[{"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-208":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},500760,755,"Chapter 208: Friendly Fire Is Still Fire","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-208",208,"\u003Cp>The massive pillar of golden light carved through the air in a blinding arc that looked like it might split the ground in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexia barely had time to cross her arms over her head before it came crashing down on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, a deafening explosion tore through the plaza.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came a blistering heatwave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buildings trembled. Debris burst into the air. Dust and stone sprayed in every direction, followed by a flash so violently bright that it turned the world white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the light finally faded — and the smoke thinned enough to see…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alexia was there, crouched on one knee at the center of the blast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her armor was cracked and slowly dissolving into swirling light particles. Her helmet had been blown loose, revealing tangled strands of damp orange hair clinging to her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was panting, and her hands were trembling from the force she'd just withstood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her orb had shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was out of the test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I didn't get to enjoy the moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the very next instant, Michael was already on me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword came in fast — a horizontal slash aimed straight for my side — and I raised my greatsword just in time to block it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The impact rattled through my arm and pushed me a step backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael didn't let up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped into his next strike — a clean thrust toward my chest — and I twisted my torso at the last second to narrowly dodge the blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I retaliated by slamming the hilt of my greatsword on his shoulder like striking an anvil with a hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Metal rang out. The hit connected, but Michael didn't flinch. Not even a wince. His jet-black armor tanked the blow without so much as a dent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I had no time to be impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because his blade swept low next — a fast cut aimed at my legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hopped back again, then hit him with a heavy overhead strike in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He caught it. Effortlessly, might I add. Deflected my attack with the flat of his blade and shoved mine off-course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with the opening he'd created, he stepped in and drove his elbow into my ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwak—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wheezed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That one hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I activated my Origin Card and tried to shift the ground under his feet, tried to summon dozens of stony hands to rise and grab him down…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrain didn't change.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The matter didn't obey my will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I immediately realized what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael had already copied my Origin Card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using my own powers against me, he solidified the ground under him and dispelled the forming hands before they could fully rise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was canceling the effects of my innate ability in real time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, you sneaky bastard,\" I spat, not bothering to hide the irritation in my tone. \"I hate when you do that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael didn't reply. But I imagined he was smirking behind his visor!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed on with a relentless fury of well-calculated strikes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it was just because I hadn't been in a proper fight for weeks, but it felt like either I'd dulled — or Michael had refined his swordsmanship even further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was probably the latter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because his attacks were smoother, his sword flowed sharper, his footwork had become more precise — and it was getting harder and harder to find an opening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped closer and swung his longsword in an upward arc toward my neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I leaned back and brought down my greatsword to block. Sparks flew as metal clashed against metal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But because of the awkward angle I was in, I couldn't hold the bind. The force behind his blow knocked my blade aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with that, my front was exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael took the opportunity by raising his foot and slamming his boot into my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THWAAM—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I flew backward like a sack of bricks. Crashed through a low wall and hit the ground hard, tumbling over rubble, every bounce sending fresh agony through my ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My vision spun. My lungs burned. And I tasted blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay. That one really hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Groaning, I forced myself back to my feet, wiping the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, I was slowly reaching my limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I'd burned too much Essence taking out Thalia and the royals, slaying ravenous beasts, and blowing half the plaza apart to eliminate Alexia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn't exhausted yet. I could still fight for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I was also nowhere near in my best condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Michael…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked like he was just getting started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the looks of it, he still had a lot of Essence left to burn. Still had a lot of stamina. A lot of strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn't know if I could beat him in a fair duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Luckily, I didn't have to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because defeating him was optional. And so was fighting fair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My real objective was to win the test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smirked and summoned «Fire Arrow», letting a blazing projectile materialize in my grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael didn't wait. He strode through the plaza like a one-man crusade, sword dragging behind him, sparks trailing in his wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could get near me, I raised the fire arrow… and struck it against the ground in front of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A burst of flame exploded outward, kicking up a cloud of dust that shrouded my figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately after that, another column of golden light erupted from my sword — but this time, it didn't shoot upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It spun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swung my blade in a wide, horizontal arc, and the beam of golden radiance followed — like a divine sawblade tearing through the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buildings crumbled. Debris flew. Screams rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The radiant arc tore through everything in its path, flinging bodies in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone was hit by my attack, regardless of whether they were my opponents or teammates — Kang, Alexia, even Reiner and Veyna, along with a few unfortunate Cadets who had just arrived at the scene thinking they could snatch a late win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only one fast — and paranoid — enough to leap over the radiant arc of destruction was Michael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hate to admit it, but he knew me too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew I'd gladly sacrifice my teammates without blinking if it meant securing victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…And he was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light faded and the dust began to settle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And through the thinning smoke, Michael saw me crouched low, hand outstretched, just inches from the flagpole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without a hint of hesitation, he rushed in and yelled, \"Why bother hiding if you're going to reveal your position with an attack?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade came down like a guillotine, slicing cleanly through my body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…But my body didn't bleed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It crumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pebbles scattered across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael's eyes widened as time seemed to slow down for him. Only then did he see it clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he had cut down wasn't me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a stone dummy — a decoy, hastily shaped in my image.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stone sculpture disintegrated into rubble at his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And suddenly, Michael's instincts screamed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had forced him to rush in and distracted him with a decoy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized all this too late and jerked his head to the side just in time to see Aurieth — my golden sword — spinning toward him like a radiant frisbee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Clang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He barely managed to raise his sword and block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the force behind the throw hurled him backward, sent him crashing and rolling across the rubble-strewn plaza.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finally came to a stop and pushed himself to one knee, he looked ahead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And saw me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was standing by the flagpole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hand gripping the silken white cloth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My breath was ragged. And blood smeared the corner of my mouth. But my smirk was still intact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the flag was in my hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, it was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I won.\u003C\u002Fp>",1337,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.768Z","2026-06-01T04:31:11.943Z",1,"novelbin.me","21ec1472ec147e4d015901ee4fc75e3fd49342faf092995ba3b4036f02cb1f4f","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-209","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-207",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]