[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-villain-s-pov":3,"chapter-the-villain-s-pov-the-villain-s-pov-chapter-339":6,"glossary-terms-598":24},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","THE VILLAIN'S POV",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},336526,598,"Chapter 339: Snow Lionheart (2)","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-339",339,"\u003Cp>Days passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow followed the same daily routine for a long time. He didn’t have many bonds, but he was observant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How the children began to vanish, one by one...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How they were essentially prisoners in the orphanage, never allowed beyond those iron fences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was even an entire section of the orphanage they were forbidden to enter—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Restricted Grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it revealed cracks in what once seemed like their perfect world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was really happening behind their backs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did the world outside even know they existed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow often found himself wondering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had awakened the ability to manipulate aura at a very young age—and was undeniably gifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the educational system within the orphanage had restricted him heavily, almost as if it didn’t want him to grow stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His only solace was the time he spent with Vice Director Annalise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curiosity grew within the young boy’s heart each day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially with the increasingly frequent disappearances of the orphanage children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At some point, it became a common occurrence, always followed by the arrival of new children to replace them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The teachers claimed they had been adopted, or transferred to \"better\" places.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many considered them the lucky ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But were they really?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when their disappearances always seemed to coincide with the director’s return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, upon reaching the age of ten, Snow began to be treated as someone \"special\" alongside a small group of children his age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when his doubts about the orphanage—and the strange substances being injected into his body—grew far stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he had little to hold onto.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only constant he had... was Miss Annalise. With her around, he felt he needed nothing else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And every time she embraced him, she would whisper the same words in his ear:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Be a good boy, Snow. Be obedient, and everything will be alright.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One day, she even gave him a necklace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A silver pendant shaped like a dove—a symbol of freedom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same emblem used by the orphanage itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But... was he really free?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow had always known the answer was no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His curiosity deepened each day, driven by a need to uncover the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had grown weary of all the quiet sobbing that followed whenever a child vanished without saying a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Annalise’s words had always been enough to hold him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Be a good boy, Snow. Be obedient, and everything will be alright.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet how long could those words continue to restrain him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not much longer...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a moonlit night, Snow snuck out of the bedroom, leaving the other children fast asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite their limited training, he could manipulate aura freely—allowing him to move swiftly and silently through the orphanage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The forbidden zone lay on the western side of the grounds. To reach it, he had to pass through quite a lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orphanage was practically a small city on its own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Snow was gifted by nature, and within minutes, he reached that forbidden, shadowed section of the compound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked forward, step by cautious step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The area was dark. Ominous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gradually, he reached a wide hall at the end of the corridor, illuminated by faint green lights emanating from enormous glass containers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driven by the urge to know—by the burning curiosity inside—Snow entered the room and was struck by a scene he never could’ve imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an old laboratory, filled with blood-stained instruments, beds covered in crimson, and the reek of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone would’ve been enough to terrify any child... but something else seized his attention entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive containers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He approached them slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he recognized what was inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy trembled violently, struggling to comprehend what he was seeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside those cylindrical tubes... were bloodied human body parts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arms. Legs. Severed limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those weren’t what frightened him most.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Severed, preserved heads—neatly arranged within the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t just anyone. They weren’t strangers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the children he had lived with for years under the same roof.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t exactly friends. But they had shared the same space. Laughed, cried, played, and grown together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their lifeless faces stared back at him from inside those tubes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grotesque sight of those decapitated heads, paired with the stench of blood, was far too much for someone like Snow Lionheart, who had lived a peaceful life until now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t even scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he could do was tremble as his heart pounded violently in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His instincts screamed at him to run—to leave now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his thoughts were clouded. Fear ruled over logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So instead of turning back, he ran deeper into the forbidden wing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, he arrived at a room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A room thick with the scent of blood and death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly was happening in this orphanage? Human experimentation? What kind of deranged mind had created this place?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer awaited behind the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was slightly ajar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow pushed it open just enough to peek inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was pitch black, lit only by a single lamp dangling from the ceiling—casting light on the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There, lying on a small bed, was a girl who couldn’t have been older than eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing before her...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was the man who had terrified him for as long as he could remember.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Director.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl was still alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the light had long since vanished from her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the sound of Snow’s chattering teeth could be heard. He was trembling more violently than ever before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Director slowly turned toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl lying on the bed before him had been half-eaten—her right chest and stomach were completely gone, her blood pooling endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her blood covered the Director’s face and robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from between the scars above his right eye, additional glowing red eyes emerged, staring directly at Snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy collapsed, his legs refusing to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, in a deep voice, the Director spoke:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Snow... ah, damn it. What are you doing here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow was special—so the Director recognized him immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wiping his mouth with his sleeve, the man began walking toward the boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each step, Snow’s heart sank deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"N-No!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Director picked up speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t come any closer!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knelt down and seized Snow’s face with both bloodied hands, smearing the girl’s blood across his cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His terrifying, inhuman eyes locked onto Snow’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow could feel the Director’s bloody breath brush against his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, in that same guttural voice, the Director spoke again:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You didn’t see anything... did you, Snow Lionheart?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-What...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow hesitated. His mind was still struggling to process what he had just witnessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You didn’t see anything. You didn’t hear anything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Director pulled Snow into a tight embrace, soaking him in blood as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re an obedient child... aren’t you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t speak a single word. It felt as though the Devil himself was holding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Answer me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Devil demanded a response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the boy couldn’t form the words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Answer me!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monstrous roar shattered what little resolve Snow had left. Shaking all over, he finally replied:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Y-Yes!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Director pulled away slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very good. Everything you saw tonight... was nothing more than a nightmare.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp blow suddenly struck Snow’s stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy’s world flipped upside down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just a bad dream.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow fell unconscious on the floor as the Director gazed down at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That boy was too important to lose. They couldn’t afford to let him die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, it would’ve been him lying on that table instead of the girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the time came, he did plan to let the boy go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that time hadn’t come yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, a familiar woman entered the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Director had already finished devouring the unfortunate child and was now cleaning himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Annalise arrived, he gestured toward Snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Return him to his bed. And make sure you control him properly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My apologies, sir. I didn’t expect this child to break the rules. He’s usually very obedient.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Annalise bowed deeply. The Director stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s fine. Just make sure it never happens again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment—before falling into each other’s arms, consumed by their carnal desires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beside them... Snow Lionheart lay motionless on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That child had been swallowed by the darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>",1406,"2026-05-30T03:41:22.346Z","2026-06-01T04:30:12.387Z",1,"novelbin.me","285761f40162ca5db7e400dc321470e4ddc4cd24298b243ac7562f47b649f0a1","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-340","the-villain-s-pov-chapter-338",866,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-villain-s-pov-cover.jpg",{"terms":25},[]]