[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam":3,"chapter-young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-100":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day",{"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},500752,755,"Chapter 100 Misdirection [IV]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-100",100,"\u003Cp>It was early afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sun was hanging high in the clear blue sky, casting long shadows on the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today marked the sixth day of our mission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was sitting on a weathered roadside bench beside the church.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, the same church I visited that day. But today, I had no intention of stepping inside — not yet, at least.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, I was watching some children play silly games on the street in front of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were six of them, four boys and two girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked to be around eight to nine years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since this was the inner city, where only the wealthy and influential people lived, the clothes these children wore seemed far better than those worn by kids in the slums.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But make no mistake, even here they weren't exactly draped in silk or gilded ornaments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to what noble kids wear in the Western Safe-Zone, their attires were still modest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But by the standards of this region, their clothes looked clean, neatly pressed, and well-fitted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faces were flushed and bright, their features soft, and their cheeks round — they were all clear signs of full meals and restful nights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These kids lived lived comfortably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was enough to tell me that their parents were people of means — minor nobles, merchants, or perhaps officials with ties to the Knight Council.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the past two days, I had been watching these children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They attended the church school, and every afternoon, after their classes ended, they came here to play for an hour or two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their laughter rang out freely, unburdened, bubbling over like a spring after the thaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, they were playing a game called Hunter and Beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the boys was holding a wooden sword, playing the part of a gallant knight. The other kids took turns pretending to be fearsome monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rules of their game were simple. The knight had to touch all the monsters with his sword. If he succeeded, he won.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The monsters could stop him by throwing softballs at him. If the knight was hit thrice, he'd die and the monsters would win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was strange, watching them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their world felt so distant from mine — not in distance, but in spirit. I never knew such carefree joy in my childhood. I never played these games, never laughed like they did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was a stranger to the ease they took for granted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right then, when I was lost in my thoughts, a ball rolled too far from the kids, bouncing unevenly toward me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the girls, her braids flying behind her, ran after it. She stopped when she saw me, her bright green eyes locking onto mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Excuse me,\" she said, her voice as polite as her upbringing demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I bent down, picked up the ball, and held it out to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here,\" I said, offering a small smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, sir,\" she replied, taking it carefully with both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lingered a moment longer than she needed to, her head tilted slightly as if studying me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did she see something in my face?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that made her uneasy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go on,\" I said, my voice soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded quickly and dashed back to the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I leaned back on the bench, my fingers twitching involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching them play was strange for yet another reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just a few days, hundreds of Spirit Beasts would be unleashed into the city streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless citizens were going to die, as a result. In fact, the death toll would reach tens of thousands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could stop it if I wanted to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I wasn't going to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if I stopped it now, this mission would be over, and I'd gain nothing from this venture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, I was putting my own ambitions before the lives of thousands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My greed — no, my need for power — meant more than these people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, I would let them die. Because if I didn't, millions more would die in a future that I would be too weak to change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew that prioritizing my thirst for strength was despicable, vile even, but I had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, even if some of these children would die in the coming massacre… I would let it happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another sigh escaped me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was then that I noticed an old man headed toward me. He was the same guy Kang, Michael, and I had met a few days ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was guarding that village on the outskirts. His name was Rob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was full of deep wrinkles, but his hardened expression remained cold. Every inch of him radiated an aura of sharp danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And though his back was slightly hunched, his every movement was precise and controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were no cracks in his stance, no vulnerabilities in his posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His deathly calm eyes swept over every detail with the unblinking focus of a hawk, making it nearly impossible to sneak up on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man was, in every sense of the word… dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I almost thanked the gods he wasn't an Awakened — because if he were, he'd be a monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I kept my composure, watching him from the corner of my eye as he approached and sat on the other side of the bench.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out his communicator and started scrolling through the news article on it with no apparent interest in me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few minutes passed in silence, and then he spoke. His tone was soft, as if he were speaking to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn't. He was talking to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gave him a sidelong glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn't need to ask what he meant. I already knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few days ago, I acquired three unwitting pawns when I visited a bar. And coincidentally, all three of them were officers in the police force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, I'm talking about those three unfortunate idiots I played poker with — Jones, Mark, and Lyle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After taking them in as my underlings, I gave them simple tasks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't anything too dangerous or complicated — just things like moving some papers, giving me bits of information, that sort of thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them, Lyle, had a specific role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to pretend he was about to destroy a bag of documents. He didn't know what was in that bag, only that it was something important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, I kept a close eye on my team, especially on Michael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, last night, when Michael and Lily made their way to the police station, I gave Lyle a call. Continue your adventure at My Virtual Library Empire\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I told him to look out for those two, make sure Michael noticed him, and then start running. His job was to lead Michael to a back alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Lyle was hesitant, suspicious even.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I assured him I'd handle everything once he got Michael to the alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe he thought I had some personal grudge against Michael and planned to ambush him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever he imagined, he agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that he had much of a choice — I wasn't exactly asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it's always better when the lamb walks willingly to the slaughter. Less noise. No struggle. Fewer complications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so, Lyle did as instructed, dangling the bait just enough to catch Michael's attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael, predictable as ever, bit down hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a knack for sensing something wrong when everything seemed right — a quality that made him dangerous, but also easy to manipulate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Lyle led Michael to the alley, I gave the order. Not to him… but to Rob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I asked Rob to kill Lyle. The old man was a retired sniper, so taking a shot like that to assassinate someone wasn't exactly hard for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so it happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clean kill, no loose ends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But why did I sacrifice my own pawn?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because he had outlived his usefulness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And also because I needed Michael and Lily to believe that the documents Lyle carried were genuine. I needed them to look credible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, Michael was getting too close to the truth. If I had left him unchecked, he would've unraveled everything and ended this mission within days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn't allow that to happen. Not yet. Not in this way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I gave him a piece of the truth, just enough to misdirect him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I forged some papers — fake reports, records, blueprints. While those documents were fake, the truth in them wasn't. Well, not entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all those documents painted Overlord Everan as the mastermind behind the city's chaos — the culprit Michael was looking for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That shifted Michael's attention entirely to what I wanted him to focus on. Now he'd stop putting his nose where he shouldn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if my instincts were right, he would soon make his move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant I'd have to make mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, I loved this part.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thrill of watching everything fall perfectly into place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The game had begun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I let a faint smile tug at my lips and turned to the old man beside me. \"Good job. What about the others?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hesitated for a moment, then gave a very slight nod. \"They're taken care of as well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Lyle had to die, I couldn't let his comrades live. That wouldn't be fair. And loose ends were a luxury I couldn't afford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, I had Mark and Jones removed as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Great.\" I turned back to watch the children playing. \"The money will be in your account in a few days. I heard your son died recently, and your granddaughter's an Awakened. You're collecting enough to send her to an academy, aren't you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time since he sat down, Rob looked directly in my direction. \"So?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shrugged. \"If you want, I can arrange the funds. I can even recommend her to the Apex Academy—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before I could finish, Rob cut me off. \"No need.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then shook his head. \"I already have most of what I need for a good academy. I don't need another deal from you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I studied him for a beat. \"How did you know I was offering a deal? Maybe I was doing it out of the kindness of my heart?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rob scoffed, his lips curling into a bitter smirk. \"Men like you don't do charity without something in it for them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked, then returned the smirk. \"There are no men like me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Rob's scoff was laced with a venomous chuckle. \"Oh, there are always men like you. Men who think they're above consequences. Men who think they can do anything because they have power and money.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rolled my eyes. \"If you're talking about those cops, they weren't exactly saints. They were corrupt. You know what they did to a young woman—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, Rob interrupted me before I could finish. \"Doesn't matter what kind of man he was. You had no right to play god. But you did. And that's the kind of man you are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took a slow breath, letting the words settle before responding. \"Okay, old man. Sure, I'm disgusting trash. But remember, I didn't pull the trigger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rob stared at me for a long moment, and for a brief instant, I swear I saw the wrinkles on his face softening — just barely — before hardening once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned around and started walking away, but not before muttering under his breath, \"And that makes me worse than you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1917,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.767Z","2026-06-01T04:31:11.943Z",1,"novelbin.me","5227566e756fae475311058e33fb0378b38de8dd57a0a2e3fc234db18012cbfa","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-201","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-99",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]