[{"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-82":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},500734,755,"Chapter 82 Mission Briefing [III]","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-82",82,"\u003Cp>A few days later…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Sunday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Academy City was quieter than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most Cadets were resting in their rooms, enjoying their first reprieve since the academic year started.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some extremely extroverted ones were out meeting friends and socializing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, a few bookworms had their noses buried in their books. They were studying even on their day off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I, personally, was in the gym.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, I had been spending a lot of time in the training facilities over the past few days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After fighting the Draken twins and then facing my sister, I was forced to confront one undeniable truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn't as strong as some of the main characters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, I didn't go all out, but Alice and Willem had still managed to push me back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalia also managed to hold her ground, confidently matching me blow for blow despite the advantages I had in our fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then there were other characters like Michael and Alexia who could probably beat me outright in an unrestrained combat situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, the list of people who were stronger than me in my year wasn't very long. There were only a handful of Awakened first-years who could give me a challenging fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, it shouldn't have been such a big deal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And to be honest, it wasn't.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn't trying to surpass the main characters, after all. That wasn't my goal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My goal was to survive the story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To influence the plot enough to come out on top.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To keep winning by doing whatever it took.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because in a cruel world like this, losing might as well mean dying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I understood all of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I also knew that strength was the only thing that truly mattered in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I wanted to survive, I couldn't afford to get complacent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had to keep growing, keep adapting, and keep getting stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So here I was, with nothing better to do, practicing my weapon arts against a combat dummy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The combat dummy groaned as I slammed my training sword against its side, the force of the impact causing it to lurch backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped back, wiped the sweat off my brow, and adjusted my stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gym was nearly empty, save for a few other Cadets working on their own training regimens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soft clangs of weights hitting the ground and harsh grunts of workout filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I pivoted on my heel and executed a wide slash at my incoming opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The combat dummy reacted quickly by blocking the strike with a mechanical arm that sparked on impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its movements were methodical but predictable, something I both appreciated and resented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't the same as fighting a real opponent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was tough to beat, nonetheless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I lashed out with my other sword — yes, I was trying dual-wielding — and thrust my training blade toward the dummy's face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mechanical enemy caught my weapon with its free hand, forcing me to take a step back. So, I did the logical thing — slammed my leg into its chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The combat dummy staggered back from the force of my kick, losing its grip on my training blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the opening I needed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I slashed at its neck, but even while off-balance, the dummy managed to block my strike with a hasty swing of its arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, it wasn't in any position to block my follow-up. So I bent low and struck at its knees with all the force I could muster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My sword broke through the dummy's mechanical joint, cleaving its leg clean off and sending it toppling over like a broken mannequin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dummy fell to its knees, and as soon as it did, I severed its neck with my other sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its detached head clattered to the tiled floor, rolling a few times before coming to a stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the headless body collapsed at my feet, sparking wires spilling out from its neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stood over the defeated dummy, grinning like an idiot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A victorious idiot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you enjoy bullying robots or something?\" a familiar voice called out from behind me. \"That is the fifth combat dummy you broke this week.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I turned to see a handsome young man leaning casually against a nearby treadmill, smirking like he owned the place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was dressed in a sleeveless hoodie and gym shorts, looking annoyingly photogenic, as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Ray Warner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We had apparently hit it off after our first meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since I helped Ray get on the same team as a royal Princess and gave him a luxury bottle of scotch for no reason at all, he decided we were friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And since he was undeniably more handsome than me and I had no guy friends to speak of — or any friends at all — I was more than happy to have him in my company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, I begged him to be my best friend. In the end, he took pity on me and agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, that's the version Ray likes to believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, I wanted nothing to do with him, but he kept approaching me, insisting we hang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, I gave up and said yes because arguing with him was more exhausting than tolerating him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, we used the same training facilities so I'd be seeing him all the time, and I didn't want to change gyms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Also, having a popular guy like him around could come in handy one day. So, where was the harm?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What's the problem?\" I asked, wiping the sweat off my brow. \"It's not like we have to pay for any broken equipment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised an eyebrow, smirking wider. \"No, but it's starting to seem like you're breaking them out of spite now. Do you perhaps have a vendetta against machines?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rolled my eyes. \"You wouldn't understand. It's called dedication.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sure,\" he said, strolling into the octagon-shaped combat ring where I was. \"Next time, maybe try fighting something that can hit back. I hear the vending machines are getting feisty.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I let out a tired sigh. Having this guy around was exhausting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>•••\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After another hour of working out, we finally left the gym and started heading back to our dorms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The evening air was cool, and the streets were relatively quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As we walked, we passed a popular café with a small crowd gathered on the sidewalk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were laughing loudly, almost uncontrollably, while cheering and hooting at someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on! Just do that monkey dance for us once, and we'll leave you alone. We promise!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, Lord Under-Itch, give us a performance!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, no, he can't do it! Leave him alone guys… because he first needs a boy's underwear to rub himself!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And they erupted into raucous laughter once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray and I glanced toward the commotion, and I noticed someone unexpected there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing in the middle of the small crowd, surrounded by their jeers and teases, was a familiar figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was flushed red and he was clutching a shopping bag to his chest. He had a black bruise on his left cheek, and patches of bandages covered his body from head to toe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His emerald eyes glistened under the streetlights, betraying how close he was to crying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As we came closer, our gazes met just for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I allowed myself to look back at him for half a second, then kept walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group quieted briefly as I walked by them, their laughter dying in the air. For a moment, I thought they might stop altogether.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, like clockwork, they resumed their taunting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go on, buddy! Aren't you the famous brief thief? Prove it! Steal someone's underwear right here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Or maybe you need a boy to model for you first? Come on, pick one!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don't be shy, Jake! You've got a whole audience waiting! If you don't steal someone's undies right now, we'll have to make you strip and steal yours!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the crowd began chanting, \"Strip or steal! Strip or steal! Strip or steal!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The noise faded into the background as we walked on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And thank the heavens for that! Because that whole scene was downright embarrassing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I mean, those people didn't even know how to bully someone properly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fucking amateurs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shook my head, though Ray seemed to misinterpret my expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, right. I heard you guys knew each other,\" he said, sounding apologetic. \"Should we, like… go back and help him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nah,\" I waved my hand dismissively. \"I told him not to do anything stupid. He still did. That's on him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray visibly relaxed. \"Thank the Monarchs, because it wouldn't be good for my public image if I associate myself with him after… you know, after… well, what he did?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh, I definitely knew what he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That idiot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I specifically told him to leave Michael alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Protagonists like those in stories like this have plot armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can call it divine intervention, or maybe just the heavens showing their favoritism…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever it is, main characters like Michael are always ridiculously lucky. If you go against them, it's like fate itself decides to smack you down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why even bother?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But of course, Jake didn't listen to me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because noble brats like him are also fated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fated to be stupid cannon fodders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I would've been the same, but luckily, my past life memories saved me from that pitfall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I was mentally shaking my head at Jake's stupidity, Ray kept rambling, unaware that I was barely paying attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mean, not only did he pretty much commit social suicide with that underwear stunt in public, but he also challenged Michael to a duel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before I could ask for clarification, Ray kept going.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What was he thinking, challenging one of the Top Ten to a fight? Did you see him crying by the end, basically begging Michael to stop?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I couldn't help but ask. \"Wait, when did this happen?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray turned to me, shocked by my confusion. \"Yesterday! It's been the talk of the town ever since!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahh!\" I slapped my hand to my forehead. \"I went to bed early yesterday and only woke up this afternoon.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ray frowned. \"You didn't come to the Academy?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nope. I'm the Ace. I can skip as many classes as I want, so I've skipped a few.\" I gloated. \"A few days, that is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that was what I missed, huh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jake challenged Michael to a duel — and lost, embarrassingly, in front of everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yeah, even if I wanted to help him, there was no saving him now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His social life was toast, his reputation in tatters, and the whole Academy was ganging up on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a dead weight. Even more than he was before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyway,\" Ray said, changing the subject. \"You wanna hit up this new sports bar I found? We could grab some drinks, flirt with some cute seniors—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah,\" I immediately shut him down. \"As much fun as that sounds — and it doesn't — I can't.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why not? What's more fun than a night of drinks and flirting with pretty seniors?\" Ray scowled, his expression shifting to a pout, then something thoughtful. \"Oh, wait! Is it today?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded. \"Yes. My Squad will leave for our first assigned mission tonight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was going to be fun.\u003C\u002Fp>",1890,"2026-05-30T12:03:22.767Z","2026-06-01T04:31:10.979Z",1,"novelbin.me","d3f5ce8357fc5961025be4ace0c97770d9ea42678e9349b400efeb0e863013e2","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-83","young-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-chapter-81",407,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fyoung-master-s-pov-woke-up-as-a-villain-in-a-gam-cover.jpg"]