[{"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-401":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},500396,755,"Chapter 401: How To Deal With A Depressed Friend? Be More Depressed! [I]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-401",401,"\u003Cp>\"I don’t understand women! I don’t understand women!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, at least you’ve got a womantounderstand...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gave Michael a flat look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were on a sofa in the main living room of my estate. I was slouched back, head clutched tightly in my hands, while he was lying prone with his face buried in my lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes. In my lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, buddy?\" I said to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah?\" came his muffled reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please get up. My servants might mistake this for something deeply inappropriate, and I am not emotionally prepared to defend my honor this early in the morning.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not early,\" Michael didn’t move, simply mumbling into my thigh. \"And if anything, this just proves how low I’ve fallen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s not the direction I meant,\" I said dryly. \"Also, you’re drooling.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have nothing left to lose.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have my trousers to lose, and I’m quite fond of these.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a drawn-out groan full of teen suffering and despair, but still made no effort to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared down at the back of his head for a heartbeat or two, then sighed and leaned further back into the cushions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...You’re heavy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m burdened.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just in time, a flustered maid entered the living room to set down a tray containing two cups on the center table in front of us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face was already flushed in a vivid shade of pink, but when she saw the state Michael and I were in, she blushed even harder and rushed out of the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Damn it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now there’d be rumors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Struggling to move due to the dead weight half-sprawled onto me, I reached out and grabbed one of the two cups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was filled with a thick smoothie that wassupposedto help with the hangover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I took a cautious sip. It tasted bitter and citrusy and like whatever divine mercy the kitchen staff could bottle at eleven in the morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Not bad,\" I lied. I don’t know why. Itwasbad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael made a weak, dying noise against my thigh. \"Me too...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have hands.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I forfeited my rights to basic human functions when she broke up with me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s... not at all how rights work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It should be.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nudged his shoulder with my elbow. \"Sit up before you asphyxiate yourself and I get blamed for manslaughter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No court would convict you,\" he muttered. \"They’d see my life and call it a mercy killing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Michael.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mikey!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nooo!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I calmly took another sip of my smoothie, then casually tilted the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold droplet slid down the rim and landed directly on the back of his neck. He twitched. I let another drop fall. This time he flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, with no choice left, I decided to stop holding back and tipped the glass just enough to pour a small splash down his collar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAH—!\" he jolted upright and clutched his now-wet neck. \"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To hydrate you,\" I said coolly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at me in betrayal, greenish-blue liquid dripping from his hairline. \"...You’re a monster.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I chuckled as he wiped his face, then grabbed the second glass off the table and chugged half of it in one go. We sat there in silence for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared into the distance and I stared at his side profile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...So,\" I started, \"can we discuss my problem first before you start crying into me again?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aghh,\" Michael made a sound. \"What you have is not a problem. I passed out before the rave began, so I didn’t see what happened. But if she’s not talking to you,youmust have definitely done something.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I spread my hands wide. \"No, that’s the thing! I’m telling you, I did literally nothing this time!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, so...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning from the club yesterday, Juliana went back to giving me the cold shoulder. She didn’t exactly seem angry, just... distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Distant, but not in her usual way. It wasn’t anything like that sharp, cutting indifference she used to subtly direct at me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This one was different. It felt a touch more deliberate. And the worst part was that I had no idea what I’d done this time to set her off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was driving me absolutely nuts!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sure,\" Michael said, his tone making it clear he didn’t believe a word I was saying. \"Still though, between the two of us, you’re the womanizer. You have way more experience with women than me, don’t you? So why are you asking me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Womanizer...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve never liked that label.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t as if I actively went out of my way to sleep with every girl I met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now I know how much of a pretentious jerk I’m going to sound by telling you about this, but just bear with me for a second, okay?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On top of being born into one of the most prestigious families in the history of our world, I had always been rich and, admittedly, handsome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Growing up in a family like mine, I realized much earlier than most that your worth is almost entirely determined by what you can provide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There is no such thing as unconditional love. That is the hard truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything has a price and a purpose. You could call it an exchange rate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you look around, you’ll see people trading loyalty for status, obedience for power, favors for favors, and smiles for something far less pleasant beneath the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even affection comes with strings attached. And if you have nothing to offer, then you have nothing worth keeping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Useless people get discarded, after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So no, I never chased women. But that’s because I didn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Theycame to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They came to me for my name and my face and a small taste of my lavish lifestyle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the thing is... I also had nothing to give them except exactly that: my name and my face and my money. So I gave them that, because that was all that I could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one was ever going to stay with me for my personality... not that I would’ve ever let anyone inside the walls I’d built, to begin with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So to those women, I wasn’t a person. I was a prize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would sleep with me, or perhaps date me for a while if they were lucky (and pretty), just so they could brag about the experience later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were obviously foolish enough to think they could lock me down. Obviously, none succeeded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more than once, I even overheard many of their comments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\"Yeah, I slept with him. Girl, you’ve gotta try him, too! You’ll be amazed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\"God, he’s so rich! He gifted me that pendant. Yeah, that one! I just looked at it once and he bought it. I’ll be set for life if I can settle down with him. I don’t mind being a third or fourth wife, even!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\"Yeah, he’s hot but totally characterless. I just wanted to see what the hype was about. Guess I’ll bleed his purse as much as I can before he moves on to some other poor girl.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the gist of how most of them viewed me. I wasn’t even a human being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...Now, just to be clear, this isn’t some sob story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obviously, I never had a problem with the arrangement. I’m just clarifying that I never hunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I was the onebeinghunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Girls approachedme. Girls flirted withme. Girls confessed and chased afterme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if I was ever bored, or curious, or just in the mood to feel something, I entertained them until either they got what they wanted or I got bored first. It was as simple as that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or at least... it used to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because now, for the first time in a long time, I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d felt that specific kind of boredom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I exhaled slowly and leaned back further into the couch until I was all but slumping, staring at the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, I started dumping the whole thing on Michael.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I know, I know! Unloading my own emotional baggage onto an already depressed, heartbroken teenager was not exactly a genius move, but cut me some slack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was the only friend I had nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Believe me, I much preferred it when Alexia was around. She always had some sort of sagely advice hidden under her impish demeanor whenever any of us needed actual guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But since she wasn’t here, I had to make do with what I had on hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyway, Michael, now properly upright and still slightly damp, squinted at me. \"Sam, that was depressing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It wasn’t,\" I said immediately, maybe a bit defensively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It was.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dude, I just told you how much I used to get laid. Don’t call it depressing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But it was! It was just you trying very hard to sound like you don’t have feelings when you were obviously hurt by those experiences.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I laughed. \"Yeah, no. I don’t. And I wasn’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hummed in pure skepticism. Then, after a pause, he added, \"So, what changed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1504,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.768Z","2026-06-01T04:31:10.979Z",1,"novelbin.me","a6da98dbb82992b2b60f9cc13b9546c1244222975baca17c972f92c811bbcb74","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-402",null,407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]