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

Henie had caused trouble.

After returning to the mansion, Henie kept bowing and apologizing to Lia non-stop.

Lia couldn't help but hold her head in frustration.

"Henie, you really surprised me this time."

Lia truly hadn't expected this. Henie, who always seemed soft and meek like a little lamb, had managed to punch the Second Prince into the air.

According to the injury report, the Second Prince had several broken ribs and had passed out in the pool.

She looked Henie up and down, her mind drawing a blank.

Henie's physique didn't seem like it held any strength. How could she have injured the Second Prince so badly?

If it hadn't been for the natural sparrow of Dean Rachel noticing the incident in time and using magic to retrieve the unconscious Second Prince from the water...

The Second Prince might have lost his life in that deep pit.

Henie kept her head down, not daring to make a sound.

Though it was Sapphirose who had struck the blow, Henie didn't want to expose her.

After all, she knew Sapphirose had only acted to help her.

So, Henie took the blame on herself.@@novelbin@@

Closing her eyes and bowing her head, she quickly said:

"I will accept any punishment. I won't bring trouble to the Kravina family!"

"Even going to prison is fine!"

"Sigh."

Lia let out a helpless sigh, placing one hand on her hip and shaking her head.

"The issue isn't about prison."

For now, the matter had been suppressed, and not many people knew about the Second Prince's injury.

But the fact that the Second Prince was still unconscious was the real problem.

He had already been seriously injured before returning to the capital and had spent nearly half a month recovering at the Delin family's residence.

And now, shortly after his recovery, he had taken another hit from Henie.

The fact that no arrest warrant had been issued yet could be seen as the Emperor showing mercy on Viktor's behalf.

After all, no matter how incompetent the Emperor's son might be, he was still his son.

"It mainly depends on whether the Second Prince decides to make an issue of this. Also..."

"For the next few days, don't leave the house. Wait for Viktor to return before making any decisions."

With that, Lia turned and left the room, leaving Henie alone to calm down.

After stepping out, Lia's expression instantly returned to calm.

She didn't believe for a second that Henie had done it.

How fragile would the Second Prince have to be to be sent flying by a punch from someone as delicate as Henie?

It was clear someone else had injured the Second Prince, and Henie was just taking the fall for them.

But no matter what, she had to handle this matter.

After all, Henie was one of their own.

Lia pulled out the crystal at her waist and held it in front of her.

A faint glow swept across her face, and the white light deep within the crystal began to flicker.

"Hello, Gwen?"

"Here's the thing, I need you to come over... yes, to protect someone."

...

On another mountaintop, a group of men wearing various masks stood.

They were draped in identical cloaks, overlooking the capital.

It was the attire of demon hunters.

Among them, a masked woman slowly stepped forward, crossing her arms and speaking in a faint tone:

"The Karrencia Empire... It's been a long time since I've been back here."

"Lady Kevla has provided us with a lead. The Empire's Second Prince is highly likely to be colluding with demons, possibly even a [Primordial Demon]."

A nearby demon hunter relayed information to her. After listening, she nodded.

"Additionally, a noble of the Empire, Viktor Kravina, is also suspected of involvement with demons."

"But we need to consider the Mage Council, so... we'll send a team to investigate first."

Beneath her mask, her eyes burned with intense killing intent.

"Then let's begin."

"Verify, and then..."

"Exterminate it."

...

The setting sun gradually sank behind the western mountains, and the pale blue of dusk, speckled with stars, climbed into the sky.

The cloaked demon hunters moved swiftly through the capital, their agile bodies darting silently across rooftops.

Before long, they arrived at the Kravina mansion.

As the first reconnaissance team, their primary objective was to investigate whether the Kravina family harbored demons.

Another team, tasked with combat, was infiltrating the capital to locate the Second Prince.

"Any news from Lady Kevla?"

"Still nothing."

One of the demon hunters spoke as he lowered his head.

"Forget it. We'll proceed without her."

"Viktor Kravina isn't here, and the mansion's defenses are weak. We can infiltrate."

"Remember, our target is only the demons. Do not harm anyone else."

Demon hunters never attacked ordinary people.

The other hunters nodded silently.

"Understood."

They leapt into the Kravina mansion, and as soon as they approached, they felt an overwhelmingly strong demonic presence.

Their hearts pounded, and their throats tightened.

The demon hunters instantly became serious.

This filthy demonic aura was unmistakable.

"So, the Kravina family really does harbor demons."

They exchanged glances and nodded, moving forward under the cover of darkness.

They made no sound, not even the faintest rustle on the grass.

Before long, they infiltrated the mansion.

"This feels... too easy."

One of the demon hunters muttered softly.

Along the way, they hadn't encountered a single guard.

The vast mansion felt as though it had been intentionally left open for them.

The leader's expression grew grim.

Suddenly, his eyes widened.

"Damn it, retreat—"

The rest of his words caught in his throat like a stone, unable to come out.

A sharp, mocking voice echoed.

"Since you're here, don't be in such a hurry to leave."

A black shadow, like a raven's silhouette, began spreading from the floor, engulfing the demon hunters completely.

The hunters could only watch as their surroundings transformed.

The walls seemed to twist and soften, and waves of darkness began to envelop everything.

Even the moonlight had disappeared without them noticing.

Then, the mocking voice rang out again:

"Let's play a game."

"Since you're here to find demons, then..."

"Why not challenge one?"

In the boundless darkness, a colossal figure began to expand in the distance.

The sound of cawing ravens echoed once more:

"Wrath."

"Don't kill them outright."

As the words fell, a violent storm of crimson iron swirled in the darkness, dancing wildly.

A massive red crocodile, towering like a giant, extended its long tongue, saliva dripping from its sharp teeth, its blood-red eyes glaring down at the demon hunters as if they were mere insects.

A deep, resonant voice boomed:

"Embrace—destruction!"

...

Meanwhile, the combat team was darting through the capital's skyline, their shadowy figures gliding silently over rooftops and streets.

As they hurried, they exchanged information.

"Captain, we've lost contact with the team infiltrating the Kravina mansion."

"It's as if they vanished into thin air."

Demon hunters had a unique tool for communication.

It was called the [Soul of the Hunt], a small ornament crafted from black crystal, resembling an eye-shaped earring.

These earrings were paired, allowing two teams to communicate during missions.

"Captain, what should we do?"

One of the hunters wearing the earring asked the woman leading the group.

Upon hearing the news of the missing team, the entire group hesitated.

Even their footsteps noticeably slowed.

The woman in front also reduced her pace.

She was deliberating whether to turn back to assist or continue with their original mission.

The royal palace, under the cover of night, was at its most vulnerable.

At this hour, the old Emperor would already be fast asleep.

For a demon hunter with exceptional stealth abilities, infiltrating the palace would go unnoticed.

The original plan was to confirm whether the Second Prince was indeed carrying a demon within him. If so, they would awaken the demon and lure it out.

This way, even if a battle ensued, they could draw the demon away from the capital.

The demon hunters awaited their leader's command, all eyes on the masked woman at the front of the group.

She stopped atop a rooftop, standing on a chimney, narrowing her eyes as she gazed at the distant palace.

"You all return and support them."

"I'll infiltrate the palace alone."

Upon receiving the order, the hunters all nodded firmly.

None of them worried about her, as demon hunters never doubted this woman's strength.

After all, she was one of the seven strongest cadres among demon hunters.

The team exchanged glances and dispersed into the shadows.

Only the woman remained, staring in the direction of the palace.

Her solo infiltration would actually be safer.

Even if discovered, she could escape on her own.

Aside from Aubrey, the old Emperor, no one could stop her.

She took a deep breath and pulled her hood lower.

The clouds drifted away with the breeze, revealing the moonlight that spilled gently, like a broken lake, over her.

It illuminated her silver hair, shining like a tranquil river.

"I'm back."

"Aubrey."