The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick

Upon hearing these words, Gwen froze in place.

What did Henie just... say?

A chill crept up her spine as Gwen's expression stiffened, her facial muscles becoming rigid as stone.

Her mind suddenly exploded like a thunderbolt from a clear sky, leaving nothing but emptiness.

After a moment, Gwen regained her senses and stared intently at Henie before her.

Henie's cheeks were flushed pink like sun-ripened apples, her clear eyes gazing earnestly at Gwen:

"Pro-Professor Viktor is a wonderful person!"

"If you truly care for him, Miss Gwen, please cherish him dearly!"

Gwen could hardly believe her ears. Her mouth fell open, her hand resting uncertainly on her sword.

Looking at Henie, she asked:

"Henie, why... why would you say such things?"

"Because I... I've experienced that feeling too."

"The feeling of forgetting someone important."

Henie touched her chest, tears glistening in her eyes, looking utterly vulnerable.

"If you've gone through something similar, it must have been painful."

Gwen looked at Henie's endearing appearance, feeling ripples in her heart.

Like a fragile yet beautiful ice crystal one couldn't bear to destroy, she hesitated.

She stood there conflicted, unable to speak a word.

Did she like Viktor?

Speaking of the current Viktor, Gwen could say that she indeed did.

She deeply admired such a calm yet powerful, gentle yet confident person.

Her admiration had even reached the level of reverence.

Henie gazed at her, shaking her head:

"No."

"Miss Gwen, I'm talking about a different kind of love."

It was an incredibly sweet feeling, wanting to be with your beloved at all times, yearning to completely merge with them.

The passionate heart could barely contain such excited emotions, like an endless spring of longing bursting forth.

Listening to Henie's words, Gwen crossed her arms, deep in thought.

Was she really as dramatic as Henie described?

Certainly not.

But there was indeed an intense impulse surging in her heart.

After recovering her lost memories, she truly wanted to find Viktor immediately, to confirm his existence with her own eyes.

Just as this thought flashed through her mind, Gwen suddenly had a revelation.

Wait!

Thinking back to earlier, when she was hurrying through the streets of Bryston.

Wasn't that exactly this feeling in her heart?

"Miss Gwen."

"If you truly love Professor Viktor, I hope you can be honest with him."

A ray of morning light broke through the clouds, shining through the colorful stained glass windows of the Kravina mansion, casting mottled shadows over Henie.

The light seemed to spread her weariness, extending to Gwen's silver-white armor.

Henie's lake-clear eyes sparkled with a gentle light, yet she gazed at Gwen with a hint of sadness:

"I don't want to see the Professor being forgotten by someone important to him again."

Gwen stood motionless like a wooden statue, unable to respond.

Henie continued:

"You'll need to go on alone from here. You can find the Professor on the grassland near the backyard, not far away."

Gwen nodded instinctively, her heart a jumble of mixed emotions, impossible to describe.

She could only step forward, following Henie's directions, walking towards the hazy light ahead.

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound of Gwen's armor striking against the wooden floor echoed through the quiet mansion, clear and crisp.

The sound soon faded as Gwen's white figure walked out of the mansion into the morning light.

Henie stood still, watching Gwen's determined figure, biting her lip.

She couldn't help but ask in her heart:

"Mr. Crocodile, did I do the right thing?"

A deep, slightly hoarse voice remained silent for a moment before responding:

"As a demon, I must say, you're not qualified enough."

Henie wasn't surprised by the inner voice's answer.

After all, this was the voice of Leighton, the Demon of Wrath.

Demons are selfish by nature, but Henie was different.

She wouldn't pursue her own interests at the complete expense of others.

Naturally, demons couldn't accept Henie's behavior.

Inside Henie's mind, Leighton snapped his mouth shut with a pop and turned over.

His nostrils huffed in resignation as his puffed-up body deflated like a punctured balloon.

Nevertheless, he began to notice something very interesting unfolding.

After Gwen had completely left, the sound of a door slamming shut startled Henie from her daze.

She gradually came to her senses, raising her head to gaze blankly at the colorful windows of the Kravina mansion, feeling lost.

Henie suddenly felt that she no longer had a place here.

A cold stream seemed to flow from nowhere, passing through Henie's heart.

Emotions of grievance instantly occupied her mind, and in this unobserved corner, Henie's eyes grew moist.

She still couldn't do it.

She couldn't sacrifice others' happiness for her own desires.

For Henie, this was still too difficult.

Or rather, impossible.

Sharp pain pierced her burning heart like needles, letting in a cold current.

That burning flood of emotions, even wrapped in a scarred heart, had nowhere to release.

Henie could only curl up in the corner, silently enduring the intense pain of ice and heat intertwining, constantly dousing the burning fire in her heart.

She tried to use this method to let her skin warmly soothe her wounds.

And to give up the person she loved, Henie had to do this.

She buried her head between her knees and wept bitterly.

The mansion was completely silent, with only faint sobbing echoing through the empty floors.

......

Gwen quickened her pace, running swiftly across the grassland.

After hearing Henie's words, Gwen's emotions had never been so intense.

She wanted to find Viktor immediately, wanted to know right away...

His true feelings.

Finally, the sound of wind gradually passed by Gwen's ears, making her stop in place.

She saw it, that enormous and brilliant silver-white giant tree, its silver branches twinkling like starlight.

The branches swayed gently in the breeze.

Gwen looked up, then forward.

That figure in the black coat was standing beneath the divine tree.

His hands were in his pockets, with the familiar crow perched on his shoulder.

The distance wasn't far, yet it felt unreachable to Gwen.

She reached out a hand, wanting to call his name.

"Vik..."

The voice caught in her throat, unable to make a sound no matter what.

She had spent the whole night running from the capital to Bryston.

Just to confirm Viktor's existence.

And now, she had actually seen Viktor.

Gwen should have been at ease.

But now, why?

Feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

Gwen had never felt so nervous before.

Her childhood experiences had determined she wouldn't possess such emotions, yet, this calm feeling had been revived because of Viktor.

Because of this person, whom she once despised the most?

'Love?'

After leaving Henie, at this moment, Gwen finally could calm down and think about this current idea.

Wanting to touch him.

Wanting to be close to him.

Wanting so very much to see him every day.

Was this what love was?

But mixed with that joy was more confusion and uncertainty.

Like a child who had never learned to swim, testing the waters by stepping on stones.

Complete ignorance and bewilderment about what lay ahead.

Gwen's outstretched hand slowly fell.

No...

She was a knight.

Just as when she was confused and faced the Emperor.

As His Majesty had told her:

"As a knight, never doubt yourself."

Like sunshine breaking through clouds, Gwen strengthened her resolve.

No matter what lay ahead, she would ultimately...

Try to get closer to the person before her.

She reached out her hand again, calling out.

"Viktor! I..."

Suddenly, she stopped her voice.

As if forcibly cut off.

Gwen couldn't speak another word.

Black ink climbed up from within her heart, flowing straight to her brain through her consciousness.

She saw clearly.

In that sea of consciousness in her mind, she saw it perfectly clear.

That golden scale that had always existed in her mind.

It was now stained with a streak of pitch-black filth.

As if contaminated.

Following the blackness, as if affected by something.

Gwen's vision darkened as she lost her final consciousness.

In the last instant before collapsing to the ground, she seemed to see.

A figure in a coat, looking at her with calm yet somewhat gentle eyes.

With that, she finally closed her eyes.

......

"As expected."

"This was inevitable."

"How could It easily give up this perfect divine vessel?"

——

"The plan has changed, Vega."

"I intend to—"

"Kill them all."