[{"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-368":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},759658,1006,"Chapter 368 : On Sin (6)","became-the-patron-of-villains-chapter-368",368,"\u003Cp>\"!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon opened his eyes to find himself in a pure white space where there was nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t tell which way was up or down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t even know where he was standing—only that the space was endlessly white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he blankly gazed into that void, a thought passed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Did I fail...?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, death had already reached him at the final moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After using Reverse Heaven multiple times, his body could no longer endure another attempt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had completely exhausted the divine power needed to wield the divinity of the Primordial Elf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he still used Reverse Heaven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he had accepted death, but because he had made a careful calculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘I’m sure the divine power gathered at the last moment.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Alon recalled Eliban’s voice, the plan he had in mind was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the final moment, he would use Reverse Heaven and simultaneously gather the reverence of the surrounding soldiers to invoke the Primordial Elf’s divinity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He believed that the troops there would provide at least the minimum divine energy necessary for him to channel that power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why, though he stood lost in thought for a brief moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly saw a familiar figure standing before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eliban?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eliban was standing there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Alon called his name, Eliban turned his gaze toward him as if he had been waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face looked no different from how Alon had last seen him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bright, carefree smile lingered at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blue eyes, clear and deep, carried no trace of worry as they looked upon Alon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon opened his mouth but could not find the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know where to begin or what to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Should he ask if they were both dead?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or where they were?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or why Eliban had become sin itself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind swirled in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unfortunately, Alon didn’t have much time to think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry. But for the sake of the ‘next,’ this was the only way. So please—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m leaving the rest to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the time given for that farewell was fleeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon shouted without thinking at Eliban’s farewell-like words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still hadn’t decided what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew time was running out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if this truly was the end—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was one thing he needed to say to Eliban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon had always worked to prevent the world’s destruction, but he had never risked everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even knowing that ruin was inevitable, he hadn’t staked his life on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the reason was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because of Eliban.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The protagonist of Psychedelia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hero destined to save the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Eliban existed, Alon could endure the crushing pressure of annihilation and still take one step back from despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why he spoke from the heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Alon, Eliban’s mere existence had been a source of comfort and relief—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A reassurance against the terror of the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did that sincerity reach him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eliban gazed steadily at Alon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please don’t say that. Then as now, the one receiving help—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He smiled a little wider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“—has always been me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Alon was about to smile back—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“—Father.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agonizing pain tore through his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Urgh—!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the agony overwhelmed him, Alon’s eyes snapped open wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bit down hard to stifle the scream rising from his throat as he forced himself to look ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The abyss still loomed in the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within that abyss, the Milky Way still shimmered faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earth below had lost its jagged thorns and turned into a land of ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in that ashen world stood One Who Bears It.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His appearance had changed from before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armor he wore was shattered and broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sword he had wielded was now half-destroyed, leaving only the hilt in his grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked as though he could no longer continue fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as he took in the sight, Alon let out a low sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Who Bears It’s figure was utterly miserable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Sin that had been fighting beside him seemed unable to move, perhaps due to the damage One Who Bears It had sustained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Who Bears It’s body was slowly—barely—regenerating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Can you bear the burden of sin?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he wondered what he should do, the voice of Sin echoed once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon silently stared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words he spoke were the same as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon opened and closed his lips repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already knew what his answer should be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the situation, there was really only one possible response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even knowing nothing at all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t be certain that agreeing to those words was truly the right choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As silence stretched on, One Who Bears It looked quietly at Alon and began to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[We have taken countless lives.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[There was a time when we filled the continent with the blood of those we took.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dispassionately, he continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[There was a time when we covered the land with the flesh of those we had slain.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Once, I beheaded a mother who held a broom to protect her child.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Once, I crushed the body of a son who raised a hoe to protect his aging mother.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Once, I burst the head of a priest who prayed to protect the orphans.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Once, I cleaved in half a soldier who charged forward to protect his lover.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And once again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Who Bears It’s voice calmly carried the truth of all the sins he had committed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no trace of pleasure in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No joy either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Alon felt from the voice of Sin, as it recounted the deaths of countless people, was an emotion too contradictory to define.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So deeply contradictory, in fact, that everyone present could only feel confusion for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[We killed those we were meant to protect.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was what he felt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then came the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[To stop the Watchers.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon’s eyes widened as he took in fragments of the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[This world was created for the birth of a god.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[That is the true nature of this world.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragments of truth Alon had never known before poured into his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Therefore, this world itself can become ‘divine’ through belief.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that could never be understood within Psychedelia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Every sentient being born on this continent exists solely to bring forth the birth of a god.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something he could never have realized, even after living here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[And with the birth of that god—]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[—comes destruction.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those words that slipped quietly from One Who Bears It’s lips, Alon instinctively opened his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There were already ‘gods’ in the previous world.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[You mean what your kind calls the Age of Forgotten Gods?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Those were not gods. Merely mutations that appeared within this world. No life born here can ever become divine.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon’s question came instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Because the life of this world was never created to become a god.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer was so simple, so clear, that Alon was left speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The life of this world exists only to offer faith to the Watchers who descended upon it. That is our duty, nothing more.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The one who awakened us discovered a truth even within the despair of this world.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[That if the number of living beings does not surpass a certain threshold, the Watchers will not descend.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...Ah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft gasp escaped Alon’s lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘What I wanted to protect was humanity.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the voice of Sloth echoed faintly in his mind, like a dying ember of memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon understood clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth of this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The Sins went mad.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Greed erased its own emotions in the agony of killing those it swore to protect.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Envy lost the ability to even maintain its own form.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth of the Sins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Sloth turned its eyes away from the unbearable reality.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Pride, despite its noble origin, regressed into stupidity.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Who Bears It looked straight ahead, his expression calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[So I ask you again.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Can you bear the burden of sin?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once more, the question came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he hadn’t understood what those words meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the second time, he couldn’t grasp it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time—he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew what One Who Bears It meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew what it meant to bear burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sin had taken countless lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And through that, Sin itself had been broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, none of their actions could ever be justified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if those choices were made for the sake of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their deeds had given birth to fear and screams in countless hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, the Sins had borne the hatred and resentment of all living beings to sustain the world itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why the question was being asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he carry a world upheld by sin and resentment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shouldering the burden of those who destroyed life in order to preserve it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And end this cycle of reincarnation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he move forward to save the world, even knowing that if he failed, the weight of that burden would crush him completely?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon’s lips quivered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth was, Alon had never once thought of taking on such a great responsibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not when saving children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not when fighting the Outer Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even when facing Sin itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His goal had never been grand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply wanted to do what he could—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, once the threat of destruction had passed, live a peaceful, happy life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...No. Perhaps that had changed a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon turned his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him were familiar faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Yutia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Deus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rine, Seolrang, and Radan were there too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryanga, Historia, and Nangwon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Magrina, though not physically present, was among them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What Alon truly wanted—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was to live peacefully with those with whom he had built bonds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon reaffirmed his purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, after everything that had happened, the word salvation still felt foreign to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The idea of “saving the world” still felt impossibly distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was not a hero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nor was he a chosen warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, even so—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For that simple, humble wish of his—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one thing he could do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alon nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With unwavering eyes, he quietly faced One Who Bears It and declared his resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Is that so.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Who Bears It replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with a strange sense of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though grateful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[...If that is the choice you’ve made, then so be it.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Who Bears It’s body began to turn into gray dust and scatter into the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Along with him, the Sins that had been frozen in place also crumbled into drifting ashes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Then I leave the rest... to you.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At One Who Bears It’s words, Alon urgently raised his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...I have something I want to ask.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[What is it?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Watchers—who are they, really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that question, One Who Bears It slowly lifted the half-broken sword he held.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instinctively, Alon followed the motion with his gaze and looked upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky had, at some point, returned to its original form—a deep, serene night sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he saw there was the Milky Way, stretching across the heavens in a river of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of confusion crossed his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He followed the tip of the sword to the stars, but there was nothing there except the Milky Way—shining brightly, casting its silver light down upon the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[When one reaches the truth, there are things one can finally see.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At those quiet words, Alon continued to stare blankly at the heavens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, a distant memory surfaced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘...Does it look beautiful to you?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back when he followed the Observer in Raksas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those wistful words spoken with an unreadable expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When one reaches the truth, there are things one can finally see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same words One Who Bears It was saying now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[They have many names.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world began to change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[And many ways of being described.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beautiful Milky Way spread before Alon’s eyes began to shift and twist its form.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The people of the ancient East called them the Executors of Providence.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The ancient elves called them the Ones Who Stand Above the World Tree.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, that wasn’t it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The old kingdoms called them the Blood of the Gods. But the Illanef Empire, which uncovered their origin—and the Ghoul Blood that destroyed it—]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[They called those who sought to use this world as a cradle for birth by another name.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that the Milky Way was changing shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rather—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was that Alon was finally able to see the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t the Milky Way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Divine Blood.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eyes—?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes. Eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thousands of eyes, large and small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They filled the night sky completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one had a different shape—round, slit, compound, human—but all of them shared one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were looking down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were looking at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[ThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyou—]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[At last, we descend to the earth.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[We have waited for you, my benefactor.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[I want to become... I want to become... I want to become...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[We will see you on the surface.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every one of those countless eyes overflowed with dark, ecstatic joy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though delighted—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To gaze upon a life that had finally witnessed the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>",2265,"2026-06-02T12:43:45.413Z",1,"novelbin.me","7e90c0f70512597ec68891e22cee5f1910ccc6e6733dc16276a1bbb34b8bccdf","became-the-patron-of-villains-chapter-369","became-the-patron-of-villains-chapter-367",479,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fbecame-the-patron-of-villains-cover.jpg"]