[{"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-268":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},500570,755,"Chapter 268: Nightmares [VI]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-268",268,"\u003Cp>Ray Warner’s real name wasRay Kurtz Absberg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had never liked that name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because it sounded like a fucking tongue-twister, but because it tied him to a man he wanted nothing to do with — Arminius Kurtz Absberg, one of the two Eastern Dukes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, Ray was a Duke’s child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Though his father wouldn’t appreciate it if he heard him claiming that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duke Arminius was a fierce man, respected by his allies and enemies alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had built his empire brick by brick, corpse by corpse, all on his own. He climbed his way up the noble ranks until he was finally a Duke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since there were only ten Dukes in the entire world — two under each Monarch — becoming one of them was not exactly an easy task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’d either have to overthrow one by force — in which case, you’d be held in contempt by the Monarchs — or wait for one of them to fall so you could take their place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As said, it wasn’t an easy task.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Arminius did it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did it and achieved everything in life — power, money, influence, women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And one of those women was Ray’s mother, a low-tier concubine for the Duke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t his wife or even a proper mistress. She was just a bedfiller who ended up carrying a child she didn’t want.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That child was Ray. Duke Arminius’ bastard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being a bastard meant he was nothing more than a shadow in the family estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t allowed to eat with the Duke’s legitimate children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t given lessons in the grand halls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t praised, he wasn’t punished, he wasn’t even acknowledged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his own mother never looked at him the way a mother should.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she had her eyes fixed only on the Duke, always yearning for his glance, always scurrying for his attention, always trying to earn his favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, it seemed like she was willing to spend more time with Duke Arminius’ legitimate children than Ray.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her, and as cruel as it may sound, Ray was simply an accident. A responsibility she didn’t care for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Ray was raised by servants and maids and tutors and nannies who were paid to keep him out of the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But let’s get one thing straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Itwasn’ta miserable childhood. Far from it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray still lived in a palace. He still slept in silken sheets, ate with golden cutlery, and walked on marble floors under his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore expensive sneakers most children his age would kill for and collected watches that were worth more than some people’s monthly salary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never starved. Never suffered beatings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never even got bullied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...But he also never belonged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he tried to call Arminius \"Papa,\" the Duke would brush past him like he was a stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His half-siblings mocked him mercilessly. They’d laugh and sneer and flaunt theirlegitimacylike it was a crown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bastards don’t get fathers,\" they’d say, walking proudly into the Duke’s study while Ray stood outside the door, waiting for an invitation that never came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his mother never defended him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he learned to smile, and play it cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He learned to laugh along, and pretend none of it bothered him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But inside, all he wanted — all heeverwanted — was just some goddamn attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>•••\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when he discovered the world of content creators.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was twelve at the time, sitting alone in one of the mansion’s unused lounges, doom scrolling through clips on his new holo-phone when he found a video.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some guy was sitting in front of a camera, doing literally nothing but telling some witty jokes and playing games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet the comments section wasflooded!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The video was smashed for hundreds of thousands of likes, people were laughingwith himin the chat, cheering him on and praising him, sending him gifts and money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, actual money!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were willing to spend actual money on a stranger on the internet! That’s how much they liked him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray’s jaw dropped when he witnessed that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All that attention, all that love and fame — for just being himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like lightning striking his small brain and short-circuiting it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that day forward, he decided he wanted that. No — heneededthat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>•••\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, naturally, Ray started filming himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his first few attempts were disasters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The videos came out blurry and awkward, with him rambling nervously and tripping over words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody watched them, understandably. The few comments he occasionally got were mostly people asking him what the hell he was doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ray had never been the type to quit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he kept uploading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Day after day. Week after week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, he learned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He figured out what worked and what didn’t. He learned how to hold a camera, how to hit his angles, how to make his jokes land, and how to cut and edit his footage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized what topics he could talk about and what topics he should avoid, how to bait people into clicking on his videos, and how to hold their interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He studied trends, mimicked the best, and added his own spin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took over a year before things started clicking. But when they did...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had fun!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attention he so desperately craved came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it wasn’t because he was a Duke’s bastard. He never revealed that part publically. Nobody followed him for his father’s name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They followed him becausetheylikedhim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time in his life, Ray Kurtz Absberg— no, RayWarnerwasn’t being ignored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, peoplechoseto see him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theywantedto see him! They wereaddictedto seeing him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he swore he’d never let that attention go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>•••\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as is often the case with stardom at a young age, it hollows people out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, Ray thought he’d be different. He swore he’d stay the same humble and goofy boy who only wanted to make people laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy who only wanted to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, fame changes people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As it changed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Awakening with a high potential at thirteen didn’t exactly help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grew a little arrogant. A little shallow and entitled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking back now, maybe it wasn’t just arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe he was compensating for the fact that no matter how many likes he got, no matter how many fans screamed his name, it wasn’t the same as a mother’s love. Or a father’s acknowledgement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attention wasn’t affection. Fame wasn’t love\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He realized all that, but he buried those thoughts, suffocating them under layers of ego.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until one day, another kid online — another creator trying to carve a niche — called him out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He said Ray’s videos were boring, his reactions were staged, and his pranks were scripted. The usual online slander between creators that only unemployed no-lifers cared about.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray could’ve ignored it. He could’ve laughed it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...But he didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tore that kid apart in a reply video. He called him small-time and irrelevant. He called him inferior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, Ray only meant it as content. Just casual online banter. A feud for clicks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he made one mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned into his Awakened status and dropped lines about how’unAwakened civilians’like him could never understand what real greatness looked like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t seriously mean it. Of course he didn’t. Ray never believed in that radical Awakened-superiority bullshit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But many other Awakened did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Ray’s words fanned the flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His unAwakened viewers turned on him, furious that their idol had revealed what he really thought of them. His following dipped and he received some serious backlash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The feud, on the other hand, continued to drag on. Video after video. Comment after comment. All of it was petty and childish and toxic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then, one night, Ray did a live stream and sarcastically told his audience to, \"Go show him some love.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day... the kid was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was beaten to death in a back alley by some Awakened supremacists.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Ray first saw the news headline, his chest caved in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he opened his private inbox and found a message from one of his fans that read:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We did it for you, Ray. Don’t worry, they’ll never know. We’ll never take your name. We just wanted you to know we got your back!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s when the horror set in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray vomited when he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was horrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hands shook so badly he could barely hold the phone. He didn’t sleep that night. Or the next. Or the next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when the news went viral — when the boy’s parents cried on broadcast about losing their son — Ray saw the dead kid’s face in his dreams. Again and again and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought about confessing. About posting that text for the world to see and letting himself be ruined, punished, or even jailed — anything, just so he wouldn’t carry this guilt alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he never did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hated himself. The remorse ate him alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped eating for days and cried himself to sleep most nights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d stare at his own reflection for hours and ask,\"What the fuck have I done?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He really didn’t mean for it to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’twantit to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But itdidhappen because of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because peoplelistenedto him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the worst part? Theykeptlistening to him. The fanskeptloving him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They forgave him for saying those things. They forgot about his silly feud. They moved on after only a few months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Ray never did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two years later — after a lot of therapy, after rebuilding his entire channel, after rebranding himself as the’funny streamer with a heart of gold’— he tried to be better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never started another feud again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave back to the community. He cared for people. He became genuine, positive, and generous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he turned seventeen, he even enrolled in Apex Academy, not because he wanted to chase clout, but because he wanted to be someone real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to be a hero.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A better man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kind. He wanted to be kind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still, at nights when the screens would turn off and the laughter would die down, he’d see that kid’s face again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d hear that text in his head:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We did it for you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he smiled, no matter how loud he laughed or how bright he pretended to shine...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray Warner knew he was living with blood on his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a crime for which he would never forgive himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>•••\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, the temple chose that exact moment to torment him... to be his nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray stood in complete darkness, helpless as the worst parts of his life replayed before his eyes over and over again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t turn his head. He couldn’t stop looking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he could do was watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watch a vision that showed him the same moments on repeat. His feud. His words. The stream. The stupid smirk on his face when he said,\"Go show him some love.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then the news headline. The crying parents. The bloodied alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On loop. Again. And again. And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray’s chest tightened with every cycle. His throat burned raw from the sobs he couldn’t let out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly, the vision before him dissolved into a wall of text.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[We did it for you, Ray.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words stretched and multiplied, filling the darkness until they were all he could see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[We did it for you.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[We did it for you.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[We did it for you.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tried to shout that he never wanted it, that it wasn’t his fault, that he hadn’t meant it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the wordsswallowedhis voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the text finally peeled away, the scenery around him shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now he was standing in a small and unfamiliar bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some movie posters hung on the walls. Cheap furniture was scattered across the floor. A single holo-monitor glowed dimly on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the middle of the room sat that kid — the kid he had mocked and ridiculed... and indirectly killed. Bruised and broken, his body slumped against the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His filmy eyes were devoid of any traces of life... and yet they were staring straight at Ray in silent accusation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray’s stomach churned and his legs went weak. He was suddenly nauseated. \"I didn’t— I swear, I didn’t mean—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy didn’t answer. His lips never moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his voice came anyway, low and hollow and echoing from everywhere at once.\"You killed me, Ray Warner.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray shook his head violently. \"No! No, I didn’t touch you, I— I wasn’t even there!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You didn’t need to be.\"The boy’s body jerked unnaturally, like a puppet yanked by strings. He stood up, hunched with his neck still bent at a sickening angle.\"You told them to do itforyou.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray fell back, scrambling on his hands, shaking so hard his teeth clattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t mean it! I didn’t— It was just a joke! I didn’t mean it!\" he screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was just a joke, you say? So was my life, huh?\"The boy tilted his head farther, and the sound of his bones cracking resounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dead face, already pale and rotting, began to decompose even faster right before Ray’s eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he lurched forward at Ray like a vengeful corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray flinched, his eyes snapping shut in half-instinct and half-terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a second dragged by. Then another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, reluctantly, he reopened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when he did... he once again found himself stuck watching the replay of his life, right up to that horrific moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no choice but to keep watching this never-ending nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>",2269,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.768Z","2026-06-01T04:31:10.979Z",1,"novelbin.me","e5df87cc870a5348a2bc18d6977956f10c28cb60f91658ba1d9f3abc48400a6b","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-269","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-267",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]