[{"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-32":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},500684,755,"Chapter 32 Heroes [II]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-32",32,"\u003Cp>At the beginning of the story, Michael Godswill was nothing more than a bullied kid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His daily routine consisted of getting shoved into lockers, ignored by classmates, and mocked by the aunt and uncle who were supposed to take care of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had nothing in life – no friends, no family, and not a shred of strength to stand against this cruel world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one saw greatness in him. Not even Michael himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for this one girl in his class – Lily. She always believed in him when no one else did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And, as stories tend to go, by the end, Michael became a legend. He stood as the champion who fought the Spirit King and his Defiled army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He became the hero of this story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But how?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How did someone who couldn't even stand up to some petty bullies find the courage to face an ancient evil?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the protagonist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chosen one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And like any typical protagonist in a zero-to-hero fantasy, he was given a cheat item.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cheat item is basically one of those convenient plot devices that gives the main character an edge over everyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Call it what you like — a golden finger, a lucky encounter, the author's lazy way to make the hero overpowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could be anything — an almighty system, a wise old man in a beggar's disguise, or a mythical item that lets the hero restart his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Michael's cheat item was a bit different. It wasn't just a blessing. It was a curse wrapped in power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let me explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A couple of decades ago, the Spirit King sent his six generals — the Demon Princes — to invade Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before they could step foot on our planet, the Monarchs led their armies to the Spirit Realm and destroyed the Demon Princes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or so everyone thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the Monarchs didn't know was that as long as the Spirit King himself lived, his generals could not truly die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their souls were bound to some cursed artifacts they had hidden on Earth beforehand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And by the sheer twist of fate, Michael had one of those artifacts in his possession – the sword of the sixth Demon Prince, Xaldreth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His parents had passed it down to him, not knowing its true nature. Michael didn't know either, not until the day the sword awakened, and Xaldreth revealed himself to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael's first instinct was to throw the cursed thing away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xaldreth was a great demon. He was cunning, silver-tongued, and deeply manipulative.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew exactly what to say to a boy who had always felt small and weak all his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power. It was the one thing Michael craved more than anything, yet never had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had he been born weak?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why, when he had the heart to do what was right, was he the one left to suffer while scum like his bullies were blessed by the heavens?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't fair! None of it was fair!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael had sworn that if he ever gained power, he would use it for good. He would fight for those who couldn't fight for themselves, for people like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the heavens remained indifferent to his pleas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when Xaldreth offered him the power to change his fate, Michael — desperate to escape his miserable existence — reluctantly accepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cursed sword awakened his Origin Card, fortifying his soul, and filling him with Spirit Essence beyond what he thought was possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, that power came with a cost — Xaldreth's constant presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The demon couldn't manifest in the physical world since Michael wasn't strong enough to channel the sword's full power. Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, Xaldreth could only appear as an apparition in Michael's vision. A specter. A ghost. A phantom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one else could see him. No one else could hear the honeyed words and tempting whispers of power he fed to Michael day after day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He promised to be his ally, his only true friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Michael, all alone and yearning for power, believed him. After all, Xaldreth had given him everything he'd ever wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But, of course, the demon had his own plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was waiting…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting for the moment when Michael could unlock the sword's full potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, to help him grow, Xaldreth taught him the brutal arts of combat, revealed ancient knowledge, and even shared the dark secrets of alchemy and crafting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's how Michael became strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strong enough to stand here now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strong enough to block my sword!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clang—!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade met mine, stopping me from eliminating my target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhh!\" The girl I was supposed to backstab turned at the sound and saw us both standing there. She yelped in shock and immediately fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The protagonist and I remained standing, staring at each other, our expressions turning serious after the initial shock faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, a stray smile found its way on my face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Michael!\" I greeted, my tone laced with exaggerated sweetness like I was reunited with an old friend. \"How are you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I made a show of looking him up and down. \"Wow, did you lose some weight? That's good! No offense, but you used to look like a sack of potatoes before!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell?! Why did I say that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seriously, why on earth did I say that?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael's nose scrunched up in disgust as he gritted his teeth and swatted away my sword with his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a dark grin spread across his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So you passed the interview, huh?\" he muttered, his voice full of bitter amusement. \"I suppose it's to be expected from the great Samael Theosbane. I'm glad. Now I can beat you senseless without any consequences.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before I could even blink, he shot a kick at my chest, and I barely managed to dodge it by a hair's breadth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, he was fast!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That kick came out of nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How was he still moving this quickly? We'd been fighting for the same amount of time, yet he did not look exhausted at all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, I knew how.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Whoa, whoa, whoa!\" I raised my hands in mock surrender. \"Why are you attacking me, man?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I swear I saw a vein pulse on Michael's forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're asking me why?\" His voice practically erupted. \"Where do you get the audacity? You made my life a living hell!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He swung his longsword again, and I quickly parried it with my mia dao, stepping back to create a safe distance between us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, you stole my girlfriend!\" I shot back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?!\" Michael tilted his head, his face a canvas of anger. \"I didn't steal anyone! She didn't love you, to begin with! I doubt even you did!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shrugged. I mean, he wasn't wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lily and I had only been together because of our elite backgrounds. Had there been a girl at school with a higher status, I would've been with her instead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a shallow relationship, but that's just how things worked in higher society.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't that I didn't like Lily. I did. Just... not romantically. Or maybe? I don't know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all confusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still! Still!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyway,\" I shook my head. \"Didn't you already beat me up? I was in a coma for a day, dude! Isn't that enough?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck you!\" he snarled. \"That's not nearly enough to make up for the physical and mental trauma you put me through!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Arghh,\" I groaned, rolling my eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was going nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael was the perfect protagonist — kind-hearted, generous, compassionate, morally righteous, selfless, all that goody two-shoes crap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if there was one thing he wasn't, it was forgiving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn't just hold grudges. He nurtured them, let them fester and grow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was one of the things that irritated me about him. He was always so emotional about the most trivial things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone hurt you? Okay, move on, man! Life's too short for petty revenge!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, I never really understood the whole revenge thing. Just live and let live!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sadly, not everyone could share my infinite wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed as Michael raised his sword again, clearly ready to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before he could move, I yelled at the top of my lungs, \"Juli! I'm in a situation here! A little help?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael's face twisted in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He frowned, probably about to ask what I was doing, when suddenly a swarm of people attacked him from all sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wow, she worked fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without wasting a moment, I turned and ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn't look back. Never look back. A rule every tactician lives by when making a strategic retreat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Run, run, run!\" I muttered under my breath, weaving through the chaotic battlefield like my life depended on it — because, well, it did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind me, I could hear Michael's voice rising over the clashing of blades. \"Samael, you coward! Get back here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I felt a chuckle bubble up in my chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could picture the expression on his face – a mixture of rage and confusion as Juliana's minions swarmed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, poor guy.\u003C\u002Fp>",1511,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.485Z","2026-06-01T04:31:10.979Z",1,"novelbin.me","0f889912a404043fcabd8dae011d78ac075cd5030ffc8045868eb6426e0913e8","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-33","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-31",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]