[{"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-379":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},500481,755,"Chapter 379: Winds of War [I]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-379",379,"\u003Cp>I had been to my father’s throne room before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time, I found it so vast and tall and wide that both my eyes and mind were overwhelmed by the sheer grandeur of the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time was no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frescoed vaults above, supported by grand columns of gold, depicted the legendary battles my family had fought and won over the generations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Below, though no human mind could truly perceive it, the distance between the floor and the vaulted ceiling continued to subtly shrink in a way that made the throne at the other end of the room appear large enough to dwarf any human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, the man sitting upon the throne appeared even larger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The throne itself was bathed in shadows so dark it was barely perceptible in the dim lighting of the hall, but I could still clearly see that it was designed in the shape of a roaring lion’s gaping maw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And lounging comfortably within the mouth of that monstrous beast was my father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur Kaizer Theosbane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even from this distance, the man’s presence dominated the hall like a mountain that could neither be avoided nor scaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was wearing a simple black tunic threaded with thin strands of gold, thoughsimplewas a generous word when the fabric itself likely cost more than a warship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of his legs rested casually on a plush footrest, his chin propped up lazily on one elbow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not for the aura that weighed upon the room like a physical force, one might have mistaken him for a bored king enjoying his afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was the trick with my father. He looked relaxed. The world, however, did not relax around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen golden-armored knights lined the vast chamber below the throne, standing perfectly still like statues.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their helmets hid their expressions, but I could feel their attention snap toward me the moment the doors swung open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They... were not the only ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing tall at the base of the dais were three figures, two men and one woman, all seemingly in their early to mid-thirties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They all had tanned skin, the color of desert sand, which sharply contrasted against the pristine white robes draped over their lean frames. And when I saylean, I mean slim bodies with all muscles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were foreigners. Somewhere from the Southern Safe-Zone, if I had to guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the first thing I noticed about them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second was that none of them were kneeling, let alone even bowing their heads. That alone told me everything I needed to know about their status... or their intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were also looking at the boy who had so casually barged into this tense atmosphere as if he owned the property. Which would be yours truly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet again, they werestillnot the only ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the stairs of the dais leading up to the high seat stood two more individuals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was a woman of near-unparalleled beauty. Her flowing golden hair framed an angular face, and the black gown she wore, which accentuated her shapely physique, only added to her bewitching charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was Aunt Morgan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aunt Morgan was currently giving me a wide-eyed look that screamed:’Oh my god, you idiot, get out!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was a man who stood a half-step behind her. Tall and broad-shouldered, he was dressed in a long dark coat over a half-unbuttoned shirt that left his muscular chest exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair was tied back in a loose knot, revealing a sharp face marked by an old scar that ran from the corner of his eye down to the base of his jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That jolly guy was one of my uncles. Unlike the others, he wasn’t looking at me. That was because he was palming his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then there were two lines of chairs to the right and left of the high seat, five on each side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the left sat the old men and women. You could tell how powerful and experienced they were at a single glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You could also tell how ruthlessly stubborn and suspicious of change they were just by the way they held themselves — backs straight, chins lifted far too high, and eyes stern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the Elders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The true pillars of the Theosbane clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conversely, the people seated on the right were younger. Not young by any means, but far from the ancient figures opposite them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were three in number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two young women — Thalia and Calliope, seventeen and nineteen respectively. And one young man — Tristan, who was twenty-two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were the future of the clan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They... were my siblings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And right now, every single one of them was looking at me. Thalia, especially, was giving me a look that was a mix of horror, anger, and relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I... had no idea why anger was even in the mix.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell did I even do to make her angry this time? Return alive from a Death-Zone?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sorry, was I not supposed to live?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calliope and Tristan were looking like they were already planning a funeral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My... funeral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Ah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this wasn’t just some casual meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, my dumbass should’ve realized it way sooner when that knight risked decapitation by physically grabbing me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stopped a few steps into the hall as the massive doors closed behind me with a deepthudthat seemed to reverberate through the entire chamber like a declaration of my noble presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a couple of very long moments, no one spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I waited and waited and waited a little more... then immediately turned on my heel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I did not want any part of whatever political drama that was going on here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...But as I said, it was too late now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My father’s voice drifted down from the throne, booming yet low. \"Stop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...I did. With a lot of reluctance, I did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I inhaled, cursed myself for threatening those poor guards instead of listening to them, exhaled, and then turned back around to face my father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was not yet anywhere near the grand dais, so in my eyes, my father was still only a dark shape amid the blackness of the shadows wreathing that great throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I could clearly hear him let out an exasperated sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At least this answers the question of whether you were awake,\" he said, sounding just as larger than life as he looked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few of the elders shifted in their seats, some frowning and others scowling. Yeah, did I mention none of those geezers liked me very much?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My apologies, Father,\" I said, walking until the view of my father atop the high seat was clear before inclining my head just enough to feign respect. \"Iwasinformed you were unavailable. I assumed that was... flexible.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Just take a seat,\" Uncle Thorax interrupted, his voice muffled by the palm still pressed to his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I decided to shut my mouth for the time being and heed his advice, lowering myself onto one of the polished chairs reserved for heirs, right next to Callie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She and I hadn’t ever talked much despite being blood-related.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was because all true descendants of our family line possessed the signature golden eyes and hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when we were little, Thalia used to follow me around like a lost hatchling because she was picked on by our other siblings for having black curls. Ezra, the eldest, was particularly cruel about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was all so stupid now that I look back at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As such, I mostly avoided everyone during my childhood, deeming them nothing but bullies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over time, they grew up and lost their enmity toward Thalia, but then I became Ezra’s target after our mother’s demise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He openly claimed he hated me and thatIshould’ve been the dead one, not Mom. Tristan and Callie took no part in that, but they didn’t exactly defend me either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They also turned a blind eye when I was ridiculed by our cousins and vassal clan heirs for failing to awaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When I finally did awaken, it didn’t change much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most of my siblings had left the nest and their home visits were growing thin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was also around the time Thalia started distancing herself from me... the time when I grew jealous of our father choosing her as the next head instead of me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could tell as the years passed that Ezra was softening. The few words he threw my way here and there became less venomous and less personal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he never apologized. He didn’t suddenly become kind, nor did he go out of his way to mend the bridge between us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, there was always this invisible crack present between the eldest and the youngest of the Theosbanes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My other brother and sister never made any effort either. Except Thalia.Shemade plenty of effort... to put me down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Oh, well. The lack of familial love had stopped bothering me a long time ago so I won’t dwell on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I finished settling in, the chamber’s atmosphere shifted from tense to awkward, then back to tense again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My father turned his gaze toward the three foreigners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now that my youngest has decided to grace us with his presence,\" Duke Arthur said, his voice thundering through the hall, \"we may continue, Chief Qhaf.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the three foreigners at the base of the dais stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the tallest of the group. His voice was thick with a guttural accent, like he was speaking from the back of his throat. \"Then allow me to repeat myself, Your Grace. Our proposal remains unchanged.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My ears perked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Proposal?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, this had just gotten interesting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We request,\" the foreigner chief continued, \"that House Theosbane relinquish its illegal claim over the Aether Claw and withdraw all stationed forces within the next thirty days.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1639,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.768Z","2026-06-01T04:31:10.979Z",1,"novelbin.me","3d4d7ac2e51ba1f6a9189325c4b3184d48eb0e1271c3369b36fd2aeb0590822f","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-380","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-378",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]