[{"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-11":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},500663,755,"Chapter 11 Rite Of Valor [II]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-11",11,"\u003Cp>\"Begin!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My father moved first and he moved fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was upon me in less than a fraction of a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...What the fu—?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn't even have time to finish my curse or even take a proper stance. A massive left fist was already rocketing toward my jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a surge of adrenaline, I widened my eyes and hastily raised my sword to block his hook with the flat side of the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Tanggg!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fist was like a sledgehammer striking an anvil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A loud metallic clang echoed in the air as if my sword itself was crying out in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact reverberated through my bones. It felt like I was trying to stop a moving mountain with a tiny twig.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gritted my teeth, desperately holding his fist at bay, but he had two hands. Of course he had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second later, he shot a straight jab aimed at my face with his right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My sword was still pushing back his other fist, leaving me completely exposed from the front.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I needed to retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having no other option, I quickly jumped back to a safe distance… just in time to feel the air stir with such violent ferocity that it threw my hair into disarray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haaa!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After landing a few steps back, I exhaled sharply, releasing an anxious breath I didn't even know I was holding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was too close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that punch had made contact with my face…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could've easily caved in my skull!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Running already?\" My father's deep, ridiculing voice fell in my ears. His tone was full of condescension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I glanced up to see him smirking so scornfully that it made my blood boil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hated this man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I used to look up to him when I was little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I remembered often staying up late at night, reading stories of his grand adventures when he was yet to be called the Golden Duke…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like when he destroyed the main camp of Ishtara and ended the years long Civil War there all on his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or how he single-handedly defeated an Elder Spirit when he was a mere S-ranker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even once defied the Authority of Time itself in the Grave of Old Gods before establishing the Golden Sanctuary in that Death-Zone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took pride in being his son whenever someone mentioned his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wanted him to take pride in me as well. For a long time, I was desperate for his approval, his love, and his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I resented my own twin sister because he favored her over me. Because she was strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now I see I was a fool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don't deserve my respect,\" I muttered under my breath and darted forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fleeting look of surprise flashed in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was shocked. Why wouldn't he be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one – not even the strongest of Hunters – would ever dare to charge at him so openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I knew that if I got pushed back here, I wouldn't find another chance to attack him. I had to be on the offensive here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was not at all because he hurt my pride by smirking at me. No, no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment I stepped into striking range, I swung my sword in a wide arc, aiming to cleave him in two with practiced precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But my father parried the attack with his bare hand. The force of his block traveled up my arms, almost causing me to lose my grip on the sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Clang!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In one swift motion, he struck the blade with such tyrannical force that it shattered into shards, and a cascade of metallic splinters fell to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?!\" I yelped in disbelief as the «Honorbound» Card, which had given the sword its form, broke into countless sparks of light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I could fully process the loss, my father moved in and struck my chest with an open palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The brutal impact knocked the wind out of my lungs, sending me flying backward like a broken ragdoll.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hit the ground hard, rolling before springing back to my feet, gasping for air as pain surged through my sternum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there he was again, relentless, closing in for another attack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his leg, bending it inward before thrusting forward to execute a powerful front kick at my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barehanded now, I crossed my arms over my body in a futile attempt to cushion the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kick connected with bone-crushing intensity, sending ripples of pain through my body. It felt like I was hit by a speeding car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sheer agony caused my arms to tremble as I staggered back, and my chest burned in pain, prompting me to let my guard down for just a second—a second too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seizing the opening, my father delivered a lightning-fast punch to my chest, shattering the hard metal plate covering my upper body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The «Noble's Guard» Card dissolved next, disintegrating into a shower of light along with my armor, leaving me with no added physical protection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This had been his plan since the start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was targeting a single spot on my armor to strike until it shattered, just as he did with my sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew his tactics, but the problem was that his speed was simply overwhelming!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was fighting me with infuriating ease!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For his massive size and muscle density, his agility was astounding, even with the Debuffs he applied to himself\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe this was the gap between a C-ranker like me and his SSS-rank. No matter the constraints, I could never match his level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet, anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperate and more than a little hurt, I hopped back a few meters to create some distance and drew a spell card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>«Fireball»\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I couldn't match him in close quarters, I'd keep him at bay until I could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Burn!\" I shouted, extending my hand and facing an open palm toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A blazing ball of red and orange fire materialized before me and launched toward my father as if shot straight from a cannon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Idiot,\" he scoffed, nonchalantly slapping the fireball aside with the back of his hand like he was squatting a bug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames dissipated harmlessly, leaving only a slight char on his skin as he continued his slow and menacing approach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When are you going to start fighting?\" he taunted, disdain dripping from every word that left his mouth. \"Or is this your best effort?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck off!\" I shouted, unleashing another fireball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dodged it, but I shot another, and then another – a barrage of them until the air between us was drowned by a sea of fiery explosions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My Spirit Essence was depleting fast. Casting and utilizing Cards took energy, but I didn't care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don't get me wrong. I wasn't being pointlessly aggressive. Each fireball was buying me precious seconds to prepare my other Cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not the battle I was going to win by holding back. I needed to use everything I had at my disposal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so I did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three more cards materialized, floating above me with shiny runes etched into their surfaces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>«Strength Boost» and «Reflex Boost» appeared first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As their names suggested, these Enhancement Category Cards significantly bolstered my strength and reflexes, allowing me to perform at peak human levels.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, there was another Spell Card – «Mistfall» – that I grabbed and threw on the ground at my feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, my father emerged from the torrent of flames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wisps of smoke danced around his muscular frame, yet not a single hair on his body was burnt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, not even his clothes were harmed. He was utterly unscathed by that firestorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He eyed me like a vengeful demon and bolted in my direction with terrifying speed. But this time, I rolled to the side before he could get me and narrowly evaded his strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, as I got up and looked back, I realized he had snatched my «Fireball» Card from the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When materialized, Cards float close to the caster's body. It was possible to grab the card after it had been cast and even destroy it to prevent its further use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haa,\" my father scoffed as he squashed my Card in his grip. \"Anyone who can't even protect his Cards is not a true Hunter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn't respond. Instead, I poured my Spirit Essence into the Card I had thrown to the ground earlier and activated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It erupted in a thick white mist like a military-grade smoke grenade going off. The courtyard was suddenly enveloped in a dense white fog, rendering visibility near zero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn't like using this card. It veiled my vision as much as it did my opponent's. Such cards were typically used for retreat, not confrontation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this was my strategy—to use the cover of mist for my next move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While my father's vision was still obscured, I moved to summon the last two cards from my arsenal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was time for my endgame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My Origin Card appeared, emerging from an orb of radiant light. It took the form of a small, golden rectangle, emitting a vibrant glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>«Materiokinesis»\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the manifestation of my very soul, granting me my innate ability to manipulate matter on a simple level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was my ace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My trump card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, from somewhere deep within the mist, I heard my father's ground-shattering roar, filled with both anger and challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this everything you have, Samael?! Give me everything!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I quickly knelt, knowing he must have noticed the flash of light from my Origin Card's activation. I had to act fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Placing my hands on the cold, hard concrete ground, I altered its material makeup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew he was coming at me, so I turned the ground under his feet malleable—a patch of spongy, unstable earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, he stumbled, momentarily thrown off balance by the sudden change in terrain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using that time, I reshaped the concrete beside me, transmuting a long handle that protruded from the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stood up and yanked the handle, pulling out a massive battle hammer forged from the very same concrete that made up this courtyard, leaving a deep crater in its place on the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a weapon in hand, I charged forward, swinging it with all my might while the Duke was still regaining his footing. This was my chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But my father barely flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shifted his weight just enough to sidestep the blow, letting the hammer crash into the softened earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And since I had put too much weight behind my swing, it was me who lost my footing this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfazed, my father used that chance to whip his leg in a swift arc, slamming it into my torso with the momentum of his sidestep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Khuaak!\" I coughed up a mouthful of blood as my body flew sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I used the hammer's weight to anchor myself and keep me upright, my feet leaving trenches on the mushy ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arghh,\" it took every bit of willpower I had in me not to fall right then and there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His kick had broken several of my ribs. The pain was nearly overwhelming... nearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My muscles screamed with exhaustion, each fiber of my being pushed to its limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I refused to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the last ounce of my strength, I reformed the battle hammer in my hand into a crude spear. It was thick and weighed as much as the hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, I couldn't create or destroy mass, only transform it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking a deep breath, I hurled the spear at my father, aiming for his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, in a display of his unyielding might, he grasped it mid-air and tossed it aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet that distraction was all I needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dropping to one knee, I pressed my palms to the ground once again and channeled even more Spirit Essence into my innate ability, straining my soul to the extreme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground trembled violently as I altered the very earth around us, forming jagged spikes from the concrete, surrounding the Duke in a cage of stone lances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced around, unimpressed at my display of power, but I wasn't finished yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let's see how you like this!\" I snarled, focusing all my willpower on the stone spikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a mental command, I sent them hurtling toward him from every direction, trying to skewer him with their jagged tips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…But even all that wasn't enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a single, sweeping motion of his arm, the Golden Duke shattered the spikes that dared to invade his personal space, reducing them to dust and debris.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each swing was like the strike of a god, breaking through my defenses with raw, unrivaled force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He... was unstoppable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was prepared for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As my father demolished my stone spikes and closed in on me with a fierce, predatory intensity, I triggered my final gambit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground beneath him softened again, only this time turning something similar to quicksand and trapping his legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got you!\" I shouted, seizing the opportunity as I charged at him for the third time since this duel began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My breath was ragged, my body screaming in protest, but I pressed on, driven by nothing but desperation. And pure spite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trap didn't hold him for long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an explosive burst of energy, he willed his Spirit Essence into his legs, shattering the quicksand and freeing himself with ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then… he moved in a blur and grabbed me by the throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I could even realize what had happened, he effortlessly lifted me into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Graah!\" I choked, my feet kicking helplessly as I struggled against his iron grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes bore into mine, as cold and uncaring as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have seen enough. If this is all you have to show for yourself, then I will end this now,\" he declared, though I couldn't help but smirk despite the dire situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mist was still surrounding us. Because of it, my father hadn't noticed the dagger in my hand – a wickedly sharp white blade with a black leather handle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>«Grimclaw's Talon»\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without any hesitation, I slashed his wrist using it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade cut deep, severing nerves and causing his grip on my neck to slacken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Oh?\" he murmured, barely registering the pain as he retracted his hand and let me fall to my feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was my chance!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped in closer to him as fast as I could and thrust the dagger toward his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thing is…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My Origin Card granted me the power to manipulate matter, but I wasn't yet on a level where I could disintegrate organic matter with just a touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn't deconstruct inorganic materials, either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All I could do was reshape and slightly alter their properties – like softening something hard, molding anything like clay, or turning liquid into solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yes, that included blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To do that on a living being… to freeze their blood while it was still in their body, I needed an open wound, a direct conduit to their bloodstream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, this had been my endgame from the start – to just make him bleed and get close enough to touch him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was why I let him destroy my armor and sword without too much resistance so he would drop his guard and give me the chance to step near him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was also why I used the cover of the mist to plan my next attacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I even succeeded in the end… somewhat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Earlier, I slashed his wrist, but he retracted his hand before I could touch it. But if I wound him again and moved before he could, then I would win!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Thud!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as my blade neared its target, my father's hand came crashing down on my shoulder and dislocated it with a brutal chop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lost my grip on the Grimclaw's Talon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a seamless motion, my father caught the dagger as it slipped through my fingers and, with indifferent cruelty… plunged it into my stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah— Haaa!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn't even scream—the agony was so intense it robbed me of breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could feel the blade buried deep in my gut. The world spun around me as my mind reeled from the organ-rending pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the midst of that anguish, as I collapsed to my knees, I heard my father chuckle overhead—a cold and ruthless laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>",2734,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.485Z","2026-06-01T04:31:10.979Z",1,"novelbin.me","0fbfcb0c544f4fd4544add09fabb92004f59419d7ae8e0a1df1bc81ff42b5a25","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-12","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-10",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]