painting. Then, he took a deep breath, his tone suddenly shifting, becoming low and full of emotion:

“And the second reason…” His voice softened considerably, carrying a strange allure.

Medea was startled, her gaze involuntarily drawn to this sudden change. When she met Wang Chong's eyes again, she was surprised to find that his eyes, which had been as cold as ice and devoid of any warmth, were now like a melting pool, revealing an indescribable, almost tender focus.

“Just as you said, I’m a liar…” Wang Chong admitted frankly, his smile carrying a hint of helplessness and a deeper self-mockery.

"...What?" Medea was clearly caught off guard by this turn of events, her mind going blank for a moment. In that instant of shock, she was horrified to see Wang Chong's figure suddenly loom larger in her field of vision—he was approaching her! Medea panicked and instinctively shrank back, her back slamming heavily against the cold bulkhead, with nowhere left to retreat.

"What's wrong? Why are you afraid?" Wang Chong chuckled softly, his steps unwavering until they were so close they could hear each other's breaths. He reached out, his large hand slamming against the wall beside Medea's head, completely sealing off the space to her left. He lowered his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against her bangs, his voice even lower, with a seductive magnetism: "You clearly anticipated this, didn't you? I am indeed... very interested in you now..." He paused deliberately, savoring Medea's suddenly widened pupils and rapid breathing, before slowly finishing, "No... to be more precise..."

"I like you very much, Medea..."

"!!!"

Chapter 526 I Like You, Medea

Medea felt as if her heart had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand and then suddenly released. The violent pounding made her eardrums ring, and her whole body went limp, almost sliding down the wall.

Those words exploded like a thunderclap in her chaotic thoughts. "You are singing, you are in the forest, you are in the forest, you are not here..."

Wang Chong maintained the position of trapping her between the wall and his own shadow, continuing to speak in his deep, clear voice, each word striking her taut nerves:

"The reason I used so many seemingly reasonable reasons to keep you by my side is simply..." He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "...I like you."

"It was the same when I held you tightly in the main hall before," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "I loved holding you like that, Medea... feeling your presence."

"Afraid you'll fall off the bed and splash dirty water?" Wang Chong chuckled and shook his head. "That's a lie too. The real reason is... I really love the way you look when you're sleeping nestled against me, Medea. So peaceful, so serene, so... adorable."

“Whether I’m making things difficult for you or being indifferent to you,” Wang Chong continued, his gaze fixed on her eyes, “it was all a performance I deliberately put on. The purpose… was simply to attract your attention, to make you focus more on me…”

Then, Wang Chong's voice took on an almost straightforward earnest tone, and he said very seriously:

"Because... I not only hope that I like you... but I also hope that one day, you will like me too..."

This string of passionate, straightforward, and even somewhat clumsy and nauseating words of love, like a dense drumbeat, crashed into Medea's ears without warning.

Her elf ears, starting from the tips, quickly spread a crimson blush like the sunset, almost burning hot. Her brain, too, was in a state of unprecedented chaos and paralysis.

These words may seem too blunt and awkward to modern people, but for a princess who lived in ancient times, had a conservative personality, and had a simple emotional experience, their impact and appeal were almost irresistible.

"What...what nonsense are you spouting..." Medea's voice was weak and barely audible, trembling with disbelief.

It wasn't that she couldn't understand; on the contrary, she almost instinctively and uncontrollably rewound and replayed the experiences of the past two days in her mind!

Wang Chong's words and actions, sometimes cold and sometimes ambiguous, and his seemingly difficult but actually subtly protective behavior, were surprisingly consistent with his words of "liking" and "attracting attention" at this moment!

This realization only made Medea more panicked. She felt that Wang Chong must have gone mad, and what was even more terrifying was that she felt she might be going mad along with him...

They're clearly enemies with opposing stances! Why would he suddenly say he "likes" me? And why do I... deep down, am I secretly hoping he'll offer some reasoning?

"I'm so jealous of Jason..."

Suddenly, Wang Chong abruptly changed the subject, his voice instantly filled with a chilling, undisguised anger, like a piece of ice thrown into a calm lake.

The name "Jason" acted like the most effective sobering agent, instantly pulling Medea out of her chaotic thoughts.

She froze, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her head; the biting cold made her shudder.

Then, Medea suddenly looked up, puzzled and wary, at Wang Chong: "Jealous? What do you have to be jealous of him for?"

“Of course I’m jealous…” Wang Chong’s tone was full of contempt and indignation. “What makes a guy who has no skills, is weak and spineless, worthy of… having a rare treasure like you, Medea? And even… having enjoyed your love and devotion?”

His words were like a poisoned knife, precisely piercing Jason's every weakness. At the same time, he went a step further in praising Medea, his words of praise almost stirring up her shame once more.

"Look at him, he can't even muster the courage to look me in the eye..."

Wang Chong's cold laugh was filled with extreme contempt as he continued, "Faced with the enemy, all you do is cower behind others, relying on their strength—utterly cowardly! And because your fear of me runs deep, you've repeatedly missed perfect opportunities to attack me..."

As he spoke, Wang Chong's voice suddenly turned fierce, filled with murderous intent:

"What's most unforgivable is that he resorted to such despicable and vile means in the end! In order to save his own ridiculous life, he didn't hesitate to drag you—the one who once loved him and was willing to give everything for him—into the deep sea as well, attempting to bury both of us together!"

"To protect themselves, they can easily abandon and push even those who deeply love and trust them into the abyss..."

Wang Chong's voice lowered, and he finally let out two cold laughs, saying, "Heh... This kind of person doesn't even deserve the word 'man.' Let alone... the word 'hero.'"

After uttering these aggressive words, Wang Chong's tense and menacing expression gradually softened, and his gaze returned to Medea's face, once again replaced by that peculiar, focused gentleness.

“But you are completely different, Medea…” He spoke softly, with genuine admiration, “Although you relied on the power of that Demon King, you did indeed use your own wisdom to scheme against me, causing me to suffer a real loss, and I admit that.”

Wang Chong's eyes sharpened and became serious as he continued:

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He paused, his eyes revealing genuine admiration: "...Even if you are my enemy, I have to admire you. At that moment, your figure... captivated me."

As he spoke, Wang Chong's hand, which had been resting on the wall, involuntarily and tentatively lifted up and gently cupped Medea's fair and delicate cheek.

When Wang Chong's fingertips touched Medea's cool skin, Medea felt an indescribable, slightly numbing electric current surge from the point of contact, quickly flowing to her limbs and bones, causing her body to tremble slightly, yet strangely, she had no strength to push him away.

“Even at the very end… even though that foolish and cowardly Jason so cruelly sacrificed you, you… you were still willing to be bound to me for him, risking everything to leave with me, to board that doomed ship together. Until that bastard completely betrayed me…”

Wang Chong's thumb unconsciously brushed across her cheekbone, his voice low and full of emotion.

“Medea…” Wang Chong gazed tenderly at Medea’s bewildered and helpless eyes, and said earnestly, “It is precisely your… almost stubborn character and loyalty that fascinates me so much, and makes me so eager… to truly win your heart.”

Wang Chong spoke slowly and clearly, each word seemingly carrying a burning heat. During this process, Medea's whole body stiffened, her mind in turmoil, yet strangely, she felt no resistance to the hand that cupped her cheek.

She just subconsciously whispered, with a hint of self-loathing that she couldn't even tell if it was an explanation or self-pity: "I... am not as good as you think... I am just... just a despicable woman."

Medea tried to counteract the compliments that made her feel uneasy by belittling herself.

"Besides... no matter how much you praise me... I won't... I won't fall in love with you." She said this without any confidence, as if she were trying to convince herself.

"Why?" Wang Chong pressed immediately, pressing closer. "Is it because of Jason, who abandoned you long ago?"

Their noses almost touched, their breaths mingling completely, their warm breaths brushing against each other's faces. This extreme intimacy made Medea's heart pound like a drum, her cheeks burning, her mind blank, only able to frantically utter some meaningless syllables.

“Medea…” Wang Chong’s voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable certainty, “You should know better than anyone else in this world…that relationships are a matter between two people. From the moment he unhesitatingly pushed you to your death to protect himself, it was completely over between you and him. That path is closed.”

Wang Chong's words were like a heavy hammer, striking Medea's wounds that she was trying to escape. While she felt heartache, her obsession with Jason became lighter.

"And as I just said, he is not good enough for you, Medea."

Wang Chong continued his analysis, his gaze fixed on her eyes, and said:

"Your beauty, your intelligence, your courage, and your shining qualities even in dire straits for the one you love... all deserve someone stronger, more appreciative, and truly able to stand shoulder to shoulder with you, not a coward who would abandon you to save himself in a life-or-death situation."

"I...I..." Medea's lips moved, wanting to refute, wanting to protect the shattered illusion in her heart, but every word Wang Chong spoke was like a sharp blade, precisely piercing the deepest, unhealable wound in her heart.

The pain and resentment she felt over Jason's betrayal were now laid bare, like a poisonous thorn piercing her, drawing blood. She truly... would likely never be able to forgive Jason for that one moment of choice, even if she spent her entire life doing so.

“Medea…” Wang Chong’s voice was extremely soft, with an almost hypnotic gentleness and an irresistible guidance, “…Forget about him. You deserve everything better…including people.”

She's not ready yet!

Although Wang Chong's straightforward words assaulted her guarded heart like a storm, giving her an unprecedented flutter in her heart; although his passionate confession had an indescribable power of attack and influence on her, making her heart flutter...