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

The massive city gates stood wide open, with two rows of imposing knights standing guard on either side, solemnly checking the credentials of all who passed through.

"Please proceed," a knight respectfully returned the documents to a merchant after careful inspection, then gestured for the next carriage to enter the city.

A merchant convoy bearing the Kravina family crest, pulling a long line of cargo wagons, kicked up dust as it traversed the sparse road into the royal capital.

The knights tensed immediately upon spotting the Kravina family emblem on the cargo boxes. They were all too familiar with this family's insignia.

The knights nudged each other, their steel armor clinking softly. Finally, one knight was pushed forward by his companions. He looked back at his fellow guards somewhat helplessly, but having already stepped forward, he could only steel himself to conduct the routine inspection of the Kravina merchant convoy.

The convoy presented all the necessary documentation. After confirming the papers were in order, it was time to inspect the cargo.

The knight lifted the curtains covering each wagon one by one. Seeing that all the goods were in compliance, he gradually relaxed.

He checked each carriage skillfully and swiftly, becoming increasingly at ease. Until he stopped before the final carriage - before he could inspect it, the curtain opened automatically.

The knight froze slightly, slowly raising his head.

Inside sat a man wearing a black coat.

His gaze moved upward, meeting Viktor's eyes.

In that instant, the knight felt as if his heart had stopped beating.

Blood rushed to his head as his limbs trembled uncontrollably.

Faced with Viktor's icy stare, he felt like a lamb about to be slaughtered.

The knight's body shuddered as he hastily bowed in respect:

"L-Lord Viktor."

"Welcome... back."

Who in the royal capital didn't know Viktor?

A member of the Mage Council, Chief Professor at the Royal Magic Academy, private tutor to the Imperial Princess, and head of the Kravina family.

Moreover, he was the former Knights Commander and Gwen Delin's fiancé.

Viktor gave a slight nod, and the carriage curtain closed automatically.

Seeing no signal of irregularity from the front, the knight removed the roadblock and allowed the carriage to pass.

The inspecting knight stood rooted to the spot, his eyes vacant.

That person lying in Lord Viktor's arms just now...

It looked like... Knight Commander Gwen?

...

A carriage slowly approached the Delin mansion, its gentle wheel sounds echoing through the quiet street.

A servant noticed the approaching carriage with the Kravina family crest and hurried back to report.

Moments later, Kevla gracefully walked out of the mansion, opened the gates, and went to greet them.

However, she was surprised to see Viktor standing beside the carriage.

Before she could say anything, Viktor lightly pointed his finger.

Green light flowed from his fingertip into the ground beneath the carriage.

Vines gradually grew from the earth, rising up to gently lift the unconscious Gwen from inside the carriage.

Kevla was startled at the sight of Gwen lying motionless on the vines. She quickly ran forward and took her into her arms.

At that moment, Viktor's voice came from behind:

"She's been unconscious since yesterday. Take good care of her."

After these brief words, Viktor got back into the carriage and slowly drove away from the Delin mansion.

Kevla carefully examined the unconscious Gwen.

Her expression was peaceful, with no visible changes in complexion - there was almost no sign that she was ill.

Yet she remained unconscious with her eyes tightly shut.

Kevla furrowed her brow, gently stroking Gwen's forehead as she worried aloud:

"How did she end up like this?"

...

Viktor sat quietly in the moving carriage, leaning against the window, watching the street scenery flow by.

Silently listening to the sound of wheels rolling over the cobblestone road.

A crow perched opposite him, picking cherries from a plate with its beak and swallowing them.

While enjoying the cherries, it watched the quiet Viktor and slowly spoke: "Are you ready?"

Viktor showed little reaction, simply answering: "Perhaps."

From the beginning, Viktor had been trying to change Gwen's impression of him.

Maintaining a certain distance while making sure she grew more dependent on him.

And now, he had almost succeeded.

Every move Gwen made was within Viktor's sight.

However, he had misjudged one thing.

That was, Gwen had long been targeted by others.

[Believers of the Goddess]

The goddess they believed in didn't care enough to arrange followers,

Yet the followers constantly yearned for their goddess to return to the mortal realm.

So, they had to ensure Gwen remained unpolluted.

"I didn't plan to deal with these things before, but now..."

Viktor's pupils flickered with an icy light like obsidian:

"They should be eliminated."

Vega stretched its wings, placing them near its beak as it yawned.

"You should think carefully. Although the gods no longer care about the mortal world, but..."

"Dealing with those fanatic believers will still attract that goddess's attention."

Viktor turned to look at Vega:

"That's why I have you, right?"

"Me? Don't joke around."

Vega flapped its wings, perching on Viktor's shoulder.

"I'm just an ordinary crow."

Viktor's expression remained calm:

"That's enough."

This was a game.

And as a player,

Viktor would never refuse any challenge.

The carriage passed over the dusty road, its wheels leaving two tracks as it slowly drove deeper into the distance.

...

The Royal Magic Academy was exceptionally lively today,

In stark contrast to its emptiness during the holiday, countless students and parents gathered here, with various noble carriages parked outside, escorting their important children into the academy.

Today was the first day of the new semester, and also the day for new student assessments.

Crowds surged, gathering at each mage tower, waiting to enter for the examination.

Professors stood atop each mage tower, continuously calling examinees to enter.

The mage towers were filled with heavy and cluttered books, with only a few large wooden desks placed before the professors,

White paper was spread across the desks, with a white quill pen beside it, though its tip was stained with ink marks.

A professor held a list, adjusted his glasses, and read out names:

"Bruce Cade."

"Pishur Maulsen."

...

Students whose names were called showed confidence on their faces as they walked proudly through the teleportation gate.

The supervising professor continued reading the list casually:

"Aurelianne..."

"Hm?"

The professor pushed up his glasses, bringing the list closer to his eyes, raising an eyebrow, suddenly freezing.

"Aurelianne... Sol?!"

When this name was called out, even he could hardly believe it, his hands trembling as he held the list, eyes wide.

When other students heard this name, they also sat dumbfounded in their seats, wearing bewildered expressions.

Under the azure sky above the mage tower, countless students like scattered pearls anxiously waited for professors to call their names.

When they heard this name in the vast plaza, their eyes similarly widened.

Who?

Aurelianne Sol?!

From among the crowd,

A girl with flowing silver hair like a waterfall slowly stepped forward.

Her clothing was simple yet elegant, perfectly displaying her otherworldly beauty in the sunlight.

Aurelianne gently reached behind her head, brushing aside her flowing hair.

An air of elegance and nobility immediately emanated from within her.

She calmly stepped onto the teleportation array, walking into the mage tower under everyone's gaze.

The moment she entered and met the professor's eyes, she smiled slightly.

With the elegant and noble bearing of royalty, she gracefully curtsied to the professor.

The other students stared at the extraordinarily elegant Aurelianne, frozen in their seats, mouths agape as they gazed at this exceptional girl.

They quietly watched Aurelianne take her seat, utterly shocked in their hearts.

Her Highness the Princess was actually taking the same examination as them?!

This!!!

After all, Aurelianne was the Empire's princess.

Entering the Royal Magic Academy would normally just take one word from the royal family.

The Academy Dean would be more than eager to personally invite the princess to study at the academy.

But shocking as it was, being a princess didn't necessarily mean she was an exceptional genius.

Although Aurelianne's combat achievements were widely publicized.

But written tests were different from practical combat.

This gave many students courage despite their shock.

They felt they still had a chance to surpass the princess.

After his momentary shock, the professor lightly cleared his throat and continued calling other examinees.

Every student who entered the classroom would shudder upon glimpsing the princess.

But afterwards, they could only encourage themselves with the same reasoning as other examinees.

Soon, when all examinees were seated, the professor turned over an ancient hourglass and solemnly announced:

"The examination begins. You have two hours."

"Each student's test questions are on the white paper on your desk. Please use the provided quill to answer, but do not damage the quill."

"Also, the ink will never run out."

The professor looked up, glancing at Aurelianne, and continued:

"You have ten minutes to read through the questions."

With that said, he leaned against the podium, the magic array faintly glowing behind him as his gaze wandered around the room, stopping on each student.

No subtle movement could escape his observation.

The students immersed themselves in the test papers, brows furrowed.

Some sighed occasionally, some couldn't help but hold their heads, trying to find clues to the answers.

Creaking metal sounds came from the seats, with sighs and teeth-grinding sounds occasionally rising.

Seeing this, the professor raised his voice to remind them:

"Read the questions quietly, no talking!"

Soon, the ten minutes passed, with only a small trail of sand grains remaining at the bottom of the hourglass.

Initially, many students remained bewildered in place, like statues, their quill tips hovering over blank test papers, unsure how to begin.

However, Aurelianne was different from them. She held her hands before her chest, her fingers moving slightly.

The quill in front of her seemed to come alive, answering according to her will.

Its speed far exceeded normal human writing, almost completely synchronized with Aurelianne's thoughts.

After just a moment, she elegantly raised her arm: "I'm finished."

"Hm?"

"Ah?"

"What the hell?"