[{"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-227":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},500779,755,"Chapter 227: Whisked Away [I]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-227",227,"\u003Cp>I had to admit — Jake was not kidding when he said he was faster than me right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was exhausted. Slightly concussed. Mentally fried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took effort for me just to stay standing straight, let alone fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he came swinging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dagger blurred through the air in a sideways arc, aimed straight for my ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I twisted my body, just barely managing to dodge — but the blade scraped across my singed uniform and carved a clean line through the fabric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No blood was drawn yet. But I felt the cold sting of that obsidian edge on my skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike how he used to fight before, Jake wasn't going for anything flashy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was being swift and precise and lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another slash came — this one rising from below, angling for my stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped back to avoid the gutting blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, immediately, I outstretched my hand and called for Aurieth to return to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a fool engages an armed opponent while unarmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Jake didn't give me the chance to get my sword back and pressed on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flipped the dagger in his hand into a reverse grip and drove it straight at my face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was forced to break the call and twist aside as the obsidian blade sliced past my cheek — close enough for me to feel the hiss of air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay. So this was his plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was trying to overwhelm me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Keep me off-balance. Keep me reacting. Keep me too distracted to summon my sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clever bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something told me… it wasn't him being clever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the demon whispering in his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asmodeus was probably giving him pointers. Directing him like a puppet on strings. Telling him how to subdue me in the most efficient way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another quick jab came at my collarbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knocked his wrist away with my forearm, but the blade still scraped my shoulder and spun me half a step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're getting soft,\" Jake sniggered, keeping his voice calm and composed as he advanced. \"Where's that ruthlessness you were known for back in the day, Sam?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn't answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because there was no need to waste breath by entertaining him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept charging in, relentless in a way that was way too methodical for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His attacks were a blur of feints, slashes, and thrusts. Every strike was calculated to push me just far enough off-balance to keep me from regaining control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a storm of silver-black cutting arcs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I ducked one blow. Twisted past another. Dodged the third with a sharp breath and aching knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, while stepping back again, I finally took a note of the Cards Jake had deployed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To my surprise, there was only one Card floating behind his shoulder, its surface glowing with intricate crimson runes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn't need to take a closer look to recognize it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Summoning Card of Asmodeus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was it. Just a single Card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though… that battlehammer from earlier — the one he'd thrown to knock Aurieth away — had clearly come from his Origin Card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the fact that it was gone now meant he'd dismissed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which, in turn, meant Jake was planning to resummon his Origin Card at the right moment — probably when he had pushed me far enough away to give himself the time he needed to do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the while, he was going to keep me from retrieving my sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a two-pronged plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But nothing new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because this was the exact strategy I always used against my enemies to crush them — pressure them with brutal aggression and not give them a chance to deploy their Cards or Artifacts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed as if Jake had taken a page from my own playbook to fight me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Unfortunately for him, I'd mastered every trick in that book ages ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I crouched under another slash aimed at my chest, I felt a brief shift in Jake's rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took just a split second of pause after executing the attack. Too subtle to notice in the heat of the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a fake-out window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was giving me a moment to collect myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if I'd been anyone else, I might've taken the bait — hopped back, maybe to catch my breath. Maybe to reset the momentum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in doing so… I would've given him just enough space to summon back his Origin Card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it would be over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because even if I called for Aurieth in the same instant, Jake could interrupt it by hurling his dagger and forcing me to cancel the call again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn't let that happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So instead of retreating…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rushed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jake's eyes went wide. He seemed surprised, but not outright shocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked like he'd calculated I might see through his plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he was quick to flip his dagger back to a traditional grip and thrust it forward — aiming to catch me mid-charge and plant the blade into my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I wasn't coming at him in a straight line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the last second, I twisted sideways — slipping past the dagger's path — and threw all my weight into a vicious uppercut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Thaaak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My fist crashed upward into his jaw like a sledgehammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jake's head snapped back, green hair whipping through the air as he staggered from the blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he snarled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then came his retaliation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He brought the butt of his dagger down on my left shoulder — I doubled slightly — and followed it with a brutal knee to the stomach that stole the air from my lungs and dragged a grunt out of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn't let him have the last hit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sprang up and slammed my elbow into his collarbone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hissed, twisted his body, and answered with a hook to the side of my face. Then he tried to stab me at the ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I dodged, dipped, and fired back with a low kick to his shin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We traded blows like brawlers in a pit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hit him. He hit back harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hit me. I hit back meaner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't give me even a split second to breathe. I didn't give him any time to summon a single damn Card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust and stone kicked up around our feet as we clashed — our shadows flickering against the broken walls and shattered pillars around us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, I slipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I made a single mistake and fell for a feint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Jake capitalized on the opportunity by slamming his foot into my sternum. Hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stumbled back, crashing into the shattered spine of a collapsed column.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thwaaam—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…With the impact came a sudden realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gasped that Jake wasn't simply copying my tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was also copying my fighting style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That same brutal, close-quarters savagery I'd always relied on to overwhelm my enemies…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was using it against me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I dropped to one knee, coughing sharply. Blood dripped from my lip. My lungs burned. My head spun. My legs barely held together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the rubble, Jake stood tall — shoulders rising and falling in steady rhythm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression was unreadable… until a slow smile crept across his face.\u003C\u002Fp>",1207,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.768Z","2026-06-01T04:31:11.943Z",1,"novelbin.me","5f85c70b549c22e6554511f27c8367d797322b2d021cf94e80c01c262370a068","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-228","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-226",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]