[{"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-399":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},500501,755,"Chapter 399: A Night Out [III]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-399",399,"\u003Cp>Five minutes later, poor Kyle returned with a tray full of some very expensive, premium drinks. Expensive enough that even I had to acknowledge the effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, credit where it’s due. The man had committed to impressing the girl. Unfortunately for him, this girl in question was a demoness incarnate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After relieving him of all the shots, whiskey, and cocktails, Juliana gave a subtle nod to the guards scattered around in disguise. It was a silent gesture asking them totake out the trash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right on cue, the guards quickly surrounded Kyle, providing him with polite but firm guidance toward the exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struggled a little, first smiling nervously, then throwing a predictable tantrum and yelling,\"You don’t know who my father is!\"or\"You’re messing with the wrong guy!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, myShadow’s latest victim disappeared into the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That... was a hard watch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the offside, the free drinks indeed tasted so much better!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>•••\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juliana and I talked about all sorts of different things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been so long since we just sat and talked without any sort of pretenses, ulterior motives, or a sense of danger hanging over our heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no psychological tug-of-war or philosophical push-and-pull of ideologies. We didn’t wear any masks or probe for chinks in our armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just a simple chat. Sometimes we bantered, but mostly we just talked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We talked about everything. Small things. Trivial things. Things that didn’t matter. Things thatdidmatter. And yes, we also bitched about strangers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had somewhat missed the feeling of talking with someone who knew you inside out... maybe even better than you knew yourself. That was Juliana to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was easy to forget, due to the walls we had built between ourselves over the years, that she was the first person I ever opened up to after my mother’s death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I used to chat with her a lot back then.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She herself wasn’t very talkative. All her answers were either one word, a nod, or a shake of her little head. So it usually fell on me to fill the silence. And boy, did I overdo it sometimes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I used to find her and babble on and on, telling her about my day — the things that annoyed me, the things that excited me, and the things I didn’t understand but pretended I did. Like the people I met, the training I failed, or the spars I couldn’t win against Thalia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I used to talk and talk and just talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she always listened, even when she didn’t say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>​I suppressed a smile at the memory and decided to bring it up. \"You know, you’ve actually learned how to hold a conversation. I remember when you used to sit there like a silent statue while I spoke to you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>​Juliana gave me a look. \"I was sitting normally.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>​\"No, you weren’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>​\"I was.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>​\"I’m reasonably sure you were judging me half the time. I remember catching you once trying to hide a chuckle by stuffing your face with one of those raspberry pastries I used to bring you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>​Juliana turned her head away. Maybe it was just me, or maybe it was the low lighting, but her ears were beet red. \"That’s a fabrication. I was listening attentively.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>​\"You were judging mewhilelistening. There’s a difference.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t deny that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I huffed a small laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The music pulsed in the background, but it might as well not have been there because all my attention was elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You talk less now,\" she said suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked.\"I do not. I’ve literally heard you mumble complaints about how much I talk. Don’t think I don’t catch your shade. I have excellent ears!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>​\"I mean you talk with lesssubstancenow,\" she corrected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>​I gasped, clutching my chest as if gravely wounded. \"Are you saying... I’ve grown shallow?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>​\"Yes,\" she replied without a hint of hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The back of my hand flew to my forehead. ​\"Stab me instead! It would hurt less!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>•••\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So yeah, I was enjoying my chat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I would’ve enjoyed it a lot more if we weren’t regularly being interrupted by men, and sometimes even women, rudely jumping in to hit on Juliana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She, of course, was in her element, naturally preying on them all like a shark in a neon-lit tank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was annoyed. Not because she was getting all the attention, but because I was getting none! More than once, I was tempted to disable my illusion and revert to my real appearance just to remind the room that they were inmynoble presence!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I reminded myself I wasn’t as petty anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had grown emotionally mature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why don’t you stop wasting time with thisuggoand come dance with me, beautiful?\" one of the nth guys said to Juliana upon approaching our table, vaguely gesturing in my direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I quietly signaled my guards to drag him out to some back alley and politely explain to him the correlation between actions and consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...What?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least I didn’t beat him up myself right there! That was definitely an emotionally mature way to handle the situation!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>•••\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While all that was going on, Michael had begun his inevitable descent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I saw it coming from a mile away. We gave a heartbroken man unlimited access to alcohol. It was bound to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It started with a series of quiet,\"I’m fine\"s at 10:00 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By 11:30 PM, he was befriending a group of commoner girls outside the VIP lounge by the bar, telling them — with great dramatic flair — about the emptiness of the void that is life itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Or something along those lines. Honestly, I had no idea what nonsense he was spouting at this point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She never loved me,\" the supposed hero of this world wailed like a child, leaning heavily on the shoulder of a confused young woman who was clearly just trying to question him about his eyepatch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is it... from a dragon?\" she asked, leaning in closer to his face and breathing heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael had always been good-looking. Of course, he never held a candle to me, but he was still enough of a heartthrob to make people stop and stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a fair, creamy complexion, to the point where I would compare his skin to actual alabaster under the right lighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now add in his wavy hair and deep eyes, both as dark black as the darkest shade of a raven’s feather, onto a lean physique and sharp jawline... and you’d get a broody stud that left every girl swooning in his wake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To top it off, his current depressive vibes only added to his mystique. Because in the eyes of a common observer, he wasn’t a drunkard crying into his beer jug after a bad breakup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a dark prince mourning a tragic loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not from a dragon. It’s a hole where my soul used to be!\" Michael cried. \"Do you think I’ll die alone? Surrounded by nothing but rust and regrets?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I think you’re really hot,\" the girl whispered, her eyes half-lidded and voice hushed in blatant attraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, it was clear she was making a move on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clear to everyone buthim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I clicked a picture of that girl practically throwing herself into his arms before walking over to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See!\" Michael turned to me as I neared, pointing a shaky finger at the brunette at his side. \"She’s making fun of my depth perception! The cruelty of this world knows no bounds!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped in, placing a hand on his shoulder. \"Okay. Michael, buddy. You’re not dying alone. You’re just dying of embarrassment. Come on, let’s move.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl and her friends stepped back as I took over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry ladies,\" I told them over my shoulder. \"He’s far too drunk to give you the time of day.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had to nearly haul him over my shoulder. For a dark prince, the man was surprisingly heavy — all that lean muscle and soul-crushing baggage, I suppose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I dragged him back toward our table, Michael continued to mutter about the’inevitable decay of all things’while trying to high-five a decorative fern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There, there. You’re doing great, buddy. Who’s the prophesied one to defeat the Spirit King? You are. Yes, you are,\" I muttered, shoving him into the plush velvet booth next to Juliana. \"Mark my words, he’ll someday be the beacon of hope for the masses.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juliana didn’t even look up from her drink. She just leaned away as Michael’s head hit the table with a dullthud. \"Is he dead?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spiritually? I think so. Physically? He might have a few days left if he stops marinating in self-pity,\" I slid into the seat opposite her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally glanced at the slumped form of the black-haired boy. A flicker of something that looked very close to pity crossed her face. \"He is pathetic. You should do something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s heartbroken, Juli. Not everyone deals with heartbreak by sending a hit squad to’escort’their problems to a back alley,\" I said, pointedly glancing toward the exit where our latest intruder had disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Juliana gave me an’are you serious?’look. \"That was all you. Why are you making it sound like it was my fault?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You knew exactly what you were doing, you gold digger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eh...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1542,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.768Z","2026-06-01T04:31:10.979Z",1,"novelbin.me","539fba98b4b9d7dc1d4a332db8379064ee600e57885218a0bbe9c5701ed2bcaf","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-400","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-398",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]