[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-became-the-patron-of-villains":3,"chapter-became-the-patron-of-villains-became-the-patron-of-villains-chapter-205":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Became the Patron of Villains",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},759695,1006,"Chapter 205","became-the-patron-of-villains-chapter-205",205,"\u003Cp>Everyone holds their breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the knights who had fallen into despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Reinhardt, who had been racking his brain to escape the current situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Syrkal, whose mouth hung open in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Deus, who had been desperately maintaining his threads to block the black mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[-!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Apostle of Sloth, who had been striking down to kill Alon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that moment, as everyone held their breath, Alon, emitting blue lightning so bright it illuminated the ashen world, silently extended his hand and made a small motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A minuscule flick, barely noticeable unless one looked closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lightning that small movement unleashed shot out in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It began to massacre the small spiders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BZZZZZT!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chaotic blue lines started etching themselves across the ashen world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At times moving in straight lines, at times shifting erratically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lightning mercilessly pierced through the spiders’ bodies, and within seconds, wiped out every spider in the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first to react to this sight was none other than the Apostle of Sloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘It must be dealt with now!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Apostle of Sloth, who had merged with Krakscha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing an instinctive threat from the being before him, he retrieved his disintegrating leg, and without the slightest hesitation, immediately scattered black mana, lunging at Alon to crush him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he knew it with absolute certainty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the only chance to deal with the being before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No— even now, it was already too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Dieeeee—!!!]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting out a monstrous shriek to drive away the suffocating fear surging toward him, the Apostle of Sloth hurled his massive form toward Alon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, faced with such a desperate onslaught, Alon’s gaze remained utterly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Serene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if nothing happening before him mattered at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply, serenely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched the massive form charging toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just as it was about to reach him— Marquis Palatio raised his hand toward the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simultaneously—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOOOM—!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deafening roar shook the heavens as if the entire world had exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in his grasp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BZZZZT~!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—was lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he had torn it straight from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless arcs of electricity streaked between the ground and sky,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>converging into Alon’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lightning, twisting and contorting as if about to burst,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ultimately settled within his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the very moment the Apostle of Sloth lifted his remaining leg—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A voice rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heaven’s Wrath (天).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet yet overwhelmingly clear voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the Apostle of Sloth saw was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[A—]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pure white world blooming within the ashen expanse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It swept across the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing mechanical whine, far surpassing its threshold, consumed all sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blinding radiance robbed the knights of their sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was swallowed whole, and a void of sensation took hold of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment their senses returned— what lay before their eyes was— a massive spider, pierced clean through from head to torso, completely motionless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And standing before it, gazing down in silence, was Alon, wreathed in lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low gasp escaped from the lips of one of the knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unmistakable reverence in his eyes spread like wildfire to all those around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just the knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But also to Reinhardt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Deus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Syrkal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blankly stared at the radiant man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had never once doubted his existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, even so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That did not mean she had been without doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how deeply she had devoted herself, a sliver of uncertainty had always lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Syrkal had never once seen Kalannon with her own eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had been stories passed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had been near-certain speculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had been the unwavering conviction of the previous chieftain, whose judgment had never been wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, there had been no tangible proof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one missing piece had planted a seed of doubt in Syrkal’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just perhaps, she had been mistaken all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps the former chieftain, who had never once erred, had been wrong this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A doubt, minuscule in size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet at this very moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It vanished, as if it had never existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because she knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the blue lightning coursing through Marquis Palatio’s body truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the antlers sprouting from his head signified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, Syrkal— she lowered her head in reverence and faith to the great deity she worshipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>***\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whew—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Alon’s hair, which had been standing on end, gradually settled, he felt the antlers atop his head slowly fading away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting out a small sigh, he clenched his left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tremble—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left hand shook uncontrollably, against his will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp numbness spread through it, as if blood had stopped flowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, Alon worried—had his left hand been permanently damaged?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he couldn’t afford to dwell on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘My body feels like it’s falling apart…’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond his left hand, a searing pain racked his entire body, as if he might shatter at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘If I move even a little, I might scream.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pain was worse than when he had been bleeding out after his encounter with Ulthultus—so intense it made his vision blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Alon didn’t show it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because every single person around him was watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faces were filled not just with awe, but with something closer to divine reverence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes were wide, their mouths slightly open, as if they were beholding a god made flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘……This attention is a bit much.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon wasn’t the type to care about others’ gazes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, not under normal circumstances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in this situation, where he was the sole focus of such open veneration—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I have no choice but to endure.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no intention of collapsing from pain in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……Even if, the looks of “reverence” were to suddenly cool into mere “respect,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be— A little embarrassing, even for Alon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Still, I’m glad the first attempt went well.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“1”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kalannon’s voice echoed in his head, and before Alon could even react, the voice continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[No need to reply. I wouldn’t hear you anyway at this point. I’m just delivering my message, so just listen.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight to the point, as always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I’ll keep it to three things. First—Even with my help, you actually managed to manifest properly. That’s impressive. It’s not something that usually succeeds so easily.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Second—Your body is probably in excruciating pain right now, but if you plan on using divinity again, don’t bother healing yourself. I’ll explain why later.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Lastly, I need you to retrieve something for me. There’s a pair of deer antlers buried somewhere in these ruins. You must find them. Without them, we won’t be able to communicate anymore, and I won’t be able to teach you anything about divinity.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Got it? It’s really important! Really! I’m counting on you~!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kalannon repeated the request multiple times, emphasizing its importance, and finally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one last, “Please, I’m begging you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice faded away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……Well, looks like that’s settled for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon sighed softly, committing the girl’s words to memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive tremor echoed from a distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite having just defeated the Apostle of Sloth and the monstrous Krakscha, the sound made Alon turn his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth fell open before he even realized it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had barely been a few seconds since he had sighed in relief— and yet,  now, even from deep within the forest, he could see it clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive horde of monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell is that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re mutants from the Selvanus region! It looks like they lost control of their territory to the black mana, but now that it’s gone, they’re returning immediately!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why does nothing ever end in one go?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The urgency in Reinhardt and Syrkal’s voices reached his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thud, thud, thud!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even in that short moment, the mutated creatures had already drawn near.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reinhardt swiftly drew his sword, but his face was filled with dismay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for good reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it were just one or two monsters, Reinhardt wouldn’t have been so tense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, there were at least eight of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meaning, it was practically impossible for him to take them on alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deus was already exhausted, having exceeded his limits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even though Alon looked fine on the surface, Reinhardt could tell that he wasn’t in great condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like I have no choice…!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reinhardt steeled himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gripped his sword tightly and prepared to charge forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as he did—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Splurt—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The head of the leading mutant exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The unexpected, instantaneous event left everyone in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And before they could even comprehend what had happened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thunk! Thudududu!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if confirming the reality before them, the rolling, blood-soaked head of the fallen mutant skidded across the ruined ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t just one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A snake’s head was split cleanly in two, spilling blood in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wolf-like mutant’s skull was crushed beyond recognition, its brains splattering in all directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a creature with dozens of tentacles had its torso torn apart, painting the green forest red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive mutants hadn’t even had a chance to strike before—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An instant massacre had unfolded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As everyone stood frozen, unable to comprehend what had happened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, man, it feels good to stretch a little after so long.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A girl emerged from the field of slaughter, stepping over the fallen mutants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone held their breath at the sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because she was leading some strange group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because of her beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason every single person instinctively froze was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, I’m a little late, but.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The overwhelming aura radiating from her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A primal, suffocating pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind that warned—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If they moved even an inch, they would die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just enough to make knights hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kh—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guh—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Made them collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, knights began fainting, unable to withstand the sheer force of her presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the girl—no, the King of a Hundred Ghosts—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t spare them a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if their existence didn’t even register to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anyway, long time no see!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With an impossibly cheerful voice and an energetic wave, she greeted Alon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those who barely managed to remain standing turned to stare at Alon in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……????”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon was just as confused as they were.\u003C\u002Fp>",1713,"2026-06-02T12:43:45.413Z",1,"novelbin.me","e5c27cf05e77bc6e0db81f3742285876ea10f6987b1373dc9b22383d60ca9ec6","became-the-patron-of-villains-chapter-206","became-the-patron-of-villains-chapter-204",479,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecame-the-patron-of-villains-cover.jpg"]