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

Upon hearing Viktor's words, everyone fell into a moment of fantasy.

Like students, they were immersed in this virtual world.

No one could influence them - everyone could become the protagonist in this Instance world.

They could truly communicate with the virtual humans in the Instance and experience all kinds of different lives.

For everyone present, this was simply a dream come true.

"What is freedom - that's what I'm going to tell you next."

At this moment, Viktor snapped his fingers.

The surrounding world transformed again, bringing everyone into a brand new realm.

A street materialized from the space, and a freshman walked into a shop by the street.

Judging from his family crest and attire, he was a young master from a noble family.

"That's... the young master of the Traus family."

Someone recognized the boy's identity and softly spoke up.

A parent from the Traus family watched his child's performance with delight,

But after a while, his expectations were shattered as his child completely destroyed his face.

There came a series of crashing sounds from inside the shop, followed by the arrogant young master being thrown out while shouting incoherent words.

Seeing his child being thrown out, the Traus family elder's face immediately turned red, cold sweat appearing on his forehead. He thought to himself:

'This is bad, we've spoiled this kid too much. Please don't do anything embarrassing now!'

With all the parents watching, this was essentially public execution of his dignity.

But what must come would come.

The young master struggled to get up from the ground, mumbling unclear words, his mouth full of something.

"You dare to dine and dash!"

Two beastkin staff members threw the well-dressed young master onto the street, speaking with contempt.

The young master swallowed the meat in his mouth, wiped the greasy sweat from his forehead, stood up and dusted off his clothes, then shouted at the shop while grimacing:

"So what if I dined and dashed? It's not like I won't pay!"

"I told you, when I get home, you can have however much money you want!"

He got increasingly excited as he spoke, meat particles spraying from his mouth in his agitation.

"Besides, you beastkin, what right do you have to charge me money!"

The cat-girl staff members looked at him with disdain, then turned and went back into the shop, slamming the door shut with a bang and hanging up the "Closed" sign.

The noble young master had completely lost his dignified demeanor, totally disregarding the passing pedestrians as he continued spewing toxic words at the shop.

But he didn't know his father was right beside him, face red with embarrassment.

"My apologies to everyone."

Having been shut out, the young master became even more furious and started kicking and punching the shop's door.

An elderly woman slowly approached him with a smile and said:

"Child, could you help me carry this bag of flour back home?"

"I'll give you proper compensation."

The other onlookers immediately became interested.

They had more or less figured it out.

This seemed just like the commission events that Princess Aurelianne had encountered before, guiding students to take action in this fantasy world rather than letting them wander aimlessly.

The elderly woman looked at the Traus family's young master with a kind smile, her eyes full of expectation.

"I'm too old, my back and legs aren't good, I can't handle something this heavy."

Logically speaking, for a strong young man, this kind of task would be trivial.

But given this Traus young master's previous awful attitude that they had all witnessed,

The audience was equally anticipating.

Faced with such a commission event, what choice would he make?

Sure enough, the young master didn't disappoint them.

He raised his eyebrows, looking at the old woman with disdain.

"You? You want ME to carry things for you?"

"Do you know who I am? Since when do nobles help commoners!?"

He looked down his nose at the troubled old woman, then snorted, waved his hand dismissively, and left.

Seeing this scene, all the adults burst out laughing.

The head of the Traus family's face turned even redder, wishing he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into:

"That brat needs a good lesson when we get home!"

Rachel Azure, the Academy Dean, had watched the whole process.

Her previously furrowed brows now relaxed.

She realized.

In this Instance world, she could see a person's true character when given complete freedom.

Though morality wasn't the foundation for becoming a mage,

In the Mage Council, morality was the most essential standard.

After all, a mage's power was too great - without sufficient character to ensure control over that power,

They might, like that Dark Archmage, lose their true heart and ultimately be sealed in the City of Mages - Endymion.

The true purpose of morality was to ensure that mages wouldn't lose themselves even after obtaining great power.

Viktor was an exception.

The significance of the 'Instance' was too great - its contribution would be no less than the invention of magical lighting.

With this invention of the Instance alone, it was enough for Viktor to establish a foothold in the Mage Council.

Even without looking at his strength, just this amazing invention would earn him a place in the Mage Council.

At this time, the Traus young master was still wandering aimlessly.

As if predicting it, Viktor continued:

"In this world, you are truly free to do as you please."

"You can flip up anyone's skirt as you like."

The Traus young master walked along the street, eyeing passing young ladies with a lecherous expression.

Then with a snicker, he suddenly flipped up a passing woman's skirt.

This caused a wave of shocked exclamations.

"You can even rob."

The Traus young master barged into a grocery store, grabbed all sorts of fruits and snacks into his arms, and ran away in a flash.

The elven shop owner could only watch the stranger disappear into the distance, angrily calling out in a delicate voice:

"You brat! Don't let me catch you next time!"

Viktor's voice hadn't stopped.

"You can even sit on a park bench, staring at the sky lost in daydreams."

"Yes, here the benches are meant for sitting."

The Traus family youth sat on a park bench stuffing all his stolen food into his mouth, then lay back on the bench with his legs crossed, staring blankly at the sky.

"Where exactly is this place?"

Not far away, his father watched him with a dark expression of fury.

All the predictions had come true.

At this point, Viktor lightly waved his hand, and the street gradually blurred, everything around becoming dreamlike.

Space shattered piece by piece, then floated around forming countless scenes.

In these scenes, they could see all the freshmen taking the test.

Some might be urinating in gardens, others helping catch dogs or chase chickens.

One student was stopped by a tearful woman,

This grieving woman told him her child had been taken by bad people, begging him to help rescue her child.

But this freshman just pushed up his glasses, pulled out a deck of cards from his pocket, and casually suggested to the woman:

"Want to play a round of cards?"

The woman was stunned, her tears stopping, then enthusiastically gave a thumbs up:

"Sure! I'm one of the best card players in town!"

The two sat right there on the ground and started playing face to face.

"..."

This was too free.

Everything here seemed to be divided into different separate worlds, with each person existing in this space.

It was as if everyone was isolated in their own different world.

Many parents and media reporters began envying these freshmen who could play freely in this novel Instance world.

Indeed, for these adults, this test was pure entertainment.

Real life was tiring enough - if they could have a completely free world to spend time in, that might truly be interesting.

Viktor snapped his fingers again, drawing everyone's attention:

"The freshmen's test will continue, but now, we should experience something else."

The surrounding scenes transformed again, the entire town beginning to crumble in an instant.

Then, those stone fragments mysteriously reassembled in mid-air.

A huge and terrifying arena suddenly appeared before everyone's eyes.

At some point, they had become seated in the arena's spectator stands, watching the field below.

Even they didn't know exactly when they had become spectators.

Viktor stood in the center, looking at the tattered flags flying around and the hot sand constantly swirling up, yet he seemed detached from it all.

Hands in pockets, expression calm.

Many people grew curious.

What did Viktor intend to do?

Just then, thick clouds covered the sky, lightning flashing rapidly between the layers.

A fierce whirlwind spiraled violently in the center of the arena, whipping up burning sand and bone-chilling heat.

Muffled roars transmitted to everyone's ears from above the clouds, the intense airflow and mighty presence bringing enormous pressure to everyone present.

A massive blue body pierced through the crackling lightning, the blue repeatedly illuminated between the gloomy clouds like a series of meteors streaking across the sky.

The enormous dragon horns first broke through the cloud layer, thunder and lightning constantly echoing around them and spreading into the surrounding air.

Sparks of electricity scattered everywhere, as if the entire atmosphere was resonating with it.

Now, the Storm Dragon appeared completely above the arena, stunning the entire venue.

Rachel widened her eyes in shock, looking at the enormous being overhead with utter disbelief.

Wasn't that the Storm Dragon King that died at Viktor's hands? How could it appear here?

Everyone present also stared wide-eyed at Viktor standing in the arena's center, faces full of shock.

Viktor's black coat danced wildly in the fierce wind, like a ghost gracefully dancing in the night.

Several dazzling formation arrays suddenly lit up around him, complex runes constantly flickering around the formations, intricate patterns interconnecting between them.

Without even touching it, they could feel the chilling magical power.

The formations extended outward like wind tunnels layer by layer, then were completely pierced by a beam of light linking to Viktor's body.

"Now," Viktor's voice echoed across the entire arena.

"The show begins."

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