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

"Ah."

Little Medusa nodded gently, her youthful face displaying a composure beyond her years, her purple eyes gleaming with calm light.

"My older sister has repeatedly told me this. Don't worry, Ritsuka, I know what to do. I won't let anger cloud my judgment." Her gaze then turned to the empty arena, her eyes becoming sharp as a knife.

A moment later, the enormous phantom of Poseidon, the god of the sea, silently coalesced once more above the arena, as if programmed into a cold, unchanging state, announcing in a completely emotionless tone:

"In the first match, the champion number 1 wins and advances to the semifinals. The second elimination match begins immediately. Champion number 4 and champion number 8, step onto the stage!"

Before the words of the sea god had even faded, Little Medusa's figure had already leaped onto the center of the arena like a purple lightning bolt, light and swift.

Her slender yet powerful fingers gripped the enormous scythe, which was almost as tall as herself. She leaned forward slightly, assuming a charging stance, her icy gaze piercing the air as she locked onto the figure opposite her wearing a strange mask.

The masked man followed suit, leaping onto the ring. He had barely stood still on the opposite side, not even having time to catch his breath and wait for Poseidon to announce the start—

A sharp, deadly aura suddenly assaulted me! It was faster than I could have imagined!

Alarm bells rang in the masked man's mind, and he almost instinctively dodged to the side!

"Sizzle—!"

The cold scythe whistled past his clothes and slashed hard at the spot where he had just stood. The hard arena floor was instantly torn open with a deep trench, and gravel flew everywhere!

"What a swift surprise attack!!"

The masked man was horrified. He had never expected this petite girl to act so unpredictably, launching a deadly sneak attack before even waiting for the sea god to announce the start of the ceremony!

However, Medusa's attacks were like a storm, giving him no time to breathe or think!

The screech of the scythe cutting through the air was incessant, and the continuous attacks wove a deadly purple net of light, trapping him firmly within it, leaving him only able to desperately defend himself.

"Tsk!" The masked man was forced into a precarious situation by this fierce attack, cursing inwardly. Suddenly, his seemingly ordinary boots began to glow faintly, and illusory feather-like light seemed to unfold from the heels!

The next moment, his body became incredibly light, and he suddenly rose into the air, hovering high in mid-air. Clearly, the masked man was trying to use this sudden ability to fly to create distance and escape Medusa's suffocating ground combat.

"call--!"

But the sound of wind cutting followed closely! Little Medusa seemed to have anticipated this; with a flick of her wrist, the chain wrapped around the scythe handle shot out like a living venomous snake, whistling sharply, and precisely wrapped around the masked man's ankle as he lifted off the ground! The cold chain tightened instantly!

Damn it!

The masked man was shocked. He tried to shake his feather shoes to break free, but was horrified to find that the seemingly petite body below was bursting with amazing power, as if rooted to the ground. No matter how he urged his feather shoes to fly upwards, he could not budge it in the slightest!

"How is this possible?! Her body is so small... how can she have the strength of a mountain?!" the masked man exclaimed.

The phantom of the sea god high in the sky silently looked down at the two people on the arena who had ignored the rules and were already engaged in a life-or-death struggle, seemingly falling into a kind of silence.

A moment later, the enormous phantom silently and as if it had never existed slowly dissipated into the air, as if tacitly approving of the prematurely started battle.

At this moment, the audience's attention was already firmly drawn to the intense and lightning-fast clash on the stage, and no one paid any attention to the vanished divine projection.

“That is… the talaria, the winged shoes of the divine messenger Hermes!” Chiron’s sharp gaze instantly pierced through the fierce battle on the field, accurately identifying the true name of the Noble Phantasm that the masked man relied on to escape, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity.

“Hermes’ Feathered Sandals?!” Jason’s pupils contracted sharply upon hearing this, his brows furrowing. A name instantly surfaced in his mind, filling his eyes with undisguised disgust and anger. “The one who possesses this Noble Phantasm… could it be him?! You bastard, how dare you be so disrespectful to me!”

On the arena, the masked man saw that not only could he not break free of the chains, but he was also being dragged downwards little by little by Medusa. A sense of alarm rose in his heart! He knew that if he continued to hide his strength, he would probably suffer a great loss!

The brilliance of his feathered shoes vanished instantly, reverting to ordinary boots. His body, now devoid of flight, was propelled like a meteorite—or rather, plummeting towards Medusa—by the combined forces of gravity and Medusa's pull!

At the same time, a flash of light appeared in his hand, and a strangely shaped, scythe-like curved longsword suddenly appeared, its blade gleaming with an ominous cold light!

In the instant of his fall, he flicked his wrist, and the scythe drew a precise arc, easily severing the chains binding his ankles! Immediately afterward, using the momentum of his fall, he intended to use the scythe in his hand, with a sinister hooking motion, to strike directly at Medusa's throat!

"Clang—!!!"

A piercing clang of metal clashing echoed throughout the arena! Little Medusa's massive scythe precisely parried the deadly hook. However, to the masked man's surprise, Little Medusa had no intention of engaging him in a physical confrontation!

The moment the two blades collided, Medusa's slender body displayed astonishing flexibility and coordination! Using the point of impact as an axis, she lightly touched the ground with her toes, her entire body leaning backward as if weightless, while her feet glided forward in a strange manner, as if dancing on ice! A smooth, flowing glide that propelled her forward!

The masked man's scythe, having lost its footing, slammed heavily onto the arena floor, sparks flying. He hastily twisted to try and parry Medusa's next attack, but Medusa was even faster!

Using the momentum of her backward lean, she twisted her waist like a serpent, instantly turning around and adjusting her center of gravity. As she stood firmly, the huge scythe in her hand, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, was raised high and slashed down fiercely at the masked man's unsuspecting back!

"Ugh—!"

The masked man was terrified and could only retreat backward with all his might to dodge!

"Sizzle—!"

The sharp scythe was one step ahead! The cold blade grazed his cheek, and a clear line of blood suddenly bloomed on his face! A sharp pain shot through him!

What terrified him even more was that the eerie mask that concealed his face snapped in two under the residual force of the scythe, falling crisply onto the arena and revealing a handsome face beneath it, contorted with shock and rage!

“Harpe, the divine sword that killed the monster Gorgon… It really is that bastard!” Even Jason recognized the signature weapon at this moment and finally understood the other party’s identity. He gritted his teeth, his eyes surging with undisguised hatred.

When Medusa saw that face, which was deeply etched into her soul, exposed without any cover, the overwhelming hatred buried deep in her soul, enough to burn away reason, erupted like volcanic lava!

Her crimson snake-like eyes narrowed into dangerous vertical lines, and a cold, piercing smile, filled with endless resentment, curled at the corner of her lips.

"This strike... failed to cleave your filthy head, what a pity."

She slowly raised the scythe in her hand, pointing it directly at that terrified face; every word she uttered was like ice squeezed from the depths of hell:

"Perseus—! I have crawled back from the abyss of the underworld! For revenge! This time, I'll see if you still have the luck and the ability to take my life again!"

When Perseus saw that his true form was completely exposed, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes. He never expected that the little Medusa in front of him was beyond his expectations. Such a tiny body was no less than the Gorgon Medusa he had faced before.

However, after he manifested as a Heroic Spirit, he was weakened and could not use all of his famous Noble Phantasms at the same time, since those Noble Phantasms did not belong to him, but were bestowed by the gods.

Therefore, when he wants to use other Noble Phantasms, the Noble Phantasm he originally possessed that was effective will disappear, which is why he had to remove the Feather Shoes just now.

Otherwise, he would have summoned Hepar to cut the chains and then used the mobility of his flying shoes to deal with Medusa.

Chapter 640 Enemy, Perseus

"Medusa... It's been so long, but your tyrannical nature hasn't changed at all! Indeed, no matter how your appearance changes, it can't hide your monster nature!"

Perseus gritted his teeth and forced out the words with a vicious glint in his eyes.

"Clang—!"

Before the words were even finished, a cold glint of light appeared! Little Medusa's scythe slashed down with a sharp, piercing sound.

Perseus, his nerves on edge, kept a close eye on her movements and reacted with lightning speed to parry, narrowly avoiding the sudden sneak attack.

"Hypocrisy!" Little Medusa's voice was icy and piercing, retorting mercilessly, "Your mask is as fragile as your hypocritical face! Who do you think you can fool? Sneaking around and hiding things, what good are you except to expose your incompetence?"

This sharp sarcasm struck Perseus squarely where it hurt, instantly turning him so angry that his face turned ashen and he could barely speak.

Achilles, watching from the sidelines, listened to the two exchanging barbs and unconsciously scratched his cheek, a strange feeling creeping into his mind:

Why does it feel like... Little Medusa's words are laced with barbs, as if she's also insulting me, the audience member?

"Oh? I didn't expect that Perseus's opponent this time would be his nemesis Medusa herself." Chiron, who was standing to the side, had also heard the conversation on the field. He looked at the little Medusa's figure with a little surprise and whispered with interest, "Hehe, this is going to be a good show."

"Hey, is that really Medusa?"

Jason crossed his arms, his tone filled with undisguised contempt and schadenfreude:

"That legendary Gorgon with snakes for hair? Shouldn't she be enormous, with a snake's tail and a human body? Haha! Could Perseus really be like those folk tales say, just a fake hero who bullied weak children and then fabricated lies to boast about killing monsters? Hahaha!"

Jason, who already disliked Perseus, now added insult to injury by verbally attacking him.

Jason's harsh taunts from below the stage added fuel to the fire, making Perseus's face so dark it was almost dripping with water. What frustrated him even more was that he was truly helpless and utterly humiliated by Medusa's relentless and fierce offensive.

He knew perfectly well that his ability to slay Medusa in mythology was entirely due to the magical artifacts bestowed upon him by the gods.

Using a cloak that could make him invisible, he launched a surprise attack, used feathered shoes to maneuver, and even used a bronze shield to reflect the petrifying rays, sealing Medusa under his own petrifying gaze. Finally, he used the divine sword "Hepar," which could sever immortality, to cut off her head and kill Medusa completely.

If it weren't for these divine gifts, coupled with taking advantage of Medusa's underestimation of him and her lack of understanding of her own Noble Phantasm, he would never have been able to defeat that powerful monster queen.

After all, in terms of pure martial arts and strength alone, Perseus was indeed far inferior to the constellation of Greek heroes.

Now, how could this little Medusa, who knows him inside and out, possibly make the same mistake again?

She didn't use the petrification ability that could be exploited at all. Relying solely on her superb killing skills and rich combat experience, she had already forced Perseus into a retreat, completely overwhelming him.

"Damn it... utterly despicable!! Why this madwoman of all people!" Perseus cursed wildly in his heart.

He originally planned to hide his trump cards and use his insidious treasures to take down several powerful enemies unexpectedly.

But now, she is being forced by Medusa to reveal everything one by one.

Most importantly, he could clearly feel the chilling killing intent emanating from her—she was not like his opponent in the previous ring, merely trying to defeat him and knock him off the stage. She genuinely wanted to take his life in this small space!

"Athena's Bronze Shield!"

At the critical moment, when Medusa once again launched a surprise attack from behind with ghostly speed, Perseus was about to lose his rhythm and was finally forced to switch to his Noble Phantasm.

Suddenly, an ancient, round bronze shield appeared on his left arm.

He whirled around, using his shield to precisely parry the deadly slash of the scythe. At the same time, using the recoil from the parry, he lowered his shoulder and used a fierce Iron Mountain Lean to slam into Medusa, attempting to knock her away and create distance.

Having successfully knocked Medusa off balance and causing her to stagger backward, Perseus's eyes flashed with a fierce light. Without hesitation, he hurled the bronze shield in his hand like a throwing weapon, aiming it directly at his unsteady opponent!

The little Medusa in mid-air reacted extremely quickly. With a flick of her wrist, the scythe connected to the chain lashed out like a venomous snake, precisely meeting the flying shield.

However, just as the tip of the scythe was about to touch the shield, a sudden change occurred!

The bronze shield mysteriously turned into a phantom and vanished into thin air just before making contact!

It turns out that this was just a feint! The real killing move was that, in the instant when the shield drew attention, Perseus had already quietly switched to another Noble Phantasm, "Hermes' Feathered Sandals".

With a light tap of his feet, he soared into the air like an arrow, instantly rising to a height far exceeding the reach of the little Medusa's chains, hovering in mid-air.

"Coward! If you can't win, all you do is run away with your tail between your legs?!" Little Medusa steadied herself, looked up at the figure in the sky, and shouted angrily.

"That's right!"

Jason, sitting below, immediately echoed loudly, vehemently mocking Perseus in the sky:

"Our famous Greek hero Perseus has been defeated by a little girl and forced to flee to the heavens? Don't you dare disgrace the Greek heroes and lower our standards! Hahaha!"

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, completely forgetting that he was also one of those who "lowered the standard."

Perseus ignored the cacophony of insults below. Looking down at young Medusa with a cold, cruel smile, he proclaimed loudly:

"Medusa, since you are so aggressive, then don't blame me for being ruthless! I will end you with my own bloodline. This ending is more suitable for a monster like you who doesn't recognize family and only knows how to kill!"

"Wh...what?!" Upon hearing this, Medusa's heart sank, and a tremor and ominous premonition from the depths of her blood instantly gripped her.

"Bellerophon! Descend, Pegasus!"

Perseus shouted his true name, and his feathered sandals vanished. In the split second before he lost his ability to fly and was about to plummet, a dazzling light suddenly erupted beneath him!

As the light faded, he was seen riding steadily on the back of a magnificent white horse with pure white wings, hovering high in the sky once more!

Pegasus—in mythology, this divine steed was born from the gushing blood of Medusa when Perseus beheaded her.

Therefore, in a sense, Pegasus and Medusa are connected by blood. And Medusa, manifested as a Rider, can also summon Pegasus and skillfully control him using her own blood as a medium.

However… the young Medusa could not do that at this moment. Because what she was manifesting now was the form with the highest divinity and the lowest degree of monsterization, the form closest to her two older sisters who were goddesses.

And since her blood had not yet been tainted by that cruel curse of fate, she naturally lost the ability to summon Pegasus.

But this does not mean that the magnificent winged horse in the sky has severed its connection with Medusa.

At this moment, Pegasus, forcibly controlled by Perseus's reins, is forced to confront its blood-related "mother"—Medusa. Its clear eyes are filled with struggle and silent lament.

This pain and resistance, rooted in her blood, was clearly transmitted to little Medusa's heart. Witnessing her child, born from her own blood, being so enslaved and used against her by her enemy, her eyes instantly widened in fury, her anger and killing intent boiling to their peak, culminating in a heart-wrenching roar:

"Perseus!!! I swear, I will take your dog's life today!!"

"Hmph, worry about yourself first, Medusa!"

Perseus sneered and said:

"You should know very well the power of Pegasus's full-power dive, right? I'd like to see where you can hide on this small arena!"

He yanked hard on the magically glowing reins and roared, "Pegasus! Dive!!"

Chapter 641 The Battle of the Skies

"Hiss—!"

Pegasus let out a long, mournful neigh filled with pain and helplessness. Under the absolute control of the reins, it could only lower its head in the end.

It spread its enormous wings, transforming into a white meteor that tore through the air, and resolutely swooped down towards the little Medusa below with destructive force!

"Perseus, what a brilliant man!"

Seeing this, Chiron couldn't help but sigh softly:

"He deliberately summoned Pegasus, the winged horse connected to Medusa by blood, forcing them to kill each other. This move not only precisely struck Medusa's weak spot, causing her to be shaken to her core, but also greatly stimulated her, causing her to lose her calm judgment in her rage... It was truly a psychological tactic."

"Ha ha……"

Jason shrugged noncommittally, a mocking smirk playing on his lips: