[{"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-329":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},500431,755,"Chapter 329: A Date With The Demon Of My Dreams [I]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-329",329,"\u003Cp>Ever since that day when I fell asleep and saw Asmodeus in my dream... again... I decided I wouldn’t sleep at all for the remainder of this journey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now let me tell you, it hadn’t been easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because, of course, traversing a hellish jungle infested with nightmarish monsters — where you had to fight for your life on a regular basis — wasn’t exactly ideal when you were sleep-deprived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But even so, itreallyhadn’t been easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So after a while, I developed a solution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You see, people primarily dream during the REM phase of the sleep cycle, which you enter roughly ninety minutes after you fall asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant that if I woke myself up before reaching REM sleep, I wouldn’t dream. Yes, it was a risky gamble the first time I tried it, but it paid off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I started taking a series of power naps in place of a full night’s sleep and, after that second and last encounter, I never saw Asmodeus again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, it became routine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sit down. Close my eyes. Count breaths. Let my heartbeat slow. Feel my mind loosen. Then wake up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, my body hated me for it. I still wasn’t getting proper rest. I was constantly tired, and my thoughts were growing sluggish from the sustained abuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hatred was preferable to seeinghim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Whisperer of Desires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince of Temptations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Most Profane One.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...And now, I had willingly decided to meet him after all that effort to avoid him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What an irony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had to admit, it felt good to finally let go and fall asleep completely. I thought I’d be anxious, but I suppose my body was far more exhausted than my mind was cautious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment I stopped fighting it, sleep swallowed me whole. It felt so nice that I almost forgot why I had been avoiding it in the first place. Almost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then I woke up inside a dream, and remembered exactly why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>•••\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scenery was almost the same as I remembered from the last time I had been here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky was red. Not the red of dusk or dawn, but something deeper and darker, like a black canvas painted over with blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavens above were fractured, as if someone had hurled a stone at a mirror. Shattered fragments of reality hung suspended in the stratosphere, frozen mid-collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of it all loomed a red moon, bleeding rivers of crimson light that cascaded down into a silver lake as vast as a sea that appeared to have been made from something resembling mercury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of gigantic hands erupted from that lake’s still surface. Each was pale as bone and taller than the highest towers, each reaching toward the bleeding red moon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But none of them were able to touch it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...And amid this nightmarish, almost beautiful landscape, someone was singing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I reach for you in every night,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Your delightful face, my only light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bleeding sky, yet burning bright,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’re the fire in my soul~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was beautiful — achingly so. Rich and deep and soaked in mourning, it cracked on certain notes, not from age, but from grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew this voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Irememberedthis voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, it still made my chest tighten, just like it had back when I didn’t know who it belonged to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If mercy was your only crime,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d sin with you a thousand times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d break the heavens, steal their chimes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just to make you whole~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once again, I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of life someone had to live to sing like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could almost feel the pain he’d have to endure, the unfairness he must’ve been faced with, the brutality he would’ve been helpless against...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It pained my heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ithurtto listen to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately — or perhaps fortunately — my immersion was broken when that same voice suddenly spoke from behind me. This time, it carried none of the sorrow and all of the sass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, look!\" it chimed. \"Who’s here to see me after dining and dashing from our last date!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I physically shuddered before snapping around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment I did, the scenery shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now I found myself standing at the edge of a tall mountain cliff, overlooking a view most hikers would sell their souls to glimpse even once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The red sky was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In its place stretched a boundless firmament of indigo and gold, clouds drifting lazily beneath the cliff under my feet like an ocean turned upside down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far below, mountain ranges overlapped in fading hues of green and brown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And leaning casually against a weathered stone outcrop, as if all this was nothing more than a scenic overlook on a leisurely stroll, stood him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asmodeus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was in his male human form, looking nothing like how one would imagine a Demon Prince to look like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no horns or wings or any other grotesque exaggerations meant to inspire fear at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wore a simple loose black shirt, its sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and dark trousers that fluttered slightly in the high-altitude wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair fell past his shoulders in lazy waves, a deep obsidian in shade that caught hints of violet when the light struck it just right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skin was pale, but not sickly — smooth, almost luminous, like marble reflecting moonlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he noticed me staring, he grinned, his crimson eyes crinkling with amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wow,\" he said, pressing a hand to his chest in mock offense. \"Not even a hello? I sing my heart out for you and this is the reception I get?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn this asshole.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asmodeus stepped closer and gestured with an open palm. \"Tea?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I frowned and followed the direction of his hand... only to realize I was already sitting in a chair beside a small coffee table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another déjà vu, I guessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chair creaked a little as my weight shifted on it like it had always been there, patiently waiting for me to notice it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two porcelain cups steamed atop the table, filling the air with the scent of something floral and herbaceous. Chamomile, maybe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shot him a glare. \"I don’t remember agreeing to this. Just like I didn’t last time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Asmodeus took the seat opposite me with theatrical grace, crossing one leg over the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his cup, inhaled deeply, and let his eyes flutter shut as if savoring the moment rather than the drink. \"It’s fine~! Consent is such a complicated concept where dreams are concerned.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please stop with your philosophical bullshit,\" I groaned, rubbing my temples. \"You’re not good at it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked delighted by that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took a few moments to steady myself, then let out a long sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So,\" I continued, meeting his gaze, \"the bleeding moon aboveNoctveil Wilds... that’s your daughter, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1132,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.768Z","2026-06-01T04:31:10.979Z",1,"novelbin.me","ef499855e3a6b6543548c5597d5b56f6cfb19383db3a31c82917bcf572482cda","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-330","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-328",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]