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

"So, stop resisting and just enjoy it, okay?"

Hearing Wang Chong's words, Artemis felt deeply ashamed. Indeed, everything was part of that man's scheme.

Perhaps this is Orion's true nature, only this man saw through it beforehand and deliberately brought his conflict with Orion to a head.

Perhaps from the very beginning, she shouldn't have been with Orion, and should have trusted her brother Apollo's judgment.

But Artemis quickly raised her head and added in a deliberately cold tone, "Don't get me wrong, everything I just did was just to vent my emotions."

"And while you are absolutely right, I am disgusted with Orion, but that doesn't mean I'll fall in love with you!"

Wang Chong chuckled lightly, not seeing through the evasiveness in her eyes, and said with a smile, "Mmm... I know."

Artemis stood up, straightened her clothes, turned her back to Wang Chong, and said in a stubborn tone:

"Once my service has earned me enough gambling points, I'll gamble with you again. Then I'll definitely win back everything I've lost!"

Wang Chong leaned against the headboard, his gaze languidly fixed on her stubborn back, a playful smile curving his lips.

“Oh? Is that so? Then I’ll… wait and see, Miss Artemis.”

Artemis said nothing more and quickly walked out of the room.

The night breeze brushed against her cheeks, bringing the salty smell of the sea and the fragrance of flowers and grass.

She stood in the moonlight, took a deep breath, and felt a long-lost sense of ease in her chest.

But just then, a noisy sound came from not far away—

"Orion, you're having a really good day!"

"Hahaha! Of course! Tonight I'm going to dominate the entire stadium!"

Artemis's fingers clenched tightly.

She turned her head and looked in that direction, a complex light flashing in her silver-blue eyes.

For some reason, Artemis had a vague premonition that something even more exciting was about to happen.

Chapter 701 The Undercurrent Arrives

For the next five days, Wang Chong lived a very leisurely life.

On the fifth day, the morning sun shone warmly on the beach, and the sea breeze carried a salty, damp scent, along with the sound of waves crashing against the shore in the distance.

Wang Chong lay on the beach chair, squinting as he watched Ai Ge play in the shallows, occasionally kicking up a few strings of glistening water droplets.

"Master, what are the training plans for today?"

Ritsuka ran over from afar, still clutching her practice wooden sword in her hand, her face showing a hint of anticipation.

"You can arrange it yourself." Wang Chong waved his hand lazily and yawned. "Musashi just taught you some new moves, so you can practice with the other Heroic Spirits and see how it goes."

"Fine." Ritsuka pouted, turned around, and ran away.

These days, Wang Chong has basically been on vacation. Sometimes he watches the sunrise with Aika, and sometimes he teaches Mashu, Ritsuka, and others magic techniques or combat experience.

As evening fell, I watched as the heroic spirits sparred in small groups on the beach, preparing for the next battle.

Even now, Wang Chong can still see Medusa and Euryale building castles on the shore, with Euryale smugly considering herself the master of the castle.

Sajō Aika and Medea were at odds, and Sajō Aika brought Wang Chong some refreshing fruits to cool him down; Artemis sat alone on the reef, lost in thought, gazing into the distance...

On the surface, their lives seemed incredibly comfortable.

Of course, for Wang Chong, it wasn't just these superficial aspects of life that were enjoyable. His inner life was equally fulfilling.

Every day, Wang Chong favored different combinations of women. On the first day, Wang Chong finally couldn't resist and didn't wait for Stheno any longer. He immediately started a three-person "landlord" game with Medusa and the Euryale sisters. The screams in the room made the walls shake.

Then they switched to Aika Sajou and Artemis. Artemis, having had the experience from the first time, was much more uninhibited than the others.

Sometimes, Wang Chong would also visit the Twin Pirates. Those two prisoners were still stubborn in the dungeon, but when Wang Chong arrived, they shouted louder than anyone else...

In any case, during those five days, all the women who had that kind of relationship with him enjoyed a rather intense magical experience.

Yes, only women who have had relationships with him experience that magical nourishment.

So... who didn't enjoy that watering?

……

At night, in the next room, Medea clutched the blanket tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Five days. A full five days.

During the day, Wang Chong would talk to her, hold her hand, and even pull her into his arms. She could smell the sea salt on him and feel his strong arms around her waist. But they never went all the way.

Unfortunately, her room was right next to Wang Chong's. The soundproofing wasn't bad, but the spirits there were quite uninhibited.

Artemis is here again tonight.

"&……&*$^#……Orion, you're such a cuckold—!!"

At that moment, Artemis's cursing screams pierced through the walls, mixed with some strange, rhythmic noises.

Medea closed her eyes, her jaw clenching so tightly it made a grinding sound.

She could let go of the two heroic spirits; after all, they had known Wang Chong for a long time, so she accepted it.

But what about Sajō Aika? (Medea still believes that Sajō Aika is an unknown magician summoned by Wang Chonggang.)

How did that unknown magician, who had neither a butt nor a chest, manage to get into Wang Chong's bed?

And then there's Artemis, who curses her original man while having an affair with Wang Chong, and afterwards acts disgusted, saying things like "it was just a transaction"...

"If you don't like it, then let me do it!"

Medea buried her face in the pillow and let out a muffled growl.

What's most infuriating is that pair of twin pirates locked in the dungeon! They're both prisoners, yet they're eating better than her!

She, who always played the role of a virtuous woman around Wang Chong, serving him and tidying his room every day in various ways... still couldn't get what she deserved!

The sea breeze slipped in through the cracks in the window, carrying the unique coolness of the night. Medea slowly sat up in bed, reaching her hand out the window; a firefly flitted past her fingertips.

She stared at her hands, the moonlight casting a faint shadow on her palms. Her voice was as soft as a sigh:

"Don't blame me, Mr. Wang Chong. In order to protect this happiness, I have to seal your power again... You can understand, right?"

Medea made a decision in her heart... On her next voyage, she would make the other person completely infatuated with her body.

"If even goddesses can be so shameless, why should I care about morality?"

Her fingers traced several arcs on the sheets, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a smile that was completely different from her gentle appearance.

That smile held a stubbornness and madness that only a betraying witch could possess.

……

Meanwhile, after finishing his exercise with Artemis, Wang Chong went to the beach alone and, taking advantage of the absence of others, began to contact the Noah's Ark.

"So they really do have the means to track the Ark, and they're heading towards the archipelago?"

Wang Chong asked.

“Yes, Lord Wang Chong. If it weren’t for the Master’s display of might at sea, which made these pirates fear for their lives and desperately try to capture the crew of the Agor and slow down their sailing, they probably would have caught up with Atalanta and King David long ago.”

Joan of Arc reported the situation and added further information:

"Moreover, the seas have become quite turbulent recently, with a large number of sea monsters appearing and causing a disturbance. We have all been affected, not to mention the pirate groups."

"A restless sea monster..." Wang Chong's eyes narrowed, and he became thoughtful.

“That’s right…and according to Arcueid’s judgment, these sea monsters and sirens must have received some kind of guidance, which is why they are gathering in large numbers in the same direction. This is very likely a force secretly belonging to the Demon King’s side, which has already begun to stir and start to stop us from hindering the Agor,” Jeanne said.

"On the Pteranodon Island, recently those sub-dragon species have all started to leave the island one after another... Heh, they're planning to use these grunts to buy us time."

Wang Chong slowly said:

"But that's perfect, I haven't been idle these past five days either."

In five days, the Noah's Ark's reinforcement and modification were basically completed—new defensive runes were engraved on the hull, three different types of magic turrets were hidden under the deck, and even some kind of device that could release mental interference was attached to the mast.

“I’ll head towards Atalanta tomorrow,” Wang Chong said, his voice carrying steadily through the night wind. “You guys keep an eye on the sea. Kill those you can, and don’t let those small fry get in the way. This singularity should end now.”

"Understood. Be extra careful with Wang Chongjun as well," Joan of Arc replied.

The communication was then disconnected.

A breeze blew in from the sea, carrying a damp, fishy smell. Wang Chong adjusted the Originium energy in his hand and quickly made contact with Artemi.

"Hey, Ata, can you hear me?"

"Yes." A deep, steady female voice came from the other end, accompanied by a faint rustling sound, like movement through the woods. "Is there anything I can do?"

Wang Chong quickly explained the information he had just obtained from the Ark to Artemi, and then gave her some instructions:

"You and King David should hide well. From now on, every living creature in the sky and sea could be an informant sent by the other side."

“Understood,” Atalanta replied calmly.

Wang Chong then offered a few words of comfort before hanging up the communication and putting away the Originium energy in his hand. He looked up at the starry sky, the sea breeze ruffling his clothes, making him resemble a sword sheathed.

Wang Chong muttered to himself, "I was hoping to have a nice vacation, but I have to take things seriously again. I was hoping that Ritsuka could handle this little incident herself."

At that moment, the system's long-lost voice rang out in my mind:

"Host, you should have noticed the special nature of this world long ago."

"Hmm." Wang Chong responded softly, kicking a seashell that had been washed ashore. "From the moment I stepped into this world, this was the trap set for me by the Demon King. However..."

A slight smile appeared on his lips.

"He'll regret using that divine power against me. System, do you think we can immediately obtain that person's divine authority once our plan is complete?"

"It's not that simple, host." The system's voice carried a hint of helpless laughter. "That was just the beginning. However, after obtaining that power, at least you will no longer be afraid of Goetia's Noble Phantasm and its vast magical power."

"Hehe... Is that so? Then I'll wait and see," Wang Chong said with a smile.

"Once the host achieves true and ultimate sublimation in the subsequent North American singularity, no one will be able to stop your path to godhood."

After the system finished speaking, it paused, then added:

"Not the kind of local gods who live in a remote area, but the supreme gods who have truly reached the pinnacle of the entire universe."

"Alright, stop bragging." Wang Chong waved his hand, turned around and walked back, leaving a trail of footprints on the beach. "One step at a time. Anyway, it's still early, I'll go get some sleep. I'll be busy tomorrow."

The sea breeze gently blew the hem of his clothes. The trail of deepening footprints he left on the beach was quickly smoothed over by the surging tide.

The undercurrents are rising, but who will emerge victorious in this final contest remains to be seen.

Chapter 702 Annie, Don't Open the Door

"Huh? Shall we leave now?"

When Ritsuka and Mashu heard Wang Chong's instructions, they both showed surprise at the same time and asked him questions in unison.

“Not bad.” Wang Chong nodded, his tone steady yet carrying an undeniable determination. “Someone has already found the whereabouts of the Agor, and our ship has also completed a full upgrade. It’s time to put an end to this singularity, Ritsuka.”

He paused, then continued, "Therefore, this time we will naturally need to mobilize the entire team. We don't need to return to Wyvern Island anymore, since we can return directly to Chaldea once everything is over."

Wang Chong's words made Ritsuka and the others realize something. They exchanged glances, then turned and hurriedly went to convey the order to set sail to Captain Drake.

"Is it going to end so soon...? It feels like time is flying by."

Elizabeth Bathory, clutching her signature lance, leaned against the ship's railing, muttering to herself, her face etched with frustration.

"I originally wanted to take this time to further my relationship with my Master, but after so many days, it's like I'm just standing still."

She sighed, then suddenly gripped the gun barrel tighter, as if to encourage herself, and said, "If that stupid dragon finds out I haven't made any progress, he'll laugh himself to death... No, I have to hurry up in these last few days!"

"Elizabeth, don't be in such a hurry, woof~" Tamamo-no-Mae wagged her tail and chuckled innocently as she approached. "I've never been held by my Master before either, you're not alone, woof~"

"Your kind of comfort is more painful than being stabbed with a knife..." Upon hearing this, Elizabeth's shoulders slumped. The thought that her progress was actually the same as Tamamo Cat's left her speechless.

Meanwhile, Miyamoto Musashi was waving and shouting towards the distant beach, "Hey—Achilles! Stop fishing! We've got news of the Argor! Everyone's getting ready, we'll be able to rescue your mother soon!"

"Understood! Miss Musashi! I'll get ready right away!" Achilles' clear voice came from the beach rocks.

Upon hearing the shout, Achilles landed conveniently and began reeling in the line.

However, when the fishing line was fully reeled in and the hook emerged from the water, the relaxed expression on his face slightly faded, and his eyes narrowed.

The fishing hook was empty. The piece of fresh meat that had been carefully hung on it as bait was nowhere to be found, leaving only a tear mark on the hook tip.

It was as if his carefully prepared fishhook had already been spotted and cracked by the big fish. The bare fishhook mercilessly mocked how clumsy his trap was.

"This is not a good sign," Achilles muttered to himself, staring at the empty hook tip.