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

Upon hearing their verbal submission, Wang Chong's mind stirred, and he glanced at the achievement progress on the system panel. The progress bar for "Pirate's Beauty" instantly jumped forward two bars.

Seeing this change, Wang Chong secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Indeed, as the system had explained before, the criterion for "winning beauty" lay in whether the woman had shown a willingness to submit, and it did not necessarily require actual physical relations.

After all, he had absolutely no interest in trying to seduce a muscular, masculine woman like Katniss.

As for Polukles, although she is considered pretty, she is a flat-chested girl with a very mature appearance, not even a loli, which perfectly avoids all of Wang Chong's sexual preferences.

Furthermore, with the battle just concluded, he certainly didn't have the leisure to slowly subdue these two. It would be better to exploit a loophole in the rules to get them to verbally submit, thus efficiently advancing the mission's progress.

Chapter 724 Farewell and Analysis

Seeing that Wang Chong had finally withdrawn his suffocating oppressive aura and let the two of them go, Katniss breathed a sigh of relief.

She lay down directly on the rough sand without any regard for her image, gazing at the sky and muttering to herself:

"Seriously, I've left behind a huge mess, and I'm completely powerless... It feels like I've gone back to being a woman, always restricted. But now, I'm finally free..."

After venting her pent-up emotions, Katniss struggled to her feet and turned her sharp gaze toward Miyamoto Musashi, who was not far away.

She grinned, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit, and shouted loudly at Miyamoto Musashi:

"Hey! You samurai from the Far East! Next time, I'll definitely be able to break your sword technique. Just you wait!"

"Alright, I'll be waiting anytime!" Miyamoto Musashi laughed heartily, casually twirling his sword, and confidently accepted. "But even next time, my swordsmanship will still be able to defeat you!"

"Hmph, let's give it a try..." Katniss revealed a bold smile, and then her body began to become transparent, turning into countless golden spiritual particles that dissipated with the wind.

"Honestly, I will never respond to Jason's call again next time... Not only do I have to do thankless tasks, but I also have to become one of those disgusting monsters. Just thinking about it makes me nauseous."

Pollux shook his head in disgust, then turned to his brother Castor, his tone softening considerably:

"Let's go, brother, we should go back to the stars..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Polukus also turned into specks of spiritual light and dissipated into the air.

Castor watched his sister leave, then turned to Asclepius, Theseus, and Chiron, who were also exhausted and panting on the ground, and said gently:

"The three of you, I'll head back first then. I hope that next time we fight side by side, it won't be for an absurd and meaningless goal."

After bidding farewell to his companions, Castor transformed into a dazzling speck of light and returned to their Gemini constellation with his sister.

"...Ha, if we're talking about the busiest and most exhausted person this time, it has to be me...after all, you guys are always getting hurt so badly..."

Asclepius, the god of medicine, rubbed his aching shoulders and sighed, saying:

"However, that's a doctor's duty. I definitely prefer studying medicine in a quiet place to risk my life on the battlefield. It's a pity that there aren't any like-minded people among the Servants this time."

At this point, his gaze turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others who had stepped forward, his eyes becoming gentle and solemn:

"...You've had it tough too. In other worlds, there will likely be even more dangers awaiting you... Getting hurt might be unavoidable. If you need me, please summon me. This is my way of apologizing for standing against you all during this singularity."

After Asclepius finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.

In the moments before he vanished as a speck of light, a soft green glow emanated from his fingertips, bestowing a final healing effect upon Theseus and Chiron, allowing their spirit origins to remain on this land for a while longer.

Because he knew in his heart that his two companions had more important things to tell the Chaldeans.

“Ha…everyone’s gone. It’s gotten a bit lonely all of a sudden, don’t you think, teacher?” Theseus looked at Chiron beside him, his tone tinged with melancholy.

"Enough with the unnecessary words, lest we disappoint Asclepius's good intentions." Chiron shook his head, then cast his deep gaze upon Ritsuka and the others, speaking calmly, "I know you must still have many questions about this singularity, right, Master from the future?"

“That’s right.” Ritsuka said slowly with a solemn expression, “Although the opponent in dealing with this singularity is very clear, there are still too many doubts about the reasons behind their actions and the purpose of the mastermind behind these Demon Pillars.

Ritsuka paused, then continued to ask:

"Furthermore, we have learned the identity of the mastermind behind that demonic pillar, who is most likely the legendary King Solomon. We also know that he created these singularities to continuously burn away human history in order to obtain enough 'fuel'..."

"But what this enormous 'fuel' is used for is unknown. Since you have had contact with King Solomon, do you know anything about it?"

When Ritsuka asked, Chiron pondered for a moment and answered clearly and logically:

"As for the reasons behind Jason and Thetis, I can answer that. Jason was simply deceived by Medea. You can confirm this with that powerful figure at any time."

"Since gods cannot directly manifest in the mortal realm, they can only be summoned by extracting a part of them. Therefore, what you see of Thetis now is merely a side of her that desires revenge on mortals because of her son's death."

"And that is precisely why, as a Servant, she became obsessed with destroying the world, ultimately becoming a pawn of King Solomon,"

After explaining Thetis, Chiron briefly mentioned the entanglement between Jason and Medea. Because this myth is so famous, it was not elaborated upon further.

"As for Medea's future, that depends entirely on what your powerful figure decides to do," Chiron said.

"As for King Solomon, it's likely that only Medea knows more about him. My teacher and I were only assisting him and didn't have direct contact with him. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been completely unaware that a descent spell had been cast on us," Theseus added bluntly from the side.

“However, I suspect Medea can’t reveal much information either. After all, that king is extremely secretive, and perhaps the contract stipulated strict conditions in its rules forbidding the disclosure of any information about him when the deal was made,” Chiron slowly analyzed.

"Instead of going to Medea, you should ask that powerful figure. He's the one who understands King Solomon best. After all, King Solomon personally led the attack to assassinate him. If he didn't know some fatal secret, why would King Solomon be so determined to kill him?"

"After all, judging from his behavior, he set up this earth-shattering scheme of burning humanity, yet he turned a blind eye to your Chaldea's efforts to save the singularity, as if your actions were insignificant to him."

Chiron's eyes sharpened, and he said:

"On the contrary, he deliberately plotted against that powerful figure and ruthlessly killed him. This was partly due to the fact that your powerful figure was too strong... but more so because the other party probably knew what King Solomon was planning."

"That is precisely why that gentleman poses a far greater threat than you Chaldea... because he knows King Solomon's purpose and is better positioned to effectively stop him."

"And this... is exactly what King Solomon least wanted to see."

After listening to Chiron's insightful analysis, Ritsuka's confusion dissipated considerably.

But she still frowned slightly, sighed helplessly, and said, "However, Mr. Wang Chong doesn't want to reveal this information, and told me to find the answers myself from other places."

"Perhaps it's because knowing these things too early is meaningless to you...or perhaps the process of searching itself is a process that you, as saviors, must go through."

Chiron offered heartfelt words of comfort:

"If we consider this journey to save humanity as a huge chessboard, all the Servants, Heroic Spirits, and even us are just pieces. The only ones who can act as players and control the whole game are King Solomon and your Mr. Wang Chong."

He tilted his head slightly, looking at the gradually clearing sky, his tone firm:

"But at least one thing is certain—that Mr. Wang Chong is on your side. Judging from King Solomon's personal intervention this time, the two of them have reached a point of irreconcilable conflict and are bound to settle this score in this grand game."

Chapter 725 Vacation and Punishment

After hearing Chiron's instructions, Ritsuka's tense nerves finally relaxed a little. She let out a long sigh of relief, a hint of relief flashing in her eyes.

Her biggest fear was that Wang Chong would once again stand against them. Having experienced the incident at the Rome Singularity, she didn't want to relive that suffocating sense of oppression.

"Alright, if it's about King Solomon, that's all I know."

Chiron gazed gently at Ritsuka, a kind, elder-like smile playing on his lips:

"If you want to know more, go ask King David; you might get some answers. After all, he was the father of King Solomon."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chiron looked down at his hands. Golden spiritual light began to emanate from his fingertips, and his body gradually became ethereal and transparent.

He understood that his time at this singularity had come to an end.

“What I can remind you is that this journey to save the singularity will not be meaningless…” Chiron’s voice became ethereal and distant, as if it had traveled through time and space, “Continue along this path. When you reach the end, you will naturally understand all of this.”

As the last syllable fell, Chiron transformed into countless golden specks of light, like a gentle shower of stars, and vanished completely before Ritsuka and the others.

"They're all gone, so it's about time I said goodbye too..." Theseus slung his club over his shoulder, laughed heartily, and waved his hand magnanimously. "Gentlemen, I wish you all good luck in your battles!"

With his laughter, Theseus's figure transformed into spirit particles and followed Chiron away. Thus, the Greek heroes of the Agor had completely departed the stage.

"Ritsuka, is there anything else you want to say to the others? If not, then we'll prepare to retrieve the Holy Grail and reset the Singularity."

Chaldea's communication screen flickered and returned to normal, revealing Dr. Roman's somewhat tired but still responsible face.

He quickly grasped the whole story and immediately got to work.

"I said, why are you in such a hurry to go back..."

Just as Ritsuka opened her mouth to reply, a woman's voice, both spoiled and languid, suddenly interrupted her.

The newcomer was none other than the goddess Euryale, dressed in an exquisite dress.

She fanned her cheeks with her small, fair hands, and complained with a slight furrow of her brows:

"Originally, I was following my Master this time not only to resolve the summoning crisis, but also to take a good vacation in a place with ocean and beach... As a result, I've been busy with this and that, and I've been tossed around on the sea these past few days... I haven't had a proper chance to relax at all!"

“But, Miss Euryale, we still need to proceed to the next singularity to carry out the humanistic correction. Time is of the essence…” Dr. Roman couldn’t help but smile wryly as he tried to persuade her, attempting to reason with her.

"Anyway, who knows how long it will take you to find the next singularity. In that case, why not take some time to relax at this singularity?"

Euryale shook her head, her purple eyes revealing seriousness:

“Even the greatest hero can’t always be on edge while doing things… I think Ritsuka should take a good rest and enjoy the atmosphere of the beach and the seaside.”

Upon hearing this haughty goddess's words, Dr. Roman, who was in the Chaldea control room, sighed helplessly, turned to look at Leonardo da Vinci and Weber beside him, and gave them a pleading look that seemed to ask, "What do you think we should do?"

"I think there's no problem, Roman. Ritsuka-chan really needs to relax a bit; a string stretched too tight will break." Da Vinci winked playfully, indicating his full support.

Weber adjusted his glasses and added from a more realistic perspective: "Miss Euryale can represent Mr. Wang Chong's will. Since she wants to go on vacation, do you think we can stop her?"

Upon hearing the name "Wang Chong," Dr. Roman's lips twitched slightly, and he compromised, saying, "Alright... So how long do you plan to stay?"

“It’ll take at least half a month, right? After all, it takes quite a bit of time to get back to the previous island,” Euryale replied matter-of-factly.

"Eh, half a month? Can Mr. Wang Chong maintain the operation of the Singularity for half a month using the Holy Grail?" Roman still felt that the time was too long and couldn't help but ask with concern.

"Don't worry, Roman. If I want to... I can easily maintain it for a quarter."

A deep, magnetic voice broke the silence. Wang Chong walked over slowly, clutching the Holy Grail that shone with dazzling light in his hand.

The immense magical power overflowing from the Holy Grail, like tangible golden threads, intertwined with the surrounding spatial laws, steadily maintaining the existence of this singularity.

Wang Chong appeared calm and composed, as if maintaining the operation of a world was merely a matter of lifting a finger for him.

Seeing that Wang Chong had spoken, Dr. Roman had no choice but to completely compromise and give Ritsuka and Mashu a two-week leave.

Afterwards, Wang Chong and the others returned to the ship, raised the sails, and headed back towards the Island of the Winged Dragons.

……

As night fell, at the banquet, everyone enjoyed the food while discussing the gains from this singularity.

It was only then that Ritsuka and the others realized that the so-called "rumor of the sacrifice in the Sea of ​​the Eye of the Tide" was not originally spread by Thetis and Achilles.

"Wang Chongjun's original plan was to wipe out the Agor along with those pirate groups in one fell swoop. However, he did not expect the changes that occurred in the arena, so he changed his plan at the last minute."

Joan of Arc sat by the campfire, the firelight illuminating her gentle and holy face, and she slowly explained:

"After that, we stayed around those pirate groups, clearing out the sea monsters so that they could hold off the Agor and allow you to get to Atalanta in time to provide support."

"You'll know what happened next. When the Demon Pillar appeared, we rushed this way at top speed, but we were blocked by the barrier..."

Joan of Arc gave a wry smile:

"Originally, I planned to unleash the power of everyone's Noble Phantasms to forcibly shatter that barrier. But Wang Chongjun handled it so quickly that he didn't give us a chance to show our strength."

After listening to Joan of Arc's account, Kiyohime, who was standing nearby, leaned closer like a supple, boneless snake, appearing both languid and alluring, and spoke in a soft, fragrant voice:

"Therefore, I strongly support taking a vacation. These past few days, constantly battling those disgusting sea monsters, I feel completely exhausted, both physically and mentally. Hmm... I desperately need to replenish my Master's mana!"

As she spoke, her possessive eyes glanced toward a certain room, eliciting a burst of cheerful laughter from the crowd.

However, Kiyohime wasn't the only one thinking this way; the other female Servants on Noah's Ark shared similar sentiments. Their gazes towards Ritsuka and Wang Chong carried a mixture of resentment and longing.

If Wang Chong didn't have to deal with a disobedient witch right now, they probably would have already launched a "group attack" and completely overwhelmed him.

After a few rounds of drinks, Ritsuka and the others began to ask King David about King Solomon. However, somewhat regrettably, even King David, as a father, didn't understand why his son had become so cold-hearted.

"In my opinion, he's not that kind of person at all. If he were to really turn evil, it would probably be more like all of his wives cheating on him at the same time."

King David, without any regard for appearances, gnawed on a piece of roasted meat, chewing his food while mercilessly exposing his son's shortcomings:

"Of course, that was just a joke. In reality, I don't think he'll turn out that way."

While drinking ale, King David vividly recounted some of the embarrassing and romantic escapades of King Solomon in the past.

Meanwhile, a doctor in Chaldea, feeling that this was a major social disaster for him, broke out in a cold sweat. So he made an excuse and quietly slipped away to avoid the embarrassment of digging a three-bedroom apartment out of his toes.

……

Meanwhile, inside the cabins of Noah's Ark, the atmosphere was completely different from the joyful laughter outside.

With a muffled thud, Wang Chong, showing no mercy, tossed Medea onto the soft bed.

The witch of Colchis was no longer the haughty and mysterious woman she usually was. She was completely bound by specially made red ropes, the red ropes digging into her fair skin and outlining breathtaking curves.

Her mouth was gagged, and she could only make indistinct whimpering sounds, unable to utter a single word.

Her eyes were completely covered by a black cloth, and the deprivation of her vision amplified her body's sensitivity to an extreme degree. Even the slightest breeze could make her delicate body tremble.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound echoed in the quiet room. Wang Chong raised his hand and slapped Medea's pert buttocks hard.