[{"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-255":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},500557,755,"Chapter 255: Sleeping Beauty [I]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-255",255,"\u003Cp>\"Samael, are you listening? Hey? Are... you ignoring me right as we walk? Hey! Samael!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thak—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ouch!\" I winced and turned as someone smacked the back of my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Michael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still dressed in his Academy combat uniform that haddefinitelyseen better days, he was walking right behind me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Focus,\" he said warily. \"You’re leading at the front. If anything attacks us, you’ll be the first target.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frowned and looked around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were walking on a thin ledge along the escarpment of a plateau.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like I mentioned at the start of this perilous event, Noctveil Wilds was a jungle divided into many tiers — like a stairway made for giants... or a wedding cake. Whichever analogy helps your imagination better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To get out of this place, we needed to brave thousands of miles of jungle, then climb down a steep cliff... then repeat the process several more times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the lower we went from here, the thicker and more dangerous the jungle would become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truly, this journey was going to be hellish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed, using my innate power to strengthen and slightly extend the narrow platform under our feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t want to disarrange the structural integrity of this place too much for two reasons:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, I had no idea if anything was hiding inside the cliff wall. What if I disturbed something we couldn’t fend off?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By extension, I also didn’t want to draw more attention to us than needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were in a vulnerable position here, after all, with barely any ground under us to fight properly if the need arose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, I didn’t want to waste my Essence on patchwork when I’d probably need it later for something much more important — like keeping us alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weathered stone creaked beneath us anyway. Each step felt like an invitation for gravity to test our survival skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I kept the ledge from crumbling, reinforcing it with just enough of my power to hold steady beneath our steps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Threads of stone knit themselves tighter, unseen to the naked eye, though I felt every grain shift under my will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like trying to hold a door shut against a storm — easily doable, but not something I wanted to keep up forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But by the looks of things... I’d have to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because even if I created stair steps or, hell, a sliding platform that could take us down like an elevator from time to time — it would still take us at least ten hours of climbing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I scoffed. \"First target? Michael, if anything attacks us right now, all of us would be as good as dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t lump me in with you lot,\" Ray chimed from somewhere behind in the line we were moving in, sounding annoyingly carefree. \"Because if this was a story, I’d be the hero. And everyone knows heroes don’t die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, you’re mistaken, Ray. Heroes do die,\" I muttered without looking back. \"And if you were the hero, you’d end up as monster chow five Chapters in and doom the rest of us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray gasped theatrically. \"Blasphemy! I’d at least make it to the end of Volume One. Minimum.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael rolled his eyes. \"You’re both idiots. Just shut up and focus. If Samael slips, we’re all going down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That shut Ray up for all of three seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he started yapping again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I couldn’t pay any attention to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Michael was right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My focus was indeed stretched thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could it not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My mind kept circling back to thatdelightfullittle chat I’d had with Asmodeus just a few hours earlier in my dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were many things he said that stuck with me, but one in particular kept gnawing at my thoughts like a parasite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’You’re a mistake. And the gods hate mistakes.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did he even mean by that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely not... now that I had survived past the point in the story I was supposed to die, the gods would come after me for defying my fate?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would be ridiculous!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed and shook my head to chase away these useless thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever happens, I’ll deal with it then, I told myself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was the use of worrying about the future that hadn’t even happened yet, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But truthfully... Iwasworried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because aside from everything else, there was one more thing Asmodeus revealed that troubled me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to him, the Spirit King was creating his new Demon Princes by refining the powers of the old ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was improving them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each Demon Prince was a stepping stone. A prototype to be perfected. A correction of what came before them. A better and stronger version of their predecessor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if that was true... then what exactly was he refining them toward?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...I knew the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You see, in the game, a renowned diviner two hundred years before the start of the main storyline prophesied the rise of a malevolent being who would herald the end of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A creature of decay and hunger, of corruption and darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Queen of Black Rot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The diviner proclaimed she would be unstoppable. No king or man, no god or mortal, no weapon or power would be enough to stop her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything would crumble before her and succumb to her unyielding rot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the time when this prophecy was made, it terrified a lot of people — even some high-ranking nobles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after two hundred years, fear had dulled into myth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prophecy had become one of those stories you’d only ever see in conspiracy forums online that no one takes seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Great Churches — back when they still held weight — declared the diviner’s wordsexaggerated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They said the Queen of Black Rot was most likely a metaphor for sin, for moral decay. Not arealthreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I knew better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in the game, she had beenveryreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she was none other than Saint Inyasa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Oh, right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My bad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I haven’t told you about Saint Inyasa yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, so basically, every few generations have those few Awakened who are so boundlessly kind and righteous and justtoo damn good for this worldthat people start calling them saints.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You know the type — the ones who heal their enemies, hug orphans, and probably apologize if they accidentally step on a blade of grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saint Inyasa was one of those.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was a Saint of my generation — loved, revered, and practically worshipped by the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind of person singers would write songs about for decades to come, companies would beg to have as their ambassador, and peasants would name their kids after.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shone so bright that even we nobles — the supposed arrogant bastards — actually kind of respected her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unbeknownst to the world and even Inyasa herself, she was being used by the Syndicate to sow the Seed of Eternal Blight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the time came, they’d force her to make the seed sprout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That would result in the total corruption of the Northern Safe Zone — and just like that, twenty-five percent of the world would fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when they’d inject her with the Spirit King’s drop of ichor, exposing her soul to his corruption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was how Saint Inyasa’s soul would be defiled and she’d be rebuilt into the Spirit King’s image, becoming the Queen of Black Rot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I remembered that scene vividly. Because in the game, it had been one of those gut-punch twists that nearly no one saw coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the moment players sat back, stunned, as one of the story’s best heroines they’d grown to love was twisted into an unstoppable villainess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here... this wasn’t a game. This was my life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if Asmodeus was telling the truth, then everything was on track for that prophecy to come true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bead of sweat trailed down the side of my face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tsk.\" I clicked my tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No. You know what? Everything was fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This changed nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because from the moment I woke up in that hospital with memories of my past life, one of my goals had always been to stop the Queen of Rot’s descent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I would do that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had to...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I... I had to...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey.\" Michael’s voice cut into my spiraling thoughts. \"You’re grinding your teeth.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I unclenched my jaw, not realizing I’d been doing it. \"...Ah. Sorry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned, looking like he was about to press further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was already halfway through rolling my eyes and brushing him off when suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—Platch!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ARRHHHH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of brittle stone giving way echoed, followed by a scream that could only belong to Vince — raw, panicked, and ridiculously high-pitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both Michael and I turned sharply and spotted him falling off the cliff, screaming like... well, exactly like how you’d expect a man falling off a cliff to scream.\u003C\u002Fp>",1469,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.768Z","2026-06-01T04:31:10.979Z",1,"novelbin.me","176ce7630f21e3879c8c9bbcbee2f841ddaa3648127b71b37c02687516b93a88","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-256","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-254",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]