[{"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-196":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},500648,755,"Chapter 196: Night Sanctuary [II]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-196",196,"\u003Cp>I eventually peeled myself off the floor — dignity slightly bruised, but spirit very much intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After taking a quick shower and changing into something classy-yet-athletic, I headed out the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walk to my usual gym wasn't far, but it still gave me enough time to strut like a model on a runway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I walked, I passed a few Cadets in the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…They barely glanced at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I didn't blame them. They probably couldn't handle the aura I was radiating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newly ascended. Impossibly handsome. Getting a bit sweaty already, as I was being overwhelmed by my heightened senses. A total package.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So I made sure to nod at everyone, like a benevolent emperor gracing his peasants with his presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sup?\" I said to a guy I'd never met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You good, man?\" he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I patted his shoulder like a war veteran bestowing ancient wisdom. \"Never better. Keep working hard. Or whatever it is you NPCs do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I left him behind before he could utter a response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, I reached the gym. The reinforced steel doors slid open with a hiss, and I stepped inside, fully expecting dramatic orchestral music to play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…None did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was okay. I had an active imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After booking a private Training Room, grabbing its keys, and walking through another set of automatic doors, I stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room was standard. Steel-lined walls. Reinforced flooring. A few practice dummies. Weighted weapons. Reactive targets. And all the usual Awakened training gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stood in the center of it all, cracked my neck, and muttered to myself, \"Alright. Let's see what I can do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I summoned my Origin Card with a thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>«Matterweave»\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It shimmered into existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rune etched on its surface pulsed with a bright golden glow. It looked a bit different from what I remembered — more complex, as if the lines had grown into fractal patterns, weaving deeper into one another. Elegant. Sophisticated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a small grin, I lowered myself to the floor and touched it with my hand, moving my gaze toward the nearest training dummy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was such a simple gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the change was immediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The metal beneath the dummy's feet vibrated, then melted upward into a smooth column, curving into a perfect bladed arc before snapping down like a guillotine and bisecting the dummy in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hadn't even focused that hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just… willed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before, I had to concentrate — picture it, grip the atoms, wrestle with the material like I was trying to force a square peg into a round hole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now it felt like moving a finger. Like flexing a muscle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was way too easy. And fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the next thirty minutes, I lost myself in experimentation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sculpted spikes, blades, walls, and platforms — all with casual flicks of the wrist. But none of that was new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could do it all before, just not with this level of ease or speed or efficiency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, I began trying new things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since reshaping matter came so naturally to me now, I started giving things more intricate forms as I transmuted them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I crafted makeshift arms out of stone — complete with fully functioning, moving fingers. I also tried making golems, but couldn't sustain them very well, so they fell apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At one point, I made two stone hands fight each other. One punched the other a little too hard, demolishing it completely and sending shards flying everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I panicked and ducked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Large fragments of stone clanged against the wall behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Okay. Still working on the control.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reshaping matter so intricately took more finesse than I'd thought, and consciously moving it required even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a brighter note, my range had definitely improved. I used to max out at fifteen meters before my sense of matter faded into static.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now my control radius had increased to at least twenty-five meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I also felt more connected to my power. I could feel the vibrations in the floor, the grain of the wooden bench in the corner, and even the subtle density of the reinforced walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if the room was a body — and I was running my fingers down its spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that wasn't all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I kicked off my shoe, planted my bare foot on the ground, and tested a thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reinforced steel beneath my sole bent upward slightly — a tiny wave responding to my will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared. \"…No hands? Finally! No hands!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stomped again, and a small spike rose beneath my foot like a polite hiccup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My powers had always been bound to my hands — I needed them to feel the structure of matter and to guide its shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's why I rarely wielded any weapons and mostly fought barehanded, because my hands were necessary for my power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now I could use anything! Hands, feet, elbows — hell, I pressed my forehead to the wall, and, yep, the metal flexed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With enough physical contact, I could manipulate matter using any and every part of my body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I checked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don't ask me why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the most unsettling discovery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I looked at my arm, touched it with my other hand, and focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tiniest patch of skin — a sliver near my wrist — trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt flesh and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My own flesh and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn't reshape it — not because I was scared, but because I couldn't. It seemed that freely revamping organic matter was still out of my reach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I felt… something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was slow — painfully slow. Like writing calligraphy underwater…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the matter seemed ready to move when I tried to move it. It responded to me. Even though I couldn't freely reshape it, I could still control organic matter to a degree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah, this is dangerous,\" I thought, glancing around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spotting a wooden bench at the far end of the room, I walked up to it, shattered it into splinters, picked up a broken wooden log, and tried the same thing again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, I didn't just sense it — I separated it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The log cracked apart, fibers peeling away, then wove themselves back together after a few minutes of effort, rough and tangled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sat back, wide-eyed. \"…Okay. Organic matter. Low-level. Not fast. Definitely not clean. But possible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was awesome!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My Origin Card had just handed me the beginner's toolkit for playing god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At a very slow framerate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, I was impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I cracked my knuckles. \"Alright, Matterweave. You and me… we're gonna break so many Academy safety rules together.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then — as all great journeys begin — I promptly ran out of Essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, it turns out, the more intricate the transmutation, the more Essence it consumed, especially when trying to control organic matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My knees buckled. The platform beneath me gave out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The training dummy I'd shaped into a samurai turned back into a plain block of metal. And I faceplanted into the floor with a heroic thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Ow,\" I mumbled into the tile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the ground, I lifted a hand and gave the air a weak thumbs-up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Testing: successful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ego: inflated again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nose: possibly broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, this was progress.\u003C\u002Fp>",1214,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.768Z","2026-06-01T04:31:10.979Z",1,"novelbin.me","bd2ab8f2923d3e7cb94869adf0022d4945e3ef9dad28dac85c459067d0f1ebbe","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-197","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-195",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]