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

But… to take that final step, to give up her first kiss—a symbol of intimacy and commitment? Medea's inner struggle and turmoil prevented her from accepting it readily at this moment. She needed time to unravel this surging, incredibly complex vortex of emotions.

But what good would turning her head away do? Did the other person really want to kiss her? What could her weak resistance possibly stop?

This thought, like a cold reality, instantly extinguished Medea's last shred of strength to struggle. This almost futile evasion was more like a silent submission to her chaotic emotions and the situation she couldn't control.

In fact, this gesture itself was almost an admission of tacit consent to Wang Chong's subsequent demands.

Inside the cabin, the candlelight flickered, elongating and overlapping their close-up shadows on the wall, filling the air with a silent tension and ambiguous stillness.

Chapter 527 Which one do you hope is true?

The two figures almost overlapped in the flickering candlelight, and the air was thick with an ambiguous atmosphere, everything seemed to point to that inevitable ending.

Medea's legs instinctively tightened slightly inward, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, almost bursting through the thin layer of flesh and bone.

This was absolutely the moment her heart raced most uncontrollably in her entire life. Even as reason repeatedly reminded her that she was "not ready" and "shouldn't do this," even as she felt like she was being pushed along by an invisible force...

But when she caught a glimpse of those increasingly close lips out of the corner of her eye, something deep inside her seemed to be burning with desire, eager to burst forth.

It's coming... it's really coming...

Medea was so nervous that she could no longer look directly at him. Her long eyelashes trembled violently, like the wings of a startled butterfly. Finally, she closed her eyes tightly, as if resigned to her fate, waiting for the touch that both terrified and secretly anticipated to arrive.

"...So, which of these two reasons do you think is the real reason?"

"Huh?"

However, the expected soft touch did not land on her lips. Instead, Wang Chong's voice, tinged with a mocking laugh, rang out, saying things completely unrelated to her current state of mind.

The lips that were about to cover her suddenly stopped their approach and instead calmly created distance.

Seeing Medea open her eyes blankly, her gaze still unconsciously following his lips, Wang Chong's smile deepened.

He leisurely extended his finger, a hint of amusement in it, and gently pressed it against Medea's soft, warm lips, asking in a low voice:

"What's wrong? Do you... really want me to kiss you?"

"you you……!"

Medea then belatedly realized what was happening!

It turned out that the situation that had almost disturbed her mind, along with those burning words, was just a carefully staged performance by Wang Chong to pave the way for another "reason"!

A strong sense of being mocked overwhelmed her instantly, and shame and indignation surged like flames to her head.

Medea felt the pressure of the other person's finger on her lips, and almost instinctively she opened her mouth, wanting to bite that hateful finger hard to vent her anger.

But Wang Chong reacted with lightning speed. The instant her teeth fell, his fingers were already nimbly withdrawn, and he smoothly withdrew from the oppressive wall-slamming position, regaining his composed standing posture.

"I've already given you the reason," Wang Chong said calmly, as if nothing had happened. "As for which one is true and which one is false, that's for you to judge."

After saying that, Wang Chong stopped looking at her, turned around decisively, and strode straight towards the door of the room.

Just as his hand touched the door, about to leave, he suddenly stopped, turned his face to the side, a meaningful smile curving his lips, and left behind a final, light yet deeply moving statement:

"However... compared to which of these two reasons is true and which is false... Medea, deep down... which one do you prefer to be true and which one is false?"

"I expect...? What do you mean I expect! Stop spouting such incomprehensible nonsense!" Medea was both ashamed and angry, her voice trembling slightly from the turmoil of her emotions.

The only response she received was a series of low, enigmatic laughs from Wang Chong.

"Hehehe..."

The laughter abruptly stopped with the slight creak of the door closing, and his figure completely disappeared into the shadows of the corridor outside.

After confirming that Wang Chong had left, Medea's tense back instantly gave way, and she slowly slid down the cold wall, eventually kneeling helplessly on the ground.

The scenes just now—Wang Chong's deep voice, his burning breath, his teasing eyes, and that last question that went straight to the heart—were like countless circling birds, repeatedly crashing and chirping in her chaotic mind, stirring her emotions like boiling water, from which she could not calm down for a long time.

Why...why?

She wasn't violated, she wasn't forcibly kissed by that man... This should be something to be thankful for, something to breathe a sigh of relief about, shouldn't it?

The truth was clear enough to be almost cruel: that man had been cruelly toying with her from beginning to end, yes, that must be it! How could he possibly like her?

He was his enemy… a prisoner he had captured… He must have wanted to torture him by any means necessary, to make him suffer terribly…

Medea still clearly remembered what Wang Chong had said—he wanted her to relive all the bitterness of the thorny path of becoming the "betrayal witch"...

Therefore, the first reason, the one that coldly treats her as an object, best reflects Wang Chong's true nature... and is the most truthful...

That's for the best...isn't that how it should be? The distinction between friend and foe is clear. She's a prisoner, so she should be aware of her place and not harbor any unrealistic fantasies...

But...but...

Why? Why is this feeling of loss so clear and so heavy in my heart right now?

"...Medea, which do you prefer to be true, and which to be false?"

These words, as if under a spell, echoed and reverberated in Medea's empty mind, refusing to leave.

Did he see through her? Did he see through the chaotic turmoil in her heart that even she dared not delve into? Did he intend to take advantage of this bewildered emotion?

Medea's purple eyes were filled with an overwhelming sense of confusion and bewilderment. No one could give her an answer; she was alone in the silent cabin, torn and entangled by countless chaotic thoughts.

……

Time flows silently, and before we know it, it's afternoon. Are you reciting poems about plum blossoms? Are you in the forest...?

The search for supplies on the island is basically complete, and the reserves of food and fresh water are quite sufficient.

Soon, the battle-hardened pirate ship raised its sails again, and its massive hull slowly sailed away from the island, once again embracing the vast ocean.

Wang Chong stood at the bow, his gaze calmly scrutinizing the unfolded nautical chart. He was methodically directing the crew to adjust the course, their target the Pterodactyl Island marked on the chart.

Choosing to go to the Island of the Wyverns was a crucial step in Wang Chong's plan: his next target was to hunt down the noble virgin goddess Artemis.

He had to acquire this goddess before Ritsuka and her group arrived. Otherwise, once Ritsuka and the others met the goddess and added her to their party, it would be much more difficult to make a move.

"Ding--"

The system notification sounded in Wang Chong's mind at just the right moment.

"You have completed the fate branch of [Shared Fate: Jason]: Gather your companions and set sail."

"This branch corresponds to the pivotal moment when Jason sought out craftsmen to build the legendary ship Agor in search of the Golden Fleece, and gathered 50 heroes to embark on an adventure together. It is also the beginning of the famous legendary Agor expedition."

"Host, you have just gathered your companions and embarked on a voyage with a ship, perfectly aligning with this pivotal moment in your destiny. Therefore, you have received this branch's gift: the item [Heroic Spirit Recruitment Order]."

"Item [Heroic Spirit Summoning Order] Effect: Can summon heroic spirits with whom you have a deep bond to your side. The deeper the bond, the greater the chance of success. Can be summoned once a day."

A faint light flashed in his palm, and an ancient-looking token, shimmering with a dim glow, appeared out of thin air.

"This thing..." Wang Chong weighed the token in his hand, his tone tinged with a hint of disdain and criticism, "It's better than nothing. The summoning efficiency is nowhere near as quick as opening the door to the Dimensional House directly. Hopefully, with the rewards doubled, its functionality will see some substantial improvement."

He casually tossed the token back into the system space, clearly showing little interest.

"But host, there aren't many Servants left in the Dimensional House right now, are there?" the system's slightly puzzled voice sounded. "Even if you open the Dimensional Gate now, you might not be able to gather enough people immediately."

“Simple, just tell them to come and assemble.” Wang Chong replied confidently, a smile playing on his lips. “And as for how to notify them… I already have an idea.”

With a slight thought, he took out a peculiar prop from the system space that looked very much like a modern tablet.

"System, do you remember this?" Wang Chong tapped the smooth surface of the tablet lightly with his fingertip.

"【Daughter Summoning Device】?!" The system's voice revealed surprise. "I almost forgot about this amazing device! It will make communication so much easier!"

“I remember Medusa was on the list of daughters,” Wang Chong confirmed. “Perfect, let her be the spokesperson, responsible for gathering everyone and conveying my plans and instructions.”

As he spoke, he carefully put away the [Daughter Summoner]. The deck was bustling with people, clearly not a suitable place for such confidential communication.

Of course, going back to her own room wasn't an option either, as the troubled Medea was still inside.

Chapter 528 Interrogation Room + Prison Cell = ?

"One-eyed dragon! One-eyed dragon!" Wang Chong shouted.

"Boss... Boss! I'm here! What are your orders!" Upon hearing this special nickname, the one-eyed pirate immediately scrambled over and stood respectfully at attention.

"Does your ship have any of those..." Wang Chong asked tentatively, "...a secluded dark room? Or a room with excellent soundproofing?"

If he could find such a place, he could proceed with his next steps with peace of mind. Otherwise, he would have to wait until late at night, when all was quiet, to try and make contact.

"Yes, yes! I was just about to introduce you to him, boss..." Upon hearing this, the one-eyed pirate immediately flashed a knowing, slightly lewd smile, and hurriedly nodded and bowed, "This way, please..."

As he spoke, the one-eyed pirate eagerly led Wang Chong down the deck again and into the depths of the ship's cabin.

……

"Hehe, sir, we've arrived."

The one-eyed pirate, holding a dim oil lamp, led the way and explained, his voice sounding somewhat muffled in the narrow passage.

"Our ship was originally a transport ship used by the Kingdom of Spain to transport serious criminals to island prisons. So, at the very bottom of this ship's hold, there are several specially made cells and interrogation rooms."

Pushing open a heavy iron door, a chilling aura, a mixture of rust, mildew, and a strong stench of blood, rushed out.

The dim light barely illuminated the room: rusty but still menacing chains and hooks hung on the walls, and various grotesque instruments of torture were piled up in the corners.

Dark brown, not-yet-dry bloodstains still clung to the ground and some of the equipment, silently recounting the cruelty that had recently unfolded there. The air itself seemed to be thick with the painful, bloody stench.

Wang Chong didn't even frown. His gaze swept over the fully equipped "workshop," and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

The one-eyed pirate glanced at Wang Chong's expression and was secretly pleased: Sure enough, powerful figures like him often know how to appreciate the "wonder" and "pleasure" of these instruments of torture.

"And then..." the one-eyed pirate continued, as if showing off a treasure, "this place became our special place to entertain our prisoners... Every time we fought with other pirate groups, we would bring the tough guys we captured here to chat. Hehe, it also added a lot of fun for the brothers."

"Think about it, those guys who were as stubborn as rocks at first, but in the end they were crying and begging for mercy...tsk tsk, that feeling was incredibly satisfying...sir, don't you think?"

“It’s a nice place…” Wang Chong nodded slightly and added in a calm tone, “However, it would be best to have it thoroughly cleaned. Otherwise, it might breed disease and infect the brothers on the ship, which would be a great loss.”

"Yes, yes, yes! Boss, you've thought it through perfectly! It was my oversight!" The one-eyed pirate hurriedly nodded and bowed. "I'll go arrange for men and tools to be prepared right away, and we'll clean up this damned place... uh, this treasure land!"

“Okay.” Wang Chong waved his hand. “Go and gather the men and prepare the tools to wait on the deck. I need to stay here by myself… to ‘study’ these little gadgets. You can come down and clean them up after I go up.”

"Understood!" The one-eyed pirate dared not ask any more questions, immediately accepted the order, and turned to leave the interrogation room that exuded an ominous aura.

Once he confirmed that the one-eyed pirate's footsteps had completely disappeared at the end of the passage, Wang Chong twitched his fingertips, and a wisp of invisible Originium energy quietly seeped out, clinging to the doorway and key points of the passage like a spider web, silently monitoring the surrounding movements.

Only after ensuring everything was absolutely safe did Wang Chong cautiously take out the [Daughter Summoning Device] again.

The pale blue screen lit up, and Wang Chong's fingers moved quickly and steadily across it. "You're in Yongyou, you're not free, Lin Zaizai, are you not here..."

Soon, the communication was established, and he began to clearly and concisely convey to the little Medusa on the other end what had happened since he arrived at the singularity.

He then told Medusa his meticulous plan and the specific time to meet at the Dimensional House, so that she could prepare.

After the call ended, Wang Chong quickly retracted the summoner into his system space, as if he had never taken it out at all.

“Now…” Wang Chong murmured, his gaze sweeping once more over the room filled with blood and pain, and the several dark cells next to it, “we’re just waiting for night to fall.”

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, carrying a cruel gleam in his eyes.

"Heh, this is truly a rare and wonderful place... who knows, it might come in handy someday... hopefully it will bring some interesting pleasure then."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the interrogation room. The heavy iron door slowly closed behind him, shutting out the eerie darkness. He walked steadily up the corridor, heading back towards the deck bathed in the afternoon sun.

……

Night fell quickly, and the dark sky swallowed the horizon. Just then, the sound of rushing water churning echoed from the cabin.

Medea once again carried a basin of hot water to Wang Chong. The water in the basin was carefully boiled and patiently waited for to cool to the right temperature.

She silently knelt down and began to perform the humiliating task she was given—washing the man's feet.

This was the second time she had done this. Although the deep-seated shame of being forced had not completely subsided, perhaps out of habit, her movements were less stiff and resistant than before.

It can only be said that Medea had no choice but to accept this forced service.

This time, Wang Chong acted out of character, refraining from verbal sarcasm or exerting invisible pressure as he had done before.

He simply sat silently, his gaze perhaps fixed on some distant point in the void, letting Medea finish what she was doing. Once her feet were clean, he lay down on the bed without a word.

This unexpected calm brought Medea a secret sigh of relief. It seemed that tonight's service, at least the foot-washing part, had gone much more easily than she had expected.

However, the sense of relief was fleeting. After Medea poured out the remaining water and tidied herself up, a heavy gloom settled back onto her face.

The foot bath was just the prelude; the real "main event" of the night—being served as a human-shaped body pillow—had only just begun.

"Come on up."

When those three words clearly reached her ears, Medea's delicate body trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

She knew that resistance was pointless, and her inner struggle lasted only a moment before she resigned herself to her fate, lowered her head, and silently climbed onto the spacious bed.

Time ticked by in the stagnant air. Medea lay stiffly on her side beside Wang Chong, her back to him, trying to create an invisible distance between them.

She closed her eyes tightly, afraid to turn around, as if that would allow her to escape what was about to happen. All her senses were on high alert, waiting for those arms that might reach out and tighten around her, waiting to once again become that immobile "pillow" in the other person's arms.