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

They desperately hoped that the "sea god" would uphold justice and banish Jason and the nightmarish Hercules; otherwise, their chance to compete for the sacrifice of the goddess would be completely lost.

However, the "Sea God's" next words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing all the pirates' hopes and leaving almost everyone dumbfounded, as if they had fallen into an ice cave:

"Considering this is your first offense, and given the contributions you and Hercules made to the gods, I will temporarily waive this punishment, but this will not be repeated."

The majestic and grand voice paused, then continued with an undeniable warning:

"Hercules shall be the number one arena champion and shall no longer interfere in the duels of other arenas. The eyes of the gods hang high in the heavens; let us not forget the calamities brought about by past events! How can mortals withstand the wrath of the gods?!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the enormous phantom of the "Sea God" ceased its presence, transforming back into the surging tide and vanishing without a trace, as if it had never existed. Only the pirates, stunned and speechless, remained, bearing the immense psychological blow.

This...this is blatant favoritism! What does "temporarily exempt from punishment, but this will not be repeated" even mean?!

Could it be that even the supreme sea god dares not punish Hercules?! A chill that penetrated to the bone instantly gripped the hearts of all the pirates.

Chapter 618 Extreme Arrogance

Jason was not surprised by the outcome at all, a knowing and smug smile spreading across his face. His opponent had indeed backed down, not daring to confront him directly.

The only thing that slightly displeased him was that the other party dared to reopen his past wounds in front of everyone, and even implied that the eyes of the gods were still on this place, which made him have to restrain the arrogant flames in his heart a little.

"Ha, it seems even the Sea God thinks you trash are simply defiling this legendary arena!"

Jason cleared his throat, his voice carrying the arrogance of a victor that resounded throughout the arena:

"All I did was clean up the trash for Lord Sea God! Something that doesn't even deserve to be on the table shouldn't be here!"

He surveyed the faces in the audience, faces filled with terror, anger, and despair, his finger tracing each one with utter insult, before concluding in an unquestionable tone:

"Now, you'd better think carefully about what I said before! Ask yourselves if you really have the guts and the strength to step into the ring and become my enemy, Jason's enemy, Hercules' enemy!"

Jason then changed the subject and dropped another bombshell:

"By the way, the heroes on arenas number 2 and 3 are also my comrades-in-arms... and there are fifty more legendary heroes like them on my ship! Hahahaha! I'm sure you well-informed pirates can already guess who I am!"

Jason opened his arms as if to embrace the entire arena, his voice filled with extreme arrogance:

"That's right! I am Jason! The captain who led fifty legendary heroes and sailed the unparalleled Argor on that great transoceanic adventure! Now, let me see if you rabble have the courage to oppose my heroes! Hahahaha!"

Amidst Jason's arrogant and echoing laughter, the entire arena erupted in uproar once again. The pirate leaders who had been secretly plotting and discussing whether to unite against Jason now felt their seats burning hot and were on pins and needles.

The Agor boasts fifty legendary heroes! Such a magnificent and splendid lineup would surely make even a true god frown and feel a sense of dread! These pirates, in the face of such power, are as insignificant and powerless as ants!

At this moment, in the corner where the Chaldea group was, Mash lowered her voice and said with a hint of relief:

"Fortunately, we learned the truth from Miss Euryale. Originally, there were more than fifty heroes on the Agor, but Mr. Wang Chong has killed so many that only a handful remain. Otherwise, we would probably have had no choice but to avoid their sharp edge if we were to face so many legendary heroes at the same time."

"But even these remaining survivors are not easy for us to deal with."

Ritsuka's sharp gaze swept over the figures on the arena below, and she added in a solemn tone:

"The heroes who survived under Mr. Wang Chong's command must all possess extremely strong abilities and unique skills. Just look at the two on arenas number 2 and 3 below; their aura and skills are far from ordinary."

“But what exactly is this ‘Sea God’?” Captain Drake frowned, his eyes filled with confusion and wariness. “How could it openly allow Jason to break the rules? This is a slap in the face to itself as a ‘god’! This is completely illogical!”

"Because it's not a real sea god at all!"

The moment Drake finished speaking, two voices rang out in unison, giving a resolute answer.

One voice came from Dr. Roman, and the other from Medusa, who stood to the side with a cold expression.

"Doctor? Miss Medusa? You mean it's not the sea god?" Mashu was taken aback and looked at the two of them in surprise.

“Ah, that’s right, that’s not the sea god…” Little Medusa’s voice was as cold as ice as she said bluntly, “I’m not so bad as to mistake my own enemy.”

At the same time, Dr. Roman's voice came through the communicator, full of affirmation and professional analysis:

"Based on my analysis of the real-time detection results of the spirit origin diagram and magical reaction, the core of that huge blue phantom is merely a high-intensity magical projection!"

"Although it cleverly simulates and incorporates a trace of divine power as a disguise, it is by no means Poseidon, the god of the sea, but merely a carefully constructed illusion!"

"As expected... there was no real sea god descending at all."

Ritsuka nodded knowingly, then a glimmer of understanding flashed in her eyes:

"This also fully explains why it dared not punish Hercules—this Servant who manipulates the illusion of the 'Sea God' may not even be confident of defeating Hercules. Forcibly punishing him would only expose his false identity and cause the entire deception to collapse."

She paused, as if she had caught a key point, and her tone became clearer: "But this made me discover something very important."

"What is it?" Drake immediately asked.

"That means the mastermind behind this gladiatorial contest is not on the same side as Jason's Agor forces!"

Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze swept over the smug Jason below and the two arenas he claimed to control, her tone confident. She then further explained:

“Think about it carefully. Jason’s actions just now were clearly a test of the authenticity of ‘Sea God’, and even had a provocative meaning.”

"If they were accomplices, how could Jason do something that almost exposes himself and could reveal the other side's true intentions? This doesn't make any sense!"

“Indeed…” Dr. Roman pondered in the communication, his voice carrying a sense of agreement after careful consideration, “So, there are at least two powerful opposing forces in the arena at present.”

"Because of the singularity, we must fight against the Argonauts. In that case... perhaps we can try to establish some kind of contact with the manipulators behind this arena and seek temporary cooperation?"

"Alternatively, we can choose to remain inactive for the time being and watch the two forces wear each other down until the situation becomes clear, one side wins or both are severely damaged."

After hearing Dr. Roman's words, Ritsuka pondered for a moment, then took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over her companions, her expression becoming serious and resolute:

"Gentlemen, the situation has changed dramatically. After the shock just now and Jason's announcement, most pirates have probably completely lost the courage to step forward and challenge us."

"If we choose to intervene in the arena at this time, it means that we will inevitably be drawn into the fierce competition between these two major forces."

Ritsuka paused for a moment, then solemnly sought everyone's opinion:

"Therefore, I would like to hear your opinions. We choose to remain on the sidelines for now, awaiting the outcome of the struggle between these two forces, and will not actively participate..."

"Or should we stick to the original plan, intervene in this gladiatorial contest, and personally enter the fray to fight for that slim chance?"

Upon hearing Ritsuka's two options, everyone fell into a brief silence, each weighing the pros and cons in their minds. The air seemed to freeze for a moment, with only Jason's arrogant echo from the arena still lingering.

"I think we still have to join the battle." Finally, it was Medusa's clear and firm voice that broke the silence. Her gaze swept over every one of her companions present.

"What's the reason?" Ritsuka immediately pressed, needing concrete evidence to support this crucial decision.

Medusa nodded slightly and explained clearly:

"Firstly, we are determined to fight the heroes of the Agor to the end; they are one of the culprits behind this singularity. If they were to gather together and focus all their efforts on dealing with us, we would be at a significant disadvantage in terms of both numbers and overall strength."

"The current arena format actually creates an opportunity for us to defeat them one by one. If we can reduce or severely damage the enemy in the process, it will undoubtedly greatly reduce the pressure of subsequent battles, which will be to our advantage."

Then, Medusa paused, her tone filled with unwavering determination:

"Secondly, we made a decision yesterday to rescue the imprisoned goddess."

"If we back down now because we are afraid of the remaining heroes of the Agor and dare not even participate in the battle before us, how can we have enough courage to completely annihilate them and complete the ultimate goal of saving this singularity?"

Medusa's two compelling reasons clearly analyzed the stakes and ignited the fighting spirit in everyone's hearts.

The hesitation on Mash, Captain Drake, and the others' faces gradually disappeared, and they nodded, their eyes revealing agreement and determination. Clearly, Medusa's analysis had hit the nail on the head and gained everyone's approval.

Ritsuka took a deep breath, her gaze sharpening. "Alright! Let's proceed according to Miss Medusa's assessment. Now, let's make our move and take down one first..."

"Wait! Ritsuka! A Servant has made a move!" Just as Ritsuka finished speaking, Dr. Roman, who had been closely monitoring the arena's movements through surveillance, urgently shouted a warning over the communicator.

"What!?" This sudden turn of events made everyone's hearts tighten. Ritsuka, Mash, Drake, and Medusa all turned their gazes like arrows towards the noisy arena below.

Suddenly, a previously inconspicuous figure appeared at the edge of the chaotic stands.

Upon closer inspection, the other person was indeed the same man from before, wearing a dark cloak and a strange mask covering his face.

He had quietly left the audience seats and walked straight to the edge of the ring, heading towards ring number 4.

The opponent's actions were steady yet abrupt, appearing particularly jarring against the backdrop of Jason's recent declaration of "hegemony."

Chapter 619 Jason Gets Slapped in the Face

"Hey! You over there! Stop right there!" Jason's roar immediately rang out. He was enjoying the power of victory and could not tolerate anyone so blatantly challenging his authority.

This was utterly trampling on the prestige he had just established and that had intimidated everyone present! Jason felt a surge of anger rising to his head; this was not only defying him, but also a blatant slap in the face!

"Damn scum! Do you really think I'm just some piece of trash who can only swagger around because of Hercules? I could crush a pirate grunt like you into dust with one hand!"

Enraged, Jason charged menacingly toward the masked man who had ignored him. As a Servant, how could he, Jason, maintain his dignity if he couldn't even handle a mere "pirate"?

"..." Faced with Jason's murderous approach, the masked man reacted with unusual calm. Just as Jason roared and swung his fist, the masked man's figure seemed to blur for a moment.

He struck first despite being behind, his movements swift as a ghost. Before Jason's fist could fully exert its force, a hand had already gripped Jason's wrist with the precision of an iron clamp.

"Giggle-"

A sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sound of knuckles being clenched rang out suddenly. Jason's rage froze instantly, replaced by an unbelievable, excruciating pain and a cold sweat.

The sharp, needle-like pain shot straight from his wrist to his brain, and the absolute suppression of his strength instantly brought him back to his senses.

The opponent before him was no ordinary pirate or grunt he could easily dismiss! The other was an equal to him, a Servant whose strength far surpassed his own!

The masked man remained motionless, and through the eye holes in the mask, a cold gaze seemed to fall upon the disheveled Jason.

But soon, the masked man seemed to sense a sharp gaze and a chilling killing intent fixed on him from somewhere in the audience. He released his grip on Jason, and his voice came through the mask, carrying an undeniable calm: "In that case, am I qualified to step into the ring?"

"...You bastard! You just wait! I'll make Hercules tear you to pieces!"

Jason staggered back a step, clutching his wrist, which was throbbing with pain and almost numb. His gaze, like a poisoned dagger, was fixed on the mysterious masked man, burning with humiliation and resentment.

"I'll be waiting for you." The masked man's reply was concise and indifferent, as if it were merely a casual greeting. Before he finished speaking, he ignored Jason, turned around, and steadily stepped onto the empty ring number 4, his figure appearing exceptionally aloof on the ring.

In the audience, the pirates who had witnessed Jason's humiliation were still intimidated by Hercules's unparalleled power and dared not laugh out loud, but the oppressive atmosphere had eased.

Whispers spread like wildfire through the crowd, and undisguised mockery and schadenfreude turned to the disheveled figure in the center of the room. Some whispered amongst themselves, while others smirked, silently conveying their contempt for the authority of this "leader."

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it all!"

Jason's cheeks flushed red with extreme shame and anger. For a moment, he almost overturned the table, forgetting all about the rules of the sea god and the plans of the goddess. He just wanted to summon Hercules immediately and crush this masked man who dared to humiliate him, along with the entire arena, into dust!

However, his remaining rationality and the lingering pain in his wrist ultimately forced him to suppress the destructive impulse. This sudden blow was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, instantly bringing him to his senses.

He realized that, hidden beneath the surface of this seemingly under-his-control arena, there were clearly many restless individuals with ulterior motives, eyeing the goddess with covetous intent. It was precisely because he himself had prematurely jumped out to show his power that these hidden rivals were forced to appear early and expose their presence.

"Very well...very well!" Jason roared through gritted teeth in his heart, "Once Hercules has dealt with all of you arrogant fools, I will make you pay tenfold, a hundredfold, for this unforgettable humiliation!"

He cursed viciously, then, forcing himself to maintain the last shred of dignity, he abruptly tossed his cloak aside and strode quickly toward his reserved seat in the audience without looking back, his back view revealing a stiffness born of forced composure.

On an inconspicuous platform somewhere in the audience, Chiron slowly released his fingers from the bowstring and quietly retracted the longbow that was poised to be drawn behind his back.

Just now, if that mysterious masked follower had dared to kill Jason, the arrow in his hand would have shot out without hesitation and taken his life.

Even so, Chiron's heart was stirred with unease, and he was secretly alarmed.

The situation just now was far too dangerous. In the blink of an eye, the slightest mistake could have forced the heroes of the Agor, who were not yet fully assembled, to face a formidable enemy prematurely.

What's even more worrying is that the strength of the person behind this arena is completely unknown.

Tianyu Literature: This is where dreams begin, and where dreams come true.

If the seven powerful Servant auras that I vaguely sensed earlier were all pawns of the enemy, then even with top-tier combat power like Hercules on my side, dealing with them calmly would be by no means easy, and I might even be plunged into a bitter battle.

"Fortunately, things didn't escalate to the worst possible outcome..."

Chiron breathed a silent sigh of relief, but his worries hadn't completely dissipated. He watched Jason's departing figure and sighed inwardly.

“Jason was too hasty and reckless… Although I understand his eagerness to establish authority and control the situation, unfortunately, everything he pursued was like a mirage, blinded from the very beginning by Medea’s carefully woven lies. And to make matters worse, we are bound by forbidden magic, unable to speak, and thus unable to awaken him…”

Chiron gazed into the distance, his eyes filled with deep worry: "I wonder if the Gemini siblings, Asclepius, and Caenis will be able to bring back news about Circe successfully..."

Their only hope was that Circe could break the spell cast upon them. Only then could they possibly make Jason realize the truth of this elaborate conspiracy.

At the other end of the arena, Ritsuka and her group watched this dramatic turn of events unfold. They exchanged glances, each seeing surprise and a hint of understanding in the other's eyes.

"I never expected that someone would jump out so quickly and give that arrogant Jason a resounding slap in the face!"

Captain Drake crossed his arms, a broad smile spreading across his face, his tone brimming with schadenfreude:

"Heh heh, that's good for him. The pitiful prestige he painstakingly built up has probably crumbled into nothingness in an instant, making him a laughingstock!"

"This is an unexpectedly good opportunity."

Ritsuka quickly analyzed the situation, turning her gaze to Asterius and Mash, who were about to compete today, and said:

"Now someone has taken the lead, attracting most of Jason and Hercules' attention and hostility. Other pirates who are watching will probably become bolder after seeing Jason get thwarted and will take turns to challenge him."

“That way, when Asterius and Mashu follow up, they won’t become Jason’s thorn in his side as soon as they step onto the stage, just like before.”

Upon hearing this, the two people who were named nodded solemnly, their eyes resolute, indicating that they were already prepared for battle.

"Doctor," Ritsuka turned to the communicator and continued, "Now that this mysterious masked male Servant has made his move, what new developments have we seen from the other Servant who has been cloaked all along? Are there any signs that he will make a move as well?"

"Not yet." Dr. Roman's voice came through the communicator, tinged with confusion. "From what I've observed, he's unusually quiet. All the intense conflict that just happened seems to have nothing to do with him. He just sat there quietly, as if he were truly just a spectator."

He paused for a moment, then added a crucial detail: "However, I noticed that he wasn't entirely indifferent. During Jason's conflict with the masked man, there were several times when his gaze was precisely fixed on the 'goddess' on the platform."