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

A giant blue light emerged from a patch of grass, with blue patterns spreading out across the space.

A violent gust of air erupted instantly from the deep and illusory tunnel, flattening the lush green grass completely.

A group of people slowly stepped out from the massive blue gate.

The mansion appeared so serene that the birds perched quietly on the branches were startled by the magic, scattering in all directions.

Lia surveyed her surroundings, a look of contentment spreading across her face.

"We've arrived."

This was Henie's first time here. After stepping out of the portal, she looked around at the incredibly natural scenery, her eyes sparkling like little stars.

"Wow, it's huge!"

She stretched out her finger, pointing at the ancient mansion, and exclaimed in amazement.

Vanilla dragged the luggage and was the first to enter the mansion to settle the bags.

After a while, a rumbling sound, akin to small earthquakes, echoed through the ground, sending vibrations underfoot.

A deep, resonant voice came through:

"Master, Miss Lia."

"Welcome back."

A bear-man butler stood beside them all.

His towering frame was immensely robust, and his steady breathing, accompanied by the rise and fall of his chest, resonated in everyone's ears.

His gentle eyes carried a hint of sternness, and a terrifying aura gradually emanated from between his brows.

Henie and Cocotte both gaped in astonishment:

"So... so big."

But Cocotte quickly discerned the identity of this enormous figure:

"Is this a bear-man?"

A bear-man here?

The notoriously aggressive and ferocious bear-man race seemed so peaceful here.

Moreover... his every movement exuded elegance, as if he were a gentleman.

The massive bear-man looked at them warmly and bowed slightly.

Terrifying, elegant, powerful.

Could this be the family creed of the Kravina household, that even a bear-man must uphold?

Cocotte was taken aback.

At this moment, Lia pulled Henie in front of her and solemnly addressed Helnersen:

"Mr. Helnersen, please prepare a room for her."

"As for the elf, she won't need one. She'll find a garden to sleep in herself."

The bear-man nodded and bowed slightly to Henie, saying:

"This way, Miss, please follow me."

Henie was startled, looking at Helnersen with a mix of fear and awe.

After all, she had never seen such a massive person before. Helnersen, like a small giant, truly imposed an intimidating presence.

She turned around nervously, glancing at Viktor and then at Lia.

Lia nodded at her, offering a reassuring smile, and continued:

"Follow Mr. Helnersen to get your room ready. I'll take you to the city for a stroll later."

The Kravina mansion was not located inside Bryston but was built separately outside.

From the mansion to the city, it was at least about 1.24 miles away.

Henie nodded, calming herself before following Helnersen into the mansion.

After watching the two leave, Cocotte floated on her cloud to Viktor's side and whispered:

"Hey, that's a bear-man, right..."

"How did you manage this?"

As a top-tier mage, she could clearly sense the power contained within this bear-man.

Perhaps he could kill her with a single punch.

It wasn't that Cocotte thought he was stronger than her; after all, she was just a mage with a frail physique.

Viktor glanced at Cocotte and said indifferently:

"You should know, I'm not omnipotent."

Cocotte leaned back slightly, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

"What!? This has nothing to do with you?"

Seeing this, Lia began explaining beside her:

"Helnersen has been working in our family since my grandfather's generation."

"The many demi-human guards you see are all thanks to his training."

Cocotte's jaw dropped. This was truly beyond her expectations.

Moreover, the restrained energy within Helnersen's body was also beyond her comprehension.

What exactly was his profession?

"Martial Master. That's Helnersen's profession."

Viktor's voice drifted faintly into her ear.

"Martial Master?"

As a former council member of the Mage Council, Cocotte's knowledge was naturally extensive.

But now, for the first time, she felt her knowledge was insufficient.

Viktor didn't elaborate further, sticking his hands in his pockets and continuing forward.

The black crow perched on his shoulder ruffled its feathers, yawning as it stood on his shoulder.

At this moment, Viktor's voice came from the side.

"You just need to know that in the entire empire, Helnersen is the only Martial Master."

Martial Master was an extremely unique profession, distinct in both strength and the method of advancement.

It was essentially a branch of the warrior class, also not requiring mana consumption.

However, what set Martial Masters apart from traditional warriors was their need to cultivate 'natural energy.'

This energy was also known as 'Qi.'

Only when the amount of 'Qi' stored in the body reached a certain threshold could one qualify to become a Martial Master.

And that was just the basics.

Martial Masters did not advocate for killing and fighting; they needed to spend time 'nurturing Qi.'

This practice not only granted Martial Masters healthier and stronger bodies but also extended their lifespans.

Thus, the more 'Qi' a Martial Master nurtured, the stronger they became.

Conversely, Martial Masters who frequently engaged in combat would lose 'Qi,' causing their physical condition to weaken temporarily.

As a result, the strength of Martial Masters was inconsistent, and few players in the game would specialize in this class.

While Cocotte was still pondering, Lia suddenly spoke up:

"Alright, have you talked enough? If so, we should get going."

Cocotte tilted her head in confusion and asked:

"Where to?"

Lia smiled mysteriously at her and said:

"To a place where elves belong."

...

Thick smoke billowed.

The crisp sound of metal clanging and the collision of materials filled the massive workshop.

Dozens of workers bustled about, carrying various materials and metals in their arms, crafting something with precision.

When they saw Viktor and Lia standing at the workshop's entrance, all the workers stopped what they were doing and bowed respectfully to Viktor.

"Lord Count."

"Good day, Lord Count!"

"Good morning, Lord Viktor!"

These workers greeted Viktor with utmost respect, their movements perfectly synchronized.

Viktor gave a slight nod without much response, continuing to walk forward as if it were nothing.

The black crow on Viktor's shoulder cackled mockingly in his ear:

"Well, Lord Viktor."

"What an air of authority you have."

Viktor shot the talkative crow a displeased glance but did not respond.

This show of respect wasn't born out of admiration.

It was a matter of survival, to avoid being targeted.

Strictly speaking, this was one of Viktor's past mistakes.

Many places had changed their perception of Viktor due to his actions, transforming his reputation from infamously notorious to that of a widely recognized genius mage.

Except in Viktor's hometown, Bryston.

In that city, too many people had suffered because of Viktor's past deeds.

Even the stray dogs on the streets looked down on Viktor.

No matter how good Viktor's reputation was elsewhere,

In Bryston, in Viktor's home, the workers would only have one thought:

Is this really the same Viktor?

As the group ventured deeper into the factory, Cocotte curiously observed her surroundings.

Dozens of craftsmen surrounded an extremely long table, performing repetitive tasks like installing components and calibrating precision.

Soon, a pitch-black firearm was assembled and hung on a wall along with a row of finished products.

Cocotte watched from the side, her eyes wide with amazement.

What kind of strange contraption was this?

Viktor, hands still in his pockets, casually asked Lia:

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"You know, making this kind of firearm isn't difficult, but we're short on energy resources."

Lia shrugged helplessly and replied:

"We can only produce ten of these handguns per day."

Lia stepped forward, ignoring the craftsmen, and grabbed a finished product from the wall.

With her thumb, she flicked off the safety, raised her arm, squinted, and aimed at a distant target.

Then, she pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Compressed magical energy burst out with tremendous force, and a black iron projectile shot out, shattering the wooden target suspended in mid-air.

Cocotte, having never seen such a spectacle, was momentarily stunned.

She could sense that Lia possessed no magical energy, yet the weapon's casual power was comparable to a small cannonball.

This was far more convenient than a bow and arrow, she thought.

Lia returned the handgun to the wall and picked up a semi-finished product from a craftsman.

The unfinished gun was different from the finished ones, with a green eagle engraved on it.

She examined it closely before handing it to Cocotte, saying:

"Try channeling the natural energy that elves are best at."

"Huh?"

Cocotte took the gun, weighed it in her hand, and, though puzzled, followed Lia's advice.

Her palm began to glow green as natural energy started to coil around her arm.

The entire gun was gradually enveloped in light, which flowed into the pre-designed eagle engraving.

The green light slowly traced the edges and finally gathered in the eagle's sharp eyes.

It was as if the eagle had opened its eyes, its lines becoming vivid and clear.

Cocotte was still confused as Lia took the gun back from her hands, examining it up and down.

Then, she skillfully picked up six iron bullets from the table and loaded them one by one.

Aiming at the target again, she pulled the trigger.

In an instant, a green energy burst violently from the barrel, and the bullet tore through the air at terrifying speed.

In the blink of an eye, the light pierced through the wooden target, and a fierce gale erupted around it.

The power was twice as strong as before.

Cocotte: "..."

An ominous feeling suddenly rose in Cocotte's heart.

Lia put down the gun and flashed a radiant smile at Cocotte.

"As expected of the Elf Queen."

"Alright, now let me think about how to make full use of you."

Her premonition came true.

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