[{"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-218":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},500770,755,"Chapter 218 218: Surviving The Massacre [IV]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-218",218,"\u003Cp>Three seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's all the time Samael bought by shackling the beasts with his innate ability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, the monsters either broke free by brute force or the stone hands began crumbling into rubble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It turned out that performing such a large-scale transmutation took a heavy toll on him — both physically and mentally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not only was his Essence reserve nearly depleted, but his focus was also fraying at the edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made sense in hindsight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, transmuting even a simple moving construct was taxing. Binding dozens of monsters mid-rampage? It bordered on impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he managed to pull off the impossible, if even for only three seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those mere three seconds were more than enough for the tides of battle to shift — however briefly — in the favor of humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the sudden stillness, dozens of Cadets found their footing. Formations reformed. Monster ranks broke. Momentum tilted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, none of it was going to last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because honestly, three seconds were nowhere near enough to completely overturn a battle like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially not when the enemy was nigh-immortal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sooner or later, the fallen Solbraiths would rise again — their charred remains would stitch themselves back together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Cadets would be pushed back once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The momentum would slip away again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...But at least for now, countless lives had been saved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least for now, the battlefield belonged to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if only for a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samael didn't pretend otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't delusional enough to think three seconds of control meant victory. All it meant was breathing room — and sometimes, that was the only kind of miracle war allowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood in the center of the chaos he'd carved open, swaying slightly on his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every muscle in his body hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers trembled. His knees nearly buckled. His legs felt like wet rolls of paper. His thoughts lagged, and his breath came in ragged gasps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That transmutation had really drained him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His Essence reserve was practically bone-dry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well… at least that was something he could solve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After drawing a shaky breath, he raised one hand and focused on the bond tethering his soul to the Divine Sword Aurieth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost instantly, from somewhere across the battlefield, a glimmering greatsword — bright golden like it was forged from a shard of sunlight itself — soared into the air and shot toward him like a comet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the very next second, the blade landed in his open palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the moment Samael gripped the hilt of Aurieth, he felt a slow, steady stream of Essence trickling into his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was because one of Aurieth's enchantments had activated:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Conduit – While held, Aurieth subtly enhances the wielder's Essence absorption, accelerating recovery and strengthening their reserves.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't much. The speed at which Essence was refilling his reserve wasn't instantaneous, but it was still faster than what his natural recovery would allow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone was a gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, his knees steadied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pulse began to even out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip stopped trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still exhausted — especially mentally. Still dangerously low on Essence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn't going to collapse. Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The taste of smoke and blood was thick on his tongue as he let out a shaky breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, slowly, he straightened his back and looked around... before his eyes locked onto something — or someone — in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the ground behind him, Juliana followed his gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, a tall young man was cutting through monsters on the frontlines. His raven black hair swayed with the embers in the wind each time he took down a monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was using a longsword that was shrouded in layers upon layers of sinistrous darkness. Each time he swung that shadowy blade, the air itself rippled and distorted — as if even reality wanted nothing to do with that weapon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the most peculiar thing about him was that each monster he slew with that sword never rose back up again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if — somehow, someway — he was actually capable of killing these undying creatures of fire and ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, these weren't normal Spirit Beasts he was dealing with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were Lesser Solbraiths — and thanks to their shared telepathic link, they weren't just monsters. They were a coordinated, thinking swarm. A hive of intelligence and wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't take long for them to realize that the black-haired young man with the cursed-looking sword was dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could kill them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Permanently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they started avoiding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They began backing away at the mere sight of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn't long before he caught the attention of the cyclops guarding the eastern exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smoldering giant let out a deep, earth-rattling growl… then fired a blindingly hot laser from its single burning eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man's eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the next second, he activated several Defence Cards and bolted sideways without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a dozen translucent energy barriers manifested into existence between him and the incoming beam of pure destruction — glowing layers stacked one over the other like panes of enchanted glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of it mattered once the laser hit them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first shield shattered without a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second exploded — like someone had just thrown a ball of blazing fire into a mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third melted into a puddle of flickering light sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fourth and fifth crumbled back-to-back, like they never stood a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the beam slammed into the sixth barrier, it had dimmed slightly — but not enough. Nowhere near enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final shield burst apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the laser beam carved a molten trench straight through the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few Cadets caught in its path didn't even have time to scream. They turned to ash on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-haired young man barely managed to escape the brunt of it. He dropped low, threw himself into a rough slide, and rolled through scorched ground as the air behind him combusted from the lingering heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any sane person would've been running away by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, that cyclops wasn't just any normal monster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Greater Spirit Beast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only an [A-ranker] could even think about facing something like that head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the young man didn't run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His figure rose from the smoke and fire, limping but unyielding, clothes in tatters, skin charred along his side… and lips drawn in a bloody grin like he wasn't done yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, he now looked like he was about to charge back in solo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And honestly? He probably would've.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for Samael shouting his name at the top of his lungs. \"Michael!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black-haired young man froze mid-step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in the chaos of the battlefield, he heard his name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perks of being a [B-ranker] — heightened senses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael's shoulders suddenly tensed. The grin on his face flickered and faded, like someone had slapped him back to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then — slowly — he turned his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the haze of smoke and drifting ash, his gaze locked with Samael's.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even from this distance, Samael saw the faint twitch of irritation on Michael's bloodied face — a twitch that said, 'Damn it, not now.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Samael didn't care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his sword, pointed it at the cyclops, then at Michael, then jabbed it into the air in front of him — a crude and exaggerated series of gestures that screamed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Fall back here, dumbass.'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael stared at him for a second longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then muttered something under his breath, shook his head, and finally — finally — turned and began limping toward Samael and Juliana.\u003C\u002Fp>",1263,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.768Z","2026-06-01T04:31:11.943Z",1,"novelbin.me","4cd82eb5d6acf2b40fb90e43750c572ba7acf7e317ace9c195ef50c7d7aec0eb","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-219","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-217",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]