[{"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-115":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},500517,755,"Chapter 115 The Mastermind [III]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-115",115,"\u003Cp>I had followed the High Priest and his men to the safe house, keeping a careful distance so they wouldn't spot me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the house, hidden under the floorboards, was the entrance to an underground bunker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I let them enter the bunker first, then waited just outside it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew the Overlord was inside, waiting for the High Priest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew they would fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew they would kill each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that's exactly what they did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen minutes. That was all it took for them to kill each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gunshots stopped, the screams faded, and the silence returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only two people were left alive by the end of it all — the High Priest and a young man who was his informant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, I decided it was my time to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, I moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I opened the entrance, climbed down the stairs, and stepped inside the bunker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interior was exactly as I had expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold floor was littered with bodies — some still twitching, others already stiff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood pooled in uneven trails on the ground, while the metal walls were painted red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder, burnt flesh, and the foul stench of spilled entrails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weapons lay discarded beside their fallen wielders — some broken, others still clutched in dead hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Near the entrance, a severed arm twitched. Its fingers curled and uncurled around the hilt of a sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was creepy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, this whole scene was creepy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was carnage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tiptoed around the blood and gore, careful not to dirty my new red leather boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'd bought these boots just a few days ago, and while they were cheap, they had grown on me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of all the carnage, near the far end of the room, were the only two survivors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was a tall old man with a wrinkled face, a protruding potbelly, and a bald head. He knelt on the ground, clutching his abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the High Priest. Judging by the way he trembled, he must've broken a few ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him stood a younger man with softer features and a deep wound carved into his left shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was bald, too — like a young monk — but his ragged breaths suggested he was barely holding himself together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment they noticed me, their eyes widened in shock and panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stopped a few paces away, watching, waiting for some kind of reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But instead of saying a word, they just… stared at me. Like they'd just seen a ghost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crunch, crunch, crunch—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah. Then it dawned on me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>See, while waiting outside the bunker, I got bored. So, I started munching on some popcorn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I still had the packet in my hand, chewing absentmindedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right. That must've been it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must've been so weird for them to see a handsome young gentleman like me stroll into this bloodbath, happily snacking away... and not even offer them any.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How rude of me,\" I said, stretching the packet of popcorn out toward them. \"Want some?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They blinked. Their gazes darted between me and the popcorn packet like I had just committed some unfathomable sin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, they said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I clicked my tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Throwing the packet away, I sighed. \"Never mind. It wasn't that good anyway.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That, finally, got a reaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Priest scrambled for his handgun, yanking a fresh magazine from his bag to reload.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, the young man activated his Origin Card. A veil of shimmering light swiftly enveloped his body as he lunged at me with a sword in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Experience exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he stepped into striking range, his blade flashed toward my neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn. He was trying to cleave my head off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took a single step back, dodging his sword with ease. He followed up with a thrust — and once again, I dodged by sidestepping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, no need to get so mad!\" I jested. \"I was just offering some popcorn!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I punched him in the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He staggered back, blood dripping from his nose as he winced in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could catch a breath, I grabbed his head with both hands, yanked it down, and slammed my knee into his face with vicious force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body jolted and a pained grunt escaped his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I was still not done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I snatched the sword from his grip and swept his legs out from under him with a low kick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he hit the ground after losing his footing, I drove the blade through his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ARGHHH!\" His scream echoed through the bunker as his face twisted in agony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, I had already summoned my Origin Card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using my power, I melted the tip of the sword and welded it to the metallic floor, effectively pinning him in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Priest had used this time to finish reloading. He raised his gun, aimed it at me, and fired a shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I moved just in time. The bullet streaked past harmlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another Card materialized over my shoulder by then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was [Steel Hide].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as soon as I activated it, my skin hardened unnaturally for the next few seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang—! Bang—! Bang—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More shots rang out, but I didn't bother dodging anymore. The bullets struck me, but none of them tore through my flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It still hurt like hell, though. I'd definitely have bruises later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But walking calmly through gunfire like this… felt so cool!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The High Priest's face flashed with terror as I kept advancing step by step, unaffected by the bullets hitting me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip on the gun tightened and his shots became more frantic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang—! Bang—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bullets thudded uselessly against my chest, sending nothing but dull aches through my body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"C'mon, old man,\" I said, dusting off my shoulder as if I'd been merely struck by raindrops. \"Why would you shoot me? I didn't even do anything… yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath hitched. He tried to fire again—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, I didn't give him the chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the effects of [Steel Hide] were waning. I had to end it quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a blink, I closed the distance. My hand clamped down on his wrist, forcing the gun upward. The next shot fired harmlessly into the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a strangled gasp as I twisted his wrist. His fingers spasmed and the gun slipped from his grasp—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I caught it before it could hit the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-Wait!\" he croaked, eyes wide with fear. \"We can talk about this—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I drove my knee into his gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wheezed in agony and doubled over, his potbelly jiggling from the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could collapse, I grabbed his collar and pulled him close, his face inches away from mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Talk?\" I mused. \"What kind of person shoots first and talks later? That's just bad manners.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trembled. His lips moved as he tried to say something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I slapped him across the face before he could even utter a word. The force of it sent him sprawling to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watched amusedly as the High Priest groaned, clutching his cheek, his wrinkled face contorted in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I crouched beside him, resting my chin on my palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know,\" I sighed, shaking my head, \"manners are important. If someone offers you food, you either accept it or politely decline. You don't start shooting them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wheezed again, trying to push himself up—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I stood up and casually stomped on his back, forcing him to stay down on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mean, really,\" I continued, feigning disappointment. \"Didn't your mother teach you any better? How did you even become a High Priest?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He coughed, spitting blood onto the floor. Despite his trembling, his gaze was filled with rage when he looked up at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-Who the fuck are you?!\" he roared, as angrily as he could in his state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who, me?\" I tilted my head and smirked. \"I'm Samael. Samael Kaizer Theosbane.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1348,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.767Z","2026-06-01T04:31:10.979Z",1,"novelbin.me","31825d637fa3a45287f11975a8cabe1e004fc842ed974daa8f8df556c24c09be","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-116","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-114",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]