Young Master's PoV: Woke Up As A Villain In A Game One Day

Massacre during the Class Excursion.

It was a fixed event in the game — meaning no matter which plotline I chose, no matter what decisions I made to change the story…It still always ended up happening.

Sometimes, the protagonist was too late to stop it.

Other times, he was simply too powerless to do anything.

Each time, the result was the same.

Destruction.

Complete apocalyptic destruction.

Sure, there were different ways it could play out — but the triggers leading up to the event were almost always the same.

It would usually start with Samael discovering the Summoning Card of the Seventh Demon Prince.

The whisperer of temptations.

The dealer of desires.

Asmodeus.

With the Demon Prince's guidance, Samael forged a unique set of self-destructive Spell Cards.

Then, he used Asmodeus' voice to mind-control several Cadets.

Finally, during the class excursion to the Night Sanctuary, he ordered his puppets to activate the Spell Cards he'd given them.

And the moment they did, their bodies burst into hellish flames.

Even as their flesh turned to ash, the fire kept burning.

Because the flames were being fueled by their very souls.

As it turned out, a human soul contained just enough life force to become a miniature sun when set ablaze.

And that much pure light — that much raw solar energy — was exactly what it took to stir awake the Elder and Unholy beasts buried beneath the Night Sanctuary.

For the first time in decades, nine Solbraiths rose from their slumber.

They erupted from the ground like dark phoenixes of a forgotten sun and soared into the sky above what used to be their dominion.

They attacked Selene's Sanctuary in a blaze of wrath.

Selene somehow held them at bay long enough to teleport everyone to the Golden Sanctuary — my father's territory.

But not before hundreds of Cadets were incinerated by those Solbraiths… and reborn as one of their spawns.

It was a dark and gruesome event.

And in the game… it was unavoidable.

But—But this wasn't the game!

This was reality!

And I made sure it wouldn't happen!

I— I did!

I confirmed that no one acquired the Summoning Card of Asmodeus.

It was still in the Archives — right where it was supposed to be.

No one took it!

I made sure of it!

Without Asmodeus' ancient knowledge, those Spell Cards shouldn't exist either.

And without his corruption, the Cadets shouldn't have been mind-controlled.

No one should've burned.

Nothing should've awoken.

There should've been no Massacre during the Class Excursion!

So then…What the hell was going on?!

My heart started pounding in my chest like a funeral drum — so violently that my ribs began to ache.

A sharp ringing sound filled my ears.

Cold sweat drenched my spine.

My breath came in ragged gasps through a trembling jaw.

And though I had no way of knowing what was wrong yet, I could feel it.

I could feel it from the way my lips had gone numb, from the twitch under my left eye, from how my fingers curled into my palm without me realizing it…Something inside me had already recognized danger long before my mind could catch up.

I guess that's what they call a premonition.

Yes.

I was experiencing a premonition — one of those sudden ominous feelings that twist your gut before you even know why.

"W-What did you say?

" I managed in an unsteady voice that was barely above a whisper.

Ivan seemed worried.

"I-Is something wrong, Samael?

You don't look good—""What.

Did.

You.

Say?!

" I snapped, a bit louder this time.

Ivan flinched.

"I— I said I saw him walking toward the western edge after the test ended.

"My throat tightened.

The ringing in my ears intensified into a high-pitched screech.

The western edge, huh?

You might be wondering why I was panicking so much.

Well, the thing is — this ruined site was located at the westernmost part of the Night Sanctuary.

So if Jake was really headed west, then he was moving straight toward the Sanctuary's border.

"Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

" I shouted, losing all pretence of composure.

"How the fuck did this happen?!

"I know — it probably looked like I was overreacting.

And I have no excuse.

I was, in fact, overreacting.

But believe me.

If you were in my position…If you knew what I knew…?

You'd already be crying and screaming and begging your dead ancestors in the heavens for mercy.

Because in that moment — the second Ivan said where Jake was going — everything clicked in my mind like pieces of a puzzle.

It all made sense now.

Jake's mysterious transformation all of a sudden.

How delusional he was acting when he challenged me to a Rite of Valor, calling himself the Chosen One.

And now, as Ivan described, how he mind-controlled Cadets and knocked them out of commission just by saying something to them.

There was no doubt left in my mind.

Jake Mel Flazer…That fucking pig!

Somehow — some-fucking-how — he'd taken possession of Asmodeus' Summoning Card.

And now…He was at the western edge of the Night Sanctuary.

To trigger the one event I desperately wanted to avoid.

…He was going to start the massacre.

—BOOOOM!!

In hindsight, the timing was nothing short of impeccable.

Because just as those words crossed my mind — just as that thought finished shaping itself in my head — the sky itself lightened up.

A thunderous blast shattered the silence like the wrath of a vengeful god.

Columns of fire erupted in the far distance, mushrooming upward in a slow and dreadful bloom.

Explosions…Multiple explosions had suddenly gone off there.

At least seven — no, nine — bursts of immolating flame blew up one after another, like a chain of small nuclear heads detonating in sequence.

From where I stood, it looked like several miniature suns were rising from the western horizon of the ruins — each one trailing a thick plume of smoke that clawed its way toward the heavens.

The ground beneath my feet trembled.

The sky, for a heartbeat, was painted in shades of crimson.

The darkness was dispelled by the blinding glow of a false morning.

And just like that, the night in the Night Sanctuary was no more.