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

Hercules shuddered violently, and the chaotic, berserk light in his eyes faded away like the receding tide.

A blinding pure white light began to emerge from the surface of his body, a light containing supreme majesty, as if his soul was being forcibly penetrated and judged by some irresistible force.

"So it's such a dangerous thing... Ha, what a pity..." Hercules regained his senses, looked at his hands that were gradually disintegrating, then turned to look in a distant direction, letting out a long sigh:

"What a pity, I thought I would die at the hands of that man... At least, I fought to the very end and died... Oh well."

Having said this, the great demigod hero slowly closed his eyes. His body completely transformed into brilliant golden spiritual particles, dissipating into the air like fireflies, and returning to Valhalla.

Chapter 715 Jason Betrayed Again

Hercules's prized passive ability, "The Twelve Trials," had its remaining resurrection attempts completely wiped out by the laws of the Ark of the Covenant without being triggered.

This is the absolute law attached to the Ark of the Covenant, bestowed by God himself! Anyone who carelessly touches the Ark of the Covenant will die immediately.

Even Hercules, a demigod, was no exception, and any other god from other pantheons who dared to touch it would be killed by this power.

It is estimated that only a supreme god of Zeus's stature could defy the laws attached to it.

David had naturally warned Atalanta about this taboo long ago; otherwise, if Atalanta had accidentally touched the Ark of the Covenant, she would have perished on the spot.

The only way to move the Ark of the Covenant, besides having specific permissions to directly manipulate it like David, is to use tools to indirectly touch it; otherwise, one will inevitably suffer the consequences of the aforementioned laws.

Atalanta, looking at the spot where Hercules vanished, finally understood David's profound meaning.

Using this absolute rule of the Ark of the Covenant, they perfectly killed this most difficult demigod to kill without shedding a drop of blood.

On the deck of the Argonauts, after witnessing Hercules' death, Jason's knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud. He trembled violently, and his face was ashen.

"Impossible! Impossible!! How could Hercules be dead! How could he possibly be dead!"

With Hercules dead, Jason had completely lost his last reliance. A wave of immense fear overwhelmed him; he even felt that he might be torn to pieces at any moment by the murderous aura surrounding him.

"So you will always rely on the strength of others and never have your own capacity."

Just then, a clear and familiar voice sounded softly from behind.

Jason froze, then slowly turned around. When he saw who it was, he realized it was none other than Medea, dressed in a purple robe with an indifferent expression.

Jason, head bowed, eyes darting nervously, pondered for a long time before looking at Medea, a final glimmer of hope appearing in his eyes. As if grasping at a straw, he said in a trembling voice:

“Yes…you’re right, Medea…I can only rely on others. Hercules is dead, and no one can help me win this battle…”

"But... only you! Only your magic can change this situation! Right, Medea... you're a genius of magic, you even outsmarted that man! You can definitely help me retrieve the Ark of the Covenant, right?"

Jason, like a drowning man finding his last piece of driftwood, bowed deeply to Medea without any dignity, his tone utterly humble:

"It was my fault before... I shouldn't have abandoned you, but you know I had no choice, I was too scared!"

"But we're family after all, aren't we? Even if there are big conflicts, we can talk them out, can't we?"

Listening to Jason's tearful words, Medea simply stood there quietly, maintaining a polite smile on her lips, her eyes unwavering, as if watching a comical clown.

Seeing this, Jason panicked, gritted his teeth, and continued to throw out his chips:

"Didn't you say you would help me obtain the Ark of the Covenant... After I complete the sacrifice, I will become the supreme king of this world, and you will become my queen, sharing the glory of the entire world together!"

"Don't you want to be back in my arms, Medea? I swear... if you help me fulfill this wish, I will be devoted to you for the rest of my life..."

"Do not want to."

However, Medea parted her red lips slightly and uttered two cold and cruel words.

"Wh...what did you say?" Jason asked in disbelief, his pupils shrinking as he asked in a trembling voice.

“Jason, you seem to think you are indispensable to me… Well, perhaps I did think so, both when I was younger in history and when I was first summoned…”

Medea stated it detachedly, her tone as calm as if she were recounting a past event unrelated to herself. She slightly raised her chin and continued:

"But now... I already have someone I truly want to love and possess..."

"Shut up!! Don't joke like that!!!"

Jason suddenly let out a hysterical roar of anger.

This angry outburst, filled with jealousy and resentment, surprised Medea slightly—when did this cowardly man have the courage to rebuke her like this?

However, when Jason was stared at by Medea's condescending and scrutinizing gaze, the anger that had just erupted due to the provocation vanished as if doused with a bucket of cold water.

Because he knew very well that he still needed to rely on the person in front of him.

"What you just said...you were just joking, right? You were deliberately trying to annoy me, weren't you..."

"I know I hurt you a lot before. But as I said, we are family, and as long as we talk things out, there's no conflict that can't be resolved, right?"

"Hey... Medea, so what you just said was just a joke, right? You still love me and are willing to help me become king, right?"

"Pfft..."

An extremely untimely chuckle suddenly escaped Medea's lips, breaking the deathly silence on the deck.

"Stop telling jokes like that, Jason. Did I not explain myself clearly?"

Medea chuckled a few times, her laughter clear yet chilling.

She slightly raised her chin, looking at the man before her with an undisguised contempt, and continued:

"I—no longer like you. Perhaps my feelings for you were just Cupid's usual prank from beginning to end."

"After coming into this world, perhaps the curse has been lifted, or perhaps my fate is already tightly bound to another person... In any case, I've completely woken up. Why did I ever like a man like you?"

"Perhaps you have a heroic side, but in most of my memories, you've always been just as utterly disappointing as you are now."

Having said this, Medea raised her slender fingers and gently untied the ribbon binding her hair. Her long, flowing hair instantly cascaded down her shoulders, dancing freely in the sea breeze.

At this moment, her appearance with her long, flowing purple hair perfectly overlapped with the image of the "betraying witch" who would later strike fear into the hearts of all, in Jason's eyes.

Upon seeing this image, Jason's pupils contracted sharply, and his body reacted even before his brain, reflexively staggering back a large step, his shoes scraping against the deck with a harsh sound.

Seeing this, Medea's smile grew even more contemptuous, and she said mockingly:

"Look, if oaths were effective, why would you be afraid of me? If oaths were effective, why did we end up with such a tragic ending?"

After speaking, Medea calmly tidied her appearance and gently tapped her wand onto the deck.

When she opened her eyes again, the last trace of warmth in them had completely vanished, and her expression became as cold as ice.

“I am Medea, the young princess of Colchis. Although I have not yet been twisted into the witch who will betray me in the future, that memory has always... always echoed in my mind.”

“I gave you a chance, Jason. But you still chose to discard me like trash… Your apologies and admissions of wrongdoing now… were never genuine repentance; they were merely for your ridiculous dream of becoming king.”

"If it were me in the past, even if I knew you were lying to me, I would still foolishly continue to pretend I didn't know, right? But I'm sorry, from now on I will only save this precious feeling for another man, not for you."

After listening, Jason finally understood what Medea was saying.

Perhaps because he knew his death was inevitable, or perhaps Medea's words had truly touched a raw nerve, his feigned affection instantly crumbled, and he angrily accused her:

"No! No!!! You witch—how dare you!! You've completely betrayed our relationship!! What else are you incapable of!!"

"Who is it! Who is it?! I'm going to kill him! I'm going to kill him! Tell him to come out here!"

Chapter 716 Medea's Path to Becoming a Witch

"..." Seeing Jason's desperate and unrecognizable state, Medea felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure.

Perhaps this is exactly what she, as a future witch, would most like to see. She wants Jason to fully experience the pain and despair that betrayal of love brings.

"Stop pretending to be deaf! Make him come out and fight me! I'm going to kill that pretty boy!"

Jason suddenly drew his sword from his waist, the blade gleaming coldly, as if to threaten Medea.

"go."

However, Medea did not even move her lips, nor did she need to chant anything elaborate.

With a casual wave of her hand, a violent azure magic erupted like a burst dam, relentlessly bombarding Jason.

"boom--!"

The immense impact not only knocked the sword out of his hand instantly, but also sent him flying like a rag doll, crashing heavily into the cabin wall.

Jason slipped and fell to the ground, the groaning of his bones and the excruciating pain in his body making it almost impossible for him to stand up.

At this moment, he also vividly recalled the fear he had once felt when he was dominated by Medea's magic.

Just then, a deep and composed voice appeared: "Medea, haven't you dealt with Jason yet?"

With a slight whooshing sound, Wang Chong used gravity to fly through the air, descending slowly from mid-air as if taking a leisurely stroll, and landed steadily beside Medea.

He glanced at the mess on the ground and said calmly:

"Ritsuka and the others have almost finished dealing with things, so it's time to clean everything up... Of course, if you're a little reluctant, I can help you with that too."

"And coincidentally, I think I just heard someone challenge me to a duel?"

As he spoke, Wang Chong looked at Jason, who was lying on the ground panting heavily, and chuckled.

Then, with a sweeping gesture, he domineeringly and naturally pulled Medea into his arms, looking down at her and saying:

"The 'pretty boy' you've been looking for has arrived. How about a duel now?"

"!!!" Jason's eyes were filled with disbelief. He stared intently at Wang Chong, never expecting that the man who had taken Medea away would be him.

No... how could I not have thought of that? I should have realized this when I handed Medea over to them.

The fact that a lone man and woman survived falling into the ocean already creates an ambiguous relationship. If something were to happen that escalate into something more...

Jason seemed to recall some extremely unbearable scene; he trembled all over and asked in a hoarse voice, "Medea...could it be...you've already..."

"I am already his woman, both my heart and my body... I have given myself to the one I truly love..."

After Medea finished speaking indifferently, she turned around and hugged Wang Chong. She nestled as close to him as possible, resting her head against his broad chest, and looked up, smiling as she said:

"Chong, I have no regrets. It's just that torturing and humiliating him made me feel like he was collecting some interest on a debt he owed me. That's why I was a little negligent... This kind of guy doesn't deserve your hands dirty. Let me handle it."

"Really?... But speaking of which, you look quite charming with your hair down today." Wang Chong casually put his arm around her slender waist, his gaze sweeping over her long, flowing hair.

"Do you like it? If you do, I can stay like this whether we're outside or inside~" Medea blinked, her tone laced with seduction.

“It’s nice to change things up once in a while, but I still prefer you with your hair up inside. Not only does it look cuter, but it also makes it easier for me to grab you from behind,” Wang Chong teased bluntly, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.

"Ugh... Don't talk about such private things in front of outsiders..." Medea blushed instantly, gently punching Wang Chong's chest with her small fist, looking like a shy and coquettish little woman, completely different from the cold witch she was when facing Jason just now.

Jason, watching the two flirting so openly in front of him, finally lost his temper.

Extreme jealousy and humiliation overwhelmed his remaining rationality and fear of death. He scrambled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot, and brandished the sword he had picked up, charging madly at the two men.

"You adulterous couple! Die—uh!!!"

However, before his sword could even reach the two of them, Medea's eyes instantly turned cold. Magic surged at her fingertips, and two translucent blades made of pure, high-density magic instantly solidified in the void.

"Hey—!"

The sharp blade pierced through Jason's lower back with a piercing sound, precisely striking his kidneys.

In an instant, Jason seemed to have all his strength drained away, and he collapsed to the ground with a scream. He could only use his sword to support himself so as not to lie on the ground in disgrace, and cold sweat instantly soaked his entire body.

If it weren't for the Holy Grail still keeping him alive within him, he would have already returned to Valhalla by now.

"Let me finish him off." Medea looked up at Wang Chong and said softly, her eyes flashing with a cold killing intent.

“Hmm…but I have a small suggestion: use this to finish him off.” As Wang Chong spoke, he flipped his wrist and placed a uniquely shaped, eerie-looking magical artifact into Medea’s hand.

When Medea saw the treasure, her body trembled violently, and she looked at Wang Chong with disbelief.

Why...why does he have this?

The Noble Phantasm in Medea's hand is the exclusive Noble Phantasm that she possesses only in her other form (Caster): [Rule Breaker].

Although the [Myriad Talismans Will Break the Rules] has almost zero performance as a physical weapon, it is impossible to kill a person like an ordinary dagger.

However, it has an absolute advantage against Heroic Spirits, which are life forms made of magic; severing contracts is just one of its side abilities.

Most importantly... because this Noble Phantasm is the manifestation of the divinity of the "Witch of Betrayal," it has an extremely terrifying hidden effect on Jason, the other protagonist in that betrayal.

It can not only kill Jason completely, but also, at the moment of piercing, make him recall all the shadows and pain brought about by the betrayal, causing him to die in utter despair.

"Just consider it a twist of fate..." Wang Chong looked at Medea's shocked expression and revealed a cruel yet profound smile:

"Do you still remember... what I said when you sealed me away?"

"I will turn you into the last thing you want to be—a treacherous witch. Now, go do whatever you want."

Upon hearing Wang Chong's words, Medea stared blankly at the dagger in her hand, her mind racing as she recalled every moment she had spent with Wang Chong since they fell into the sea.

Those seemingly unintentional guidances, those things that aroused my jealousy, actually had deeper meanings behind them.

Medea suddenly laughed, a laugh tinged with sadness. She looked up at Wang Chong and asked softly, "So... was it all just your acting and lies? This is the moment you've been waiting for all along?"