[{"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-266":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},500568,755,"Chapter 266: Nightmares [IV]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-266",266,"\u003Cp>Now if his life were one of those movies Vince’s family used to watch every Friday night, he would’ve had a happy ending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and his siblings would have stayed together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would have had each other’s backs through it all, grown up side by side, holding one another up through both the hard times and the happy ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would have carried their pain and learned to laugh in spite of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, maybe they would’ve needed therapy. Alotof therapy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they would have been okay in the end. Or if not okay, then at least together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, this was not a movie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the real world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the real world is rarely kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was simple — Vince was nine by the time he was put into the foster care system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By then, he had seen a house filled with screaming, beatings, and bruises. It scarred him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, he was small and jittery, angry without quite knowing why, and terrified of being touched even when no hand was raised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His case file bluntly described him as:\"Heavily abused. Displays signs of emotional trauma. Possibly volatile.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No adopting family wanted that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his siblings were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were only five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were young enough that their pain could be overlooked, young enough to be shaped into someone else’s perfect kids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were adorable with shy smiles, big round eyes, and still knew how to laugh like children should.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So within three months, a well-off family downtown adopted them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vince remembered the day they left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His little brother clung to him, burying his face in Vince’s shirt, sobbing and begging to stay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sister tried to be brave and clutched her stuffed rabbit tight like she used to, telling him she’d see him soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vince forced a smile for their sake even as his chest hollowed into a cave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The foster family promised visits and letters and emails.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And at first, there were some small visits once a month. A few letters written in crayons. Even an email or two when they couldn’t visit on time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as weeks became months, the gap between visits stretched thin, the letters stopped, and the emails he sent were never answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His siblings’ new parents didn’t want their perfect home stained by the boy with scars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, his brother and sister were gone from his life as if they had never existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vince remained in the system as just another child nobody wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>•••\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t until a year later, when he was ten, that someone finally adopted Vince.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The couple who took him in looked strict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strict wasn’t always bad though, Vince thought. He told himself this was his chance for a fresh start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his chance to be in a family again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...But he learned quickly that only damaged people wanted damaged products like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, his new parents were kind. Firm, but kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then their kindness peeled away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then they started criticizing, complaining, and whispering disapproving sighs loud enough for him to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They picked apart every mistake until he began to believe them. Until he began to swallow his words and stay silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when words weren’t enough, they started punishing him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was nothing short of mental torture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Vince ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He decided he couldn’t return to foster care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t endure another cycle of promises that turned into disappointments, another family taking him in only to realize he wasn’t worth the trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he ran to the streets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the streets of the Southern Safe-Zone were not very merciful either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Homeless children fought like wild dogs over scraps of bread.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Older boys cornered the younger ones for money, for crumbs, for anything they could take.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes Vince was picked on for no reason at all, simply for walking into someone else’s territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To survive, Vince learned to steal. He learned to lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He learned to hide from gangs, predators, and the kind of people who looked at children and saw nothing but profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slept in alleys where the rats wouldn’t chew his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He prayed for dry nights, because rain meant shivering sickness, and winter meant frostbite, and frostbite meant death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after months of it, Vince had had enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was ten years old and already done with life. He almost killed himself one night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put a rusty blade on his wrist and was about to slit it...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because if he had to die, he thought, then he would at least take with him the man who had ruined his family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cartel leader, Johan Valrek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who had bled his father dry, who had broken his mother, who had turned their house into a graveyard long before death came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Vince began to plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stalked Johan’s estate for days, memorizing guards’ movements, tracing gaps in their patrol, trying to be sneaky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then one day, he waited until nightfall to crawl through a broken grate like a rat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he only managed to get halfway across the courtyard when a flashlight hit him square in the face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...He didn’t even get close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards caught him and dragged him inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bruised, shaking, and terrified, he thought it was the end. He thought he’d be beaten until he couldn’t move, or killed before he could scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Johan, the cartel leader, only looked at him with amusement, as if a starving boy breaking into his mansion was the best entertainment he’d had in years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve got guts, kid,\" Johan said with a lazy smile. \"Most rats in these streets just scurry. But you came straight for the wolf! I like it. How about I give you a job, hmm? That sound good?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’d rather die,\" Vince spat, trembling on his knees but still defiant, \"than take anything from a man like you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Johan laughed louder, then narrowed his eyes and said something Vince would never forget. \"In this world, only two things matter, kid. A man’s worth... and how much he’s willing to bleed for it. Everything else is just noise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he threw Vince out, laughing again. \"Come back when you’re done starving. Let’s see if your pride keeps you warm at night.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Vince tried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavens know he tried to hold onto his pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He scavenged, he stole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ran until his lungs burned, he tried to survive on his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was still just a boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a small child pretending to be big and tough in an indifferent world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets didn’t care about his pride — they stripped it away piece by piece, until all that remained was hunger and desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He held on until one night, after being beaten half to death by older boys over something he couldn’t even remember, Vince finally broke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cried until no tears were left and his chest felt like it would collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he went back to Johan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time Johan didn’t laugh. He looked at Vince with something close to approval. \"Good. You set aside your pride to live. That means you’ve got sense.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handed Vince a bag of white powder and ordered him to smuggle it downtown, past a police checkpoint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vince hid it inside a dirty stuffed teddy bear he’d dug out of a trash heap and walked past the officers with his heart hammering like a drum in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hugged the teddy tight and made it through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a difficult task. But Johan was impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From then on, Vince was given more jobs — errands, packages, deliveries. Nothing too big at first, but always enough to test him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Vince never failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, one successful job after another, he became part of the cartel.\u003C\u002Fp>",1294,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.768Z","2026-06-01T04:31:10.979Z",1,"novelbin.me","5a6267a0dcb7c065fffaa01678c36f17e05c5c6ee1e2e516f8f19ad1d6e3051f","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-267","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-265",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]