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

"Boom!"

The sounds of a metallic symphony rang out one after another.

Shockingly, relying solely on her physical strength and the enhancement of that eerie black mist, Ayaka Sajou was able to withstand the opponent's exquisite and deadly swordsmanship. Every collision between her fist and palm and the blade produced a dull thud, and she was in no way at a disadvantage.

The scene before them was so intense that not only did Mary, who was fiercely battling with Ayaka Sajou, feel unbelievable pressure, but even Circe, who was watching from the sidelines, was secretly shocked.

Circe had initially harbored some reservations about Sajou Ayaka's slightly sarcastic remark about her "weak magician's body," but upon witnessing firsthand Sajou Ayaka's monstrous physical abilities that far exceeded human limits, those words of dissatisfaction vanished instantly.

Circe wisely chose to remain silent, then immediately turned his attention to another female pirate, Anne Bernie, who was also waiting for an opportunity and was armed. The two quickly engaged in combat.

Gunfire and exploding bullets rang out in succession, neither side able to gain the upper hand.

In an instant, shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the roar of energy filled the deck, igniting a fierce naval battle. Pirates fought each other, and followers displayed their unique skills, making the battle uncontrollable.

Meanwhile, Wang Chong skillfully concealed himself among his own pirates, calmly observing the overall situation and issuing brief instructions from time to time, directing his pirates to fight steadily and gradually gain the upper hand in this chaotic boarding action.

On the other side, Blackbeard Teach repeatedly tried to unleash his newly awakened terrifying gravitational vortex in an attempt to turn the tide of the battle.

However, Artemis's keen insight and powerful ranged firepower always managed to lock onto him in time. Dense moonlight arrows rained down like a downpour, suppressing his spellcasting and preventing him from gathering power smoothly.

But this powerful suppression of firepower was ultimately temporary. Artemis could clearly sense that Teach was rapidly adapting to the rhythm and power of her attacks during the battle.

Each parry or dodge appeared more composed than the last, her powerful defense and regeneration negating her advantages. It probably won't be long before her opponent fully adapts and finds a way to counter her long-range sniping.

Even more serious is that Artemis has already used her powerful Noble Phantasm multiple times today. Whether it was attacking the vortex earlier or suppressing fire at this moment, it has consumed a great deal of her magical energy and stamina.

A wave of fatigue washed over her, and her magical reserves were beginning to dwindle. With one side weakening and the other weakening, she didn't have much time left.

Artemis anxiously prayed that her companions would defeat their respective opponents quickly and come to her aid in suppressing Teach. Otherwise, she feared she would become the first key member of their force to be defeated due to exhaustion.

Meanwhile, on a sea platform far from the chaos of gunfire and the clash of swords, Medea and Hector were closely observing the intense battle on deck while exchanging intelligence in hushed tones.

Through this conversation, Medea finally understood why Hector had infiltrated the Blackbeard Pirates and the deeper reasons behind their obsession with capturing the goddess.

Chapter 565 Clash (Part 2)

Recently, a startling piece of news has been circulating wildly throughout the pirate community:

If one can successfully capture a true goddess, bring her to this mysterious sea known as the "Eye of the Tides," conduct a special sacrificial ceremony that lasts for half a month, and sacrifice her at the end of the ceremony, one can obtain the supreme blessing of the sea god.

The one who receives the blessing will become the strongest being in the entire ocean, ultimately ruling the entire sea world.

Initially, the crew of the Argonauts, including Jason, did not truly believe this almost fantastical rumor.

However, the news spread like wildfire among the various pirate crews, and a frenzy to find the goddess swept across the entire sea.

And the crew of the Agor soon learned a shocking truth from other pirate groups:

The Blackbeard Pirates have successfully captured a goddess and are currently conducting a ritual in the legendary "Eye of the Tide" sea area!

Ultimately, pressured by this news, Jason, who fantasized about obtaining divine power, had no choice but to believe the rumor's truth and sent Hector as the vanguard to infiltrate Blackbeard's pirate crew to gather information.

“During this period, Blackbeard led us to win several tough battles in a row,” Hector recounted solemnly. “Those pirate crews, large and small, that came to try to seize the ‘Blessing of the Sea God’ or to spy on our strength were either severely damaged and defeated by us or forcibly incorporated and absorbed.”

Hector paused, his tone tinged with complexity: "More importantly, Blackbeard Teach has indeed displayed some... extraordinary power. The emergence of this power forces us to re-examine the veracity of that rumor."

“I see… Since our pirate group is a newly established one, our foundation is still shallow, and our intelligence network is far less extensive than yours, so we are not very clear about these rumors circulating among the major pirate groups.”

Medea's eyes narrowed slightly after hearing this, a thoughtful glint in them.

“Professor Chiron did notice something unusual.”

Hector instinctively crossed his arms over his chest, appearing even more serious.

"Although the rumor seemed more credible as Blackbeard successfully acquired his powers, he keenly sensed that there was an invisible hand deliberately pushing the whole thing forward. Just one point: the speed at which the rumor spread was far too fast, almost deliberately so."

Hector emphasized, "You must understand that the vast ocean naturally creates a huge information barrier. Logically speaking, even if the news is deliberately spread, it would be impossible for it to sweep through the entire pirate circle and make everyone flock to it in less than several months."

"This kind of dissemination efficiency... can only mean that the third-party forces behind all this are likely to possess methods that are completely unknown to us, in order to stir up such a huge storm in such a short period of time... This in itself is full of the smell of conspiracy."

"..." Hearing Hector's insightful analysis, Medea did not immediately express her opinion. She simply nodded thoughtfully, her gaze still fixed on the chaotic battlefield in the distance.

"I said, Your Highness..."

Seeing that Medea remained enigmatically silent, Hector grew impatient and couldn't help but press, "Now that things have come to this, what are your plans? Are you going to continue your so-called 'playing house' game?"

"My plans? Didn't I already make that clear to you?"

Upon hearing this, Medea slowly curled a faint, detached smile at the corner of her lips, as if she were discussing a trivial matter unrelated to herself. "It's simple, just let you continue to accompany that captain, and keep him... going crazy."

Her words were soft, yet carried an undeniable, absolute command: "This command is absolute. And now it seems, haven't you executed it rather 'perfectly'?"

She turned slightly to the side, her gaze finally fully fixed on Hector, and gave a clear order to leave:

“Go back, Hector. Whether the rumor about the sea god's blessing is true or false, everything that has happened here today will ultimately be under my control. As for Jason…”

Her voice carried a cold resolve: "I think it won't be long before we meet again, and at that time... we'll put an end to everything."

“This…” Hector was clearly still hesitant and seemed to want to say something more. However, when he saw Medea’s purple eyes staring at him with a half-smile, a gaze that seemed to penetrate his heart and see through all his thoughts, the words that were about to come out stuck in his throat.

Then, Medea added casually, her tone gentle yet carrying a chilling warning: "If you don't leave now, I can't guarantee what 'accidents' might happen next... You should know very well which of my words are serious and which are just perfunctory, right?"

She paused, her gaze suddenly sharpening: "Remember, the world created by Yae Sakura is all in 'The Villain's Journey Starting from the Type-Moon World' http://www.tianywx.com/book/ddbcc.html. When you get back, be sure to watch your mouth. And remember to cherish the 'kindness' someone showed you when they spared you."

These words pierced Hector's psychological defenses like a cold needle! The terrifying man's icy face instantly appeared vividly in his mind, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Hector's expression changed drastically in an instant, and he could no longer hesitate. He didn't even bother to say goodbye; almost instinctively, he leaped into the icy seawater below without hesitation.

Immediately afterward, he vigorously swam away from the bloody battlefield without looking back, as if some terrifying monster was chasing him.

"You exposed my whereabouts without my permission... You're getting bolder and bolder."

Just as Medea was quietly watching Hector flee the sea in disarray, that familiar voice, carrying an invisible sense of oppression, entered her ears without warning, causing her body to tremble slightly involuntarily.

Faced with this sudden questioning, Medea slowly exhaled a breath of fresh air, bowed slightly in a certain direction, and responded:

“Although it was indeed my own decision this time… Hector is known for his cunning and suspicion. I’m afraid he began to doubt your existence the moment he saw me.”

Medea's voice was clear and calm, articulating her judgment in a logical and methodical manner:

“Even if you didn’t show your face at all, with his and Chiron’s level of intelligence, they would eventually analyze everything I’m doing and find that you must have been behind it.”

After a brief pause, Medea continued her explanation, her tone carrying a hint of deliberate candor:

"In that case, we might as well just openly tell him that you exist. By taking advantage of his deep-seated fear of you, we can completely drive him out of this sea area."

"As long as he cannot witness the entire process of you subduing the Blackbeard Pirates, nor know your specific closing plan, then the Agor will have no way of knowing your detailed layout here."

"More importantly, given their intense fear, they will certainly not dare to set foot in this area again to disturb you in the short term. I think this is precisely the strategic objective you hope to achieve, isn't it?"

After listening to Madia's clear and logical analysis, the man merely gave a cold snort in her ear, his voice clearly showing displeasure:

"But that's still not an excuse for you to act on your own. My instructions to you were clear: lure him away, then find some excuse to send him away. I don't recall giving you permission to do such petty things."

Immediately, the tone of the voice dropped sharply, carrying a sense of scrutiny and warning:

"Medea...you've been very naughty lately."

Hearing this accusatory remark, Medea obediently lowered her head, her long eyelashes concealing the emotions in her eyes, and her voice became low and submissive:

“It was my fault. You…you can do whatever you want with me…”

"Should we deal with it?"

The man's voice seemed to be gently chewing on those two words in her ear, letting out a low, ambiguous, cold laugh: "Hehehe..."

After three soft laughs, the sound abruptly stopped, and there was no further acknowledgment.

Medea remained standing quietly on the edge of the slightly swaying platform, head bowed, holding her breath and waiting for the man to unleash any possible punishment.

Time seemed to slow down, the sea breeze ruffled her hair, and all that could be heard was the sound of waves crashing against the ship.

However, the expected punishment did not come. The platform beneath her feet silently softened and deformed, eventually transforming into a giant, gentle bubble that gently enveloped her, smoothly lifting her back to the ship's control panel. The entire process was calm and uneventful.

It was as if the man had completely forgotten about punishing her.

As her feet firmly landed back on the deck, the bubbles surrounding her quietly dissipated. Medea raised her head and looked ahead into the empty space. Unexpectedly, a trace of indescribable loss flashed deep within her purple eyes.

Having escaped the expected punishment, which might be a cause for celebration for most people, Medea felt a strange sense of melancholy welling up inside her.

She lost another opportunity to communicate directly with Wang Chong, even if it came at the cost of punishment.

In fact, ever since that secret incident in the bathroom, Wang Chong had rarely shown his face to her. He hadn't even stepped into her room overnight for a long time.

In fact, ever since that secret incident in the bathroom, Wang Chong had rarely shown his face to her. He hadn't even stepped into her room overnight for a long time.

Perhaps it was the constant stream of female followers that seemed to have distracted Wang Chong, causing him to focus less and less attention on her.

The reason she was willing to risk disobeying Wang Chong's orders and arbitrarily change the way Hector was because deep down she longed to attract Wang Chong's attention, and even hoped for some form of "punishment."

Chapter 566 The Two Heroes Captured

Only in this way could Medea obtain a precious moment of being alone with him and being watched by him during this brief conflict.

However... my own petty thoughts have probably already been seen through by those all-seeing eyes... As a result, even "punishment" itself has become a luxury.

This silent neglect has now transformed into a more torturous and unconventional form of punishment.

When Medea heard the pirates behind her celebrating their victory, she felt only annoyance and frustration. In the end, Medea walked silently into the cabin.

……

After Hector was forcefully driven away by Medea, Wang Chong, who had been secretly in control of the situation, finally stopped holding back.

He quickly issued orders, first instructing Sajou Aika to cleverly lure Mary Reid to the center of the encirclement carefully set up by his own pirates.

When the pirates successfully surrounded Mary Read, Wang Chong decisively ordered Sajou Aika to abandon her current mission and immediately go to support Artemis, who was fighting Blackbeard Teach, while he himself took down the petite female pirate.

"Hmph, you bunch of lowly soldiers think you can stop me, Mary Reed?!"

To Mary's surprise and even annoyance, her overwhelmingly numerous pirates had failed to defeat the enemy force of only three ships. This meant that instead of collapsing, the enemy was able to free up manpower to try and entangle her.

This is utterly disgraceful! She absolutely cannot let them succeed in their scheme!

"Bang bang bang!"

Faced with this fierce-looking female pirate, Wang Chong's pirates showed no fear and reacted extremely quickly.

At the command, the pirates in the front row raised their guns without hesitation and fired. A dense barrage of lead bullets instantly tore through the air and shot towards Mary, accompanied by smoke.

"Well done!" Instead of panic, Mary's eyes flashed with a hint of admiration, as if she had just spotted a prey.

No wonder his men fell into the hands of these people. Their courage to fire decisively in the face of a powerful enemy and their teamwork alone are enough to prove that they are indeed capable.

Unfortunately, the loading and firing speed of these flintlock muskets was far too slow in her eyes. She moved like a ghost, narrowly avoiding the core of the barrage, while her scimitar transformed into a deadly silver arc, flashing through the crowd like lightning!

Snap! Snap! Several crisp sounds rang out as the barrels of several muskets pointed at her were precisely severed. Where the blade flashed, several pirates who couldn't dodge in time screamed as their bodies turned into specks of light and vanished into thin air.

"Shrink the encirclement! Compress her space!" From Mary's perspective, a young pirate commander was giving orders, holding a sharp dagger and staring intently at Mary. "Attack together! Let's see where she can hide now!"

"Ha! Even muskets can't keep up with my speed, and you bunch of ugly bastards think you're qualified to catch me?"

Mary scoffed, her gaze instantly locking onto the figure giving orders, a dangerous smile playing on her lips: "Since you have the loudest voice, let's start by dealing with this noisy young man!"

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly exerted force with her feet and rushed towards the young pirate like an arrow released from a bow, her curved knife gleaming coldly!

"what?"

However, in the instant she was rapidly approaching, Mary clearly saw the other person's face. His handsome features exuded a cleanliness and fortitude unlike that of ordinary pirates, and coupled with his masculine aura, made her heart skip a beat, and her face involuntarily flush slightly.

"He's quite handsome... Could he be some nobleman's son who was kidnapped? No wonder he's the commander; he looks like an educated and cultured person... Hmm, that's good enough. I might as well snatch him back; he'll be a good feast for my eyes!"

Having spent years among rough and even ugly pirates, Mary's aesthetic standards had long been lowered by the harsh reality.

In her eyes, any man with a relatively fair complexion and a less burly build could be considered "handsome".

The young man before her was not only outstanding in appearance, but also possessed a heroic and composed masculine charm that instantly struck her core preference.

Thus, the curved blade, originally imbued with fierce killing intent and intended to cleave the young man's vitals, was abruptly altered in a flash by her, the blade flipping over, her intention being to use the back of the blade to knock him unconscious and take him away.

However, Mary's attention was entirely focused on this "unexpected gain," and she didn't notice the look of astonishment and amusement on the faces of the pirates around her as she attacked the young man.

She was even less likely to notice that, in the instant she changed her tactics, the young man she considered her "handsome prey" flashed a knowing and amused smile deep in his eyes.

"when--"

"What--?"

Mary's eyes widened in surprise as she realized that her knife had been blocked!

A strong sense of disbelief welled up inside her. She knew that when she swung that knife, her opponent was in a panic, covering his head with his hands in a defensive posture to protect his vitals, and hadn't even seen her attack pattern.

But by sheer coincidence, the opponent's haphazardly parried short blade collided with the back of his longsword!

More importantly, instead of shattering the inferior short blade as expected, the impact brought a stagnant force.

If it were merely a successful parry, it wouldn't have shocked the experienced Mary so much.