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

In the endless pitch-black space, it seemed as though everything around had been turned upside down.

The sky was beneath their feet, and the earth hung overhead.

The demon hunters were all wounded, their bodies covered in scars, lying haphazardly on the ground.

Severed limbs were scattered everywhere, and the bright red blood stained the darkness with color.

White bones protruded from chests, seemingly turned inside out.

They had completely lost the ability to fight.

The remaining demon hunters struggled to lift their heads with their last breath, their eyes red as they looked up in shock at the enormous demon beneath the sky.

It exuded a filthy stench of blood and rust, with red blood slowly dripping from its claws.

Its body seemed to be clad in a layer of crystalline red armor, glowing in the darkness.

Red iron flakes danced madly in the surrounding darkness, swirling like a merciless meat grinder.

The demon hunters could feel it.

Yes, a demon.

The terrifying presence before them could only be a demon.

Upon seeing this crocodile-like behemoth, they felt their hearts race, blood rushing to their heads.

The bloodline of the demon hunters was fully awakened.

Their consciousness gradually blurred, and their sanity slipped away like flowing water.

But the final result was...

In the blink of an eye,

they were utterly defeated.

The colossal demon before them was not something low-level demon hunters could handle.

It was overwhelmingly powerful, to the point of despair.

Many demon hunters, after enduring that terrifying strike, had their legs broken, their spines twisted, even forced back to their senses.

But now, they wished they were still in a berserk state.

That way, perhaps they could numb themselves in the face of such a terrifying monster.

Instead of experiencing the demon's horror firsthand, trembling and despairing.

Demon hunters, afraid of demons.

What an ironic thing.

Suddenly, a sharp voice rang out from the darkness:

"Enough playing, Wrath."

"We have other matters to attend to."

The enormous demon tilted its head, hearing this, as if sighing.

The surrounding iron flakes gradually calmed down, returning to the demon's crystalline red armor.

The demon dragged its thirty-foot-tall body, turning to walk into the depths of the pitch-black space, its tail swaying.

In the disbelieving eyes of the demon hunters, the demon gradually faded away.

They could not imagine.

After facing such a terrifying demon, they could still be alive.

But even having survived, it left a mark of shame on their demon hunting careers.

Facing an unbeatable demon, they felt fear.

Not only did they fail to harm the demon, but they were also severely injured themselves.

Finally.

The moment the demon disappeared, the surrounding space began to distort.

The inverted sky and earth started spinning rapidly with the contracting darkness, and the soft walls regained their contours, becoming solid again.

When all the demon hunters came to their senses, they found themselves in the courtyard of the Kravina estate.

They looked at each other, incredulous.

Instinctively reaching out to touch their bodies, they realized that the injuries sustained in the darkness had healed,

even severed limbs were reattached without a trace, and protruding bones were retracted.

It was as if the battle earlier was a completely false scene.

What exactly... happened?

Hadn't they just fought a demon?

The demon hunters looked up and saw the grand estate brightly lit, with even some flames flickering.@@novelbin@@

The scene before them was completely different from the gloomy house earlier.

"...An illusion."

Someone suddenly sighed, and the other demon hunters nodded in full agreement.

Apart from an illusion, they had no other explanation.

But... to silently drag them all into the same illusion.

Could any human really do that?

And that demon.

Recalling the towering red figure and the deathly crystalline red armor, they couldn't help but shudder.

Was everything that happened just now real or fake...

Just as the demon hunters were regaining their senses, they suddenly felt the sky being shrouded in shadow.

Looking up, a cloud of white shadow slowly drifted down.

"Hey, small fry, trespassing is not a good behavior."

The voice echoed, and the demon hunters instantly became alert, drawing their silver-white short blades from their waists.

But before they could react further, they were completely stunned.

The soil began to roll and tremble.

The next second, the ground beneath them broke open.

A gigantic flower bud suddenly opened its mouth from the trembling ground, stretching its body toward the sky,

placing the demon hunters right in the center of the flower.

And they finally saw the source of the voice sitting on the cloud.

It was an... elf.

From her body, a vast ocean of magic power poured out, cascading down from the entire sky.

As if in the next second, it could completely engulf them.

And a mage with such magic power could only be—

'A Councilor'

Cocotte sat on the cloud, arms crossed, looking up at the demon hunters.

"I'm not in a good mood right now because someone wants me to compensate for the damage to her house."

"I don't have money, so..."

She beckoned with her finger, and the giant petals began to close toward the center.

The demon hunters knew very well that if this continued, they would surely be swallowed whole by the flower.

But Cocotte chuckled lightly, intimidating them completely.

"I'll use you to pay the debt."

...

Inside the palace, it was pitch black, with only a few flickering candles.

The demon hunter hid in the darkness, quietly avoiding the guards' sight, then swiftly traversed through the shadows when they weren't looking.

She entered the palace, walking casually, as if she were at home.

Just as the woman thought, at night, there were very few guards in the palace.

She knew it.

Because she understood Aubrey better than anyone.

The arrogant Aubrey didn't need the protection of any guards, so there were rarely any soldiers on alert in the palace at night.

But suddenly, as if sensing some magical fluctuation, she quickly turned her head.

Gazing intently at the corner of the wall, she softly said:

"You're quite bold to hide in the palace."

"Aren't you afraid the Emperor will find you?"

The darkness began to ripple, like stagnant water stirred by ripples.

A man's figure gradually emerged, his coat gently swaying.

"Sharp observation, as expected of one of the strongest seven cadres of the demon hunters."

Standing there was Viktor, who gracefully bowed to the demon hunter.

"I am Viktor Kravina."

The demon hunter cadre turned around, her gaze fixed on him, and slowly said:

"I recognize you, Viktor."

"The current Councilor of the Mage Council, much more renowned than your title as an imperial baron."

Viktor straightened up, his expression calm, hands in pockets, and said indifferently:

"Then I won't hold you accountable for sending people to search my house."

"I have only one question to ask."

The demon hunter listened to Viktor's words, her expression growing more serious.

"Ask away."

In the darkness, Viktor's eyes seemed to glisten, looking at her intently:

"I want to know..."

"Will the descendants of demon hunters automatically become demon hunters?"

"......"

The demon hunter respected Viktor's strength and status, treating him as an equal.

So she could answer some of Viktor's questions.

But she never expected Viktor to ask such a thing.

Though slightly speechless, she still answered.

"No."

"Demon hunters can only be made through acquired inheritance; no one is born a demon hunter."

Viktor seemed relieved, suddenly showing a serene smile.

"I see..."

"Thank you for enlightening me, Your Majesty the Queen."

The demon hunter was suddenly taken aback, her pupils widening beneath her mask.

"You..."

"Wondering how I knew?"

As the words fell, Viktor raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

With the sound, the palace walls, those dark lanterns, lit up one by one as if ignited by flames.

The demon hunter cadre couldn't help but raise her hand to shield her eyes from the light.

A head of silver-white hair shimmered like a galaxy in the night.

In the somewhat dazzling light, she saw Viktor facing the corridor of the palace, bowing slightly.

As if realizing something, she suddenly froze.

Suddenly, a terrifying aura began to descend.

Like a low beast slowly emerging from its lair.

The surrounding air seemed to grow more oppressive, making her chest feel constricted.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

One step, two steps, three steps... gradually approaching.

As if locked onto by someone, her muscles were completely stiff, unable to move.

Even though her mind was clear, knowing she shouldn't linger, she inexplicably couldn't move.

Finally, Aubrey slowly emerged, standing on the steps.

His cloudy eyes trembled slightly as he looked at the woman before him.

With a deep and immensely authoritative voice, he thundered:

"Claudia, you always say you understand me better than anyone."

"Have you ever considered how much I know about you?"