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

Artemis: 40... 35... 40... 5... 10...

Wang Chong: 160... 165... 160... 195... 190...

Until one round, when Artemis heard that she had lost the game again, she mechanically picked up the dice cup and prepared to be the dealer.

"and many more."

Wang Chong's voice rang out calmly, like a pebble thrown into stagnant water, yet it failed to stir even the slightest ripple in Artemis's eyes. She simply stopped what she was doing and stared at him blankly.

Wang Chong lightly tapped the now completely polished tabletop in front of Artemis with his finger, then said, "Miss Artemis, I think this bet is temporarily over."

Upon hearing this, Artemis's hollow eyes finally showed a hint of emotion. She looked at Wang Chong with a puzzled expression, as if she wanted an explanation from him.

Wang Chong paused deliberately, as if enjoying Artemis's expression of not fully understanding the situation, before slowly revealing the answer:

"...You have no more chips left."

“No more… chips?” Artemis murmured, her voice dry and hoarse, as if she hadn’t spoken in a long time.

She sluggishly lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the empty table in front of her. Those last five chips, representing her final desperate hope, had vanished sometime during the previous settlement.

The tabletop was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting her pale, dazed face, and also the mountain of chips piled up before Wang Chong—a mountain of chips she had traded a century of her life and her treasures. The plot is heating up: Update! Come check it out on Shuhao Novel Network!

A belated, icy chill suddenly gripped her heart, causing a sharp, piercing pain in her numb nerves.

It's over? Just like that? A hundred years of freedom and her Moon Goddess Bow... all gone?

However, what Wang Chong said next truly plunged her into the abyss of despair.

“The contract is established. Now that I have won your one hundred chips, I should take back the bet I deserve.”

Wang Chong gracefully extended his finger and gently touched the light and shadow on the table that symbolized Artemis's bow.

The phantom of the treasure that represented the core of her divinity and power silently transformed into specks of golden dust, like a burst bubble, scattering and disappearing until it completely merged into the mountain of chips in front of Wang Chong and vanished.

Artemis could even feel a faint, mournful cry from the depths of her soul, a sound that signified the breaking of some kind of connection.

"Your treasure, and your century of life, now officially belong to me." Wang Chong's voice carried a hint of satisfaction.

Artemis swayed, as if her last bit of strength had been drained away.

Could she just leave with endless shame like that?

For some reason, Artemis felt much more relaxed. Although she hadn't won her free time and had even lost a bow, at least... she no longer had to gamble with this terrible guy.

At least now if I go back, I can still find Orion... find my darling, and cry out all this to him.

This thought became almost the only straw Artemis could grasp at as her spirit teetered on the brink of collapse.

However, just as Artemis was about to collapse, Wang Chong's voice rang out again, his cold words like a judge's final verdict:

"But, Miss Artemis, please don't rush to leave."

Artemis looked up abruptly, a hint of astonishment and fear returning to her eyes for the first time.

Wang Chong's lips curled into an almost cruel smile: "You seem to have forgotten that in this gamble, you didn't just lose the collateral. You also owe me new debts."

“New…new debt?” Artemis’s voice trembled violently. “My bow…wasn’t it worth 100 chips? I lost all my chips…where is the debt? Isn’t it just those 100 years of labor?”

"Oh?" Wang Chong raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise, then gave a pitying smile that said, "You're too naive." "It seems you were just blinded by despair and have forgotten even how the betting went. I guess I need to remind you."

He leaned back in his chair with a leisurely air, his fingertips lightly tapping the table, producing a rhythmic, soft sound that struck Artemis's taut nerves with each tap.

"Before you completely lost all your chips, when I was the dealer, there were two bets that you called, and on the last bet, you didn't have enough chips left. Remember?"

Artemis's mind was in chaos; the immense fear made it almost impossible for her to think.

But Wang Chong's voice, like a cold carving knife, etched that humiliating memory back into her mind:

"The first time, I was the dealer, betting 35 chips. You chose to call, and you lost. How many chips did you have left? If I remember correctly, 5?"

"Then, you continued to be the dealer, and I lost to you, allowing you to win another 5 chips. At this point, you had a total of 10 chips, and because I lost to you, I gained the opportunity to be the dealer."

"When I was the dealer again for the second time, I bet 35 chips again. And you chose to call, and the result... naturally you lost, which became our final showdown."

"However, you don't have enough chips for 35; you only have 10 chips. Therefore, you still owe me 25 chips!"

Wang Chong stretched out his finger and elegantly drew two lines in the air, as if settling a clear account.

Chapter 668 The Plundered Ownership

After hearing Wang Chong's calculations, Artemis finally realized the debt she owed.

“Miss Artemis, you have not yet been able to pay off all your chips, so you cannot leave the game until you have enough chips to pledge.”

Wang Chong's words finally fell, settling the matter decisively.

"No...it's impossible...how could this be..."

Artemis was struck as if by lightning, and her body swayed precariously.

She finally understood that this was Wang Chong's most deadly trap, meticulously designed!

The opponent took advantage of her "calling" when she didn't have enough chips, creating debts that she couldn't settle at the table immediately, leaving her unable to escape even after losing everything!

"The law of contract is supreme; debts must be repaid."

Wang Chong's voice carried an undeniable authority, and the golden light of the contract subtly flowed around him, creating a tremendous sense of oppression.

“So, Miss Artemis…”

He leaned forward slightly, his gaze piercing the nearly collapsing goddess with a tangible intensity. His voice was deep and seductive, yet it also tore away the last shred of feigned gentleness, revealing naked, greedy fangs:

"Take out what you have left that has any value. Think carefully, Miss Artemis, what do you have... that can compensate for the shortfall of these twenty-five chips?"

He paused deliberately, emphasizing his words: "Don't try to fob me off with twenty-five years of working time. The hundred years you mortgaged are more than enough for me."

"As I said before, only what I need can be given corresponding value by the laws of contract."

Artemis felt an invisible force of contract binding her like heavy chains, bringing a suffocating pressure.

She lowered her eyelids in despair, her voice tinged with a weary resignation: "I... I really have nothing left to pay for..."

Artemis was not ignorant; from the moment she entered this gamble, she understood the ultimate target coveted by the other party—her purity.

However, the thought of her submitting to the highest oath with just twenty-five chips was a price that tore her heart apart and filled her with immense resentment.

Moreover, deep down, she still harbored a sliver of hope; she didn't believe that the debt of a mere twenty-five chips could shake her pure vow.

“Since you can’t think of a suitable compensation yourself…” Wang Chong’s lips curled into a knowing smile, his tone filled with a playful control, “Then I’ll decide the payment terms for you. Miss Artemis, is this… alright?”

His gaze lingered on her, as if he were assessing a priceless treasure.

Artemis took a deep breath, suppressing the surging sense of humiliation, and only wanted to end this suffocating torture as soon as possible.

“…Take whatever you like.” Her voice was low and hoarse, conveying a sense of resignation and helplessness.

“Very good.” Wang Chong nodded in satisfaction, his fingers tapping casually on the edge of the gambling table, as if he were really thinking seriously.

"Twenty-five...that's a bit few indeed."

He raised his eyes, his gaze piercing precisely into the faint glimmer of hope deep within Artemis's eyes, as if seeing right through her thoughts, and mercilessly pointed it out once more:

"This amount of leverage is probably not enough to sway your vow to protect your purity. Am I right, Goddess?"

This straightforward confirmation eased Artemis's tense nerves slightly; at least in matters of purity, it seemed the other party couldn't succeed for the time being.

However, this brief respite brought no comfort; an even stronger unease instantly gripped her:

This cunning man, as sly as a fox, would never let her go so easily.

"Hmm...I've got it!" Wang Chong seemed to have a sudden flash of inspiration, and a smile that was a mixture of wickedness and smugness spread across his face.

He deliberately dragged out his words, his gaze roaming brazenly over Artemis's curvaceous upper body.

His gaze finally settled on her delicate collarbone and full breasts, and he slowly raised his hand, pointing there, to announce his verdict, word by word:

“Then, from this moment on, until you have paid off that century-old debt—the ownership of your coat will belong to me completely.”

"What!?"

Upon hearing this, Artemis felt as if she had been struck by lightning. The moment she finished speaking, she clearly felt the chilling power of the contractual laws suddenly take effect on her!

Her exquisitely woven dress, which cleverly outlined the alluring curves of the Southern Hemisphere, was like a punctured dream bubble. With a soft "poof," it instantly turned into specks of golden light like fireflies and completely dissipated into the air.

The next moment, the garment, still warm and fragrant with her body heat, appeared out of thin air in Wang Chong's outstretched palm.

"Ah—!!" A sharp, distorted scream burst from Artemis's throat. A wave of overwhelming shame washed over her.

Instinctively, she used one arm to desperately protect her full breasts, which were suddenly exposed to the cold air and no longer covered, while her other hand tried in vain to cover her smooth waist and abdomen.

At this moment, she was only wearing knee-high boots and thin underwear to barely cover her body, and large areas of her fair and delicate skin, including her chest that was heaving violently with fear, were exposed without reservation to Wang Chong's aggressive gaze.

"Um……"

Wang Chong leisurely brought the garment, still warm from the goddess's body, to his nose, taking a deep, deliberate sniff. A look of intoxication and frivolity crossed his face as he commented:

"It smells so good. As expected, even the body fragrance of a goddess who proclaims purity is so unique and refreshing."

These blasphemous actions and words were like a scalding branding iron, burning Artemis's heart with shame and indignation. Her pale face instantly turned bright red, and her eyes burned with humiliating anger.

She stood up abruptly, her body trembling slightly from anger and cold, her voice hoarse with determination: "Now that the chips have been settled, this damned gamble is over!"

Despite being stripped naked in public and having her exposed body freely admired, she still retained a sliver of rational relief.

This was the maximum loss she could manage in the trap the other party had meticulously set. She absolutely could not, and dared not, continue to gamble, for that would be tantamount to handing herself over to the other party.

After speaking, Artemis keenly sensed that the power of the contractual laws binding her seemed to loosen.

Without the slightest delay, Artemis immediately turned around, ready to flee this humiliating place.

At the same time, her mind raced, and the pure divine power within her surged instantly, intending to re-condense a set of covering clothes on her body.

However, after taking only a few steps, she suddenly froze on the spot as if she had hit an invisible wall!

It wasn't the laws of the contract that prevented her from leaving, but rather she was horrified to discover that the power of the laws of the contract was suppressing the divine power she was trying to condense into clothing!

A faint golden light shimmered on her skin, ruthlessly shattering any possibility of clothing taking shape.

"Why...why is this happening!?" Artemis exclaimed in shock, but in just a moment, she understood the key to it.

"Hahaha!"

Wang Chong's loud laughter, filled with mockery and smugness, came from behind, confirming Artemis's worst suspicions.

"Was it that I didn't explain it clearly? Or is it that Miss Artemis... doesn't understand it thoroughly enough?" Wang Chong said slowly with a smile:

"What I want is a century of ownership of your shirt. This ownership means that for the next hundred years, without my permission, you will not be entitled to wear any clothing that covers your upper body!"

"You—! You are utterly despicable and shameless!" Artemis turned around abruptly, her eyes blazing with a deep-seated hatred that seemed to burn Wang Chong to ashes.

"Thank you for the compliment, Miss Artemis."

However, instead of being annoyed by the angry rebuke, Wang Chong seemed to hear a pleasant compliment, and his smile became even brighter.

He spread his hands, and with a tone that was both condescending and malicious, presented that cruel choice:

"Now, Your Excellency Artemis, it is your turn to make a choice."

"So you just give up the bet and leave, and for the next hundred years you'll have to walk the world naked, exposing your body to everyone's eyes..."

"Or should you return to this gambling table, continue this unfinished game, and use your courage and luck to win back everything you've lost, or even everything you have?"

Artemis trembled violently; at that moment, she finally understood everything:

From the moment she sat down at that gambling table and signed that contract, she had no way out!

The trap meticulously woven by the other party had already eliminated any possibility of her escaping.

What she thought was timely loss-cutting was just bait deliberately left by the other party to make her get even deeper into the trap!

Yes, she could choose to leave, as long as she could bear the humiliation of being naked for the next hundred years and endure the fate of becoming a laughing stock. It seemed that the other party could not immediately force her to do more.

But... is that even possible? Leaving aside whether this cunning man has even more sinister schemes up his sleeve, just the thought of having to appear in this shameful state before everyone for the next few days...

Artemis closed her eyes in pain and shook her head violently.

The cold reality left her heartbroken—she had no choice at all! That deep-seated pride and dignity made her prefer to face the unknown abyss of the gamble rather than endure this humiliation.

With an almost tragic resolve, Artemis suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze burning with the flames of humiliation and resentment. She walked back to the gambling table step by step and sat heavily back in her seat.

Her voice was low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from between her teeth:

"...I choose to continue gambling."

Chapter 669 Let me give my hands a massage~

“Hehe, an extremely wise choice, Miss Artemis.”