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

The place where the elves reside—the Elf Forest.

This forest does not exist in any fixed location on the continent.

Instead, it resides in a far more peculiar dimension, detached from reality.

Even in the game, entering the Elf Forest was an extremely complex task.

Only elves could traverse freely between the Elf Forest and the real world.

For elves are beings of freedom. As long as they "wish," they can create a passage connecting the Elf Forest and the real world.

Thus—

"If you want to enter the Elf Forest, it's simple. All you need to do is communicate with the Natural Spirits."

Cocotte Yade sat atop a cloud, patting the fluffy surface beneath her as she spoke leisurely, "But almost no human can achieve that."

Communicating with the Natural Spirits was an ability exclusive to elves.

To the elves, the Natural Spirits were akin to a benevolent and powerful mother.

Should an elf face a crisis or suffer harm or coercion, the Natural Spirits would intervene to punish those who hurt or attempted to hurt the elves.

Other than that, the Natural Spirits refused to interact with any race other than elves.

Victor Kravina sat with his hands in his pockets, one leg crossed over the other, quietly listening to Cocotte's words.

Cocotte wasn't saying all this for any particular reason.

She simply wanted to dissuade him from entertaining the idea of entering the Elf Forest.

Of course, Victor himself understood that the Elf Forest was not a place one could enter at will.

At this stage, he had no means of entering it on his own.

The entire Elf Forest consisted of seven fragmented continents. At its very center stood the Yade Divine Tree.

The Mother Tree that nurtured the elves, tirelessly providing them with energy.

The other continents were divided into six domains, each corresponding to a different natural element.

Reaching the Yade Divine Tree at the heart of the Elf Forest was an almost impossible feat.

The six elemental domains alone were enough to keep all intruders at bay.

If the Elf Forest were so easily accessible, the Reiser family wouldn't have managed to collect only a few hundred elves for their service over so many years.

After all, the vast Elf Forest was home to millions of elves.

"You dislike the Yade Divine Tree, don't you?" Victor said calmly.

Cocotte looked at Victor with a serene expression but sighed helplessly. "I don't dislike the Yade Divine Tree."

The Yade Divine Tree was the birthplace of all elves, akin to their mother.

But in Cocotte's eyes, there was a trace of melancholy.

"I just don't like the way the Yade Divine Tree operates."

From the moment an elf was born, the Divine Tree would assign them a surname and a specific mission.

However, the Divine Tree's method of forcibly imposing a singular mission and surname upon the elves, without considering their willingness, was crude and oppressive.

Cocotte found this deeply objectionable.

For it violated the very essence of what elves stood for—

Freedom.

Thus, she sought to abandon everything, to distance herself from the title of "Elf Queen."

To escape the Elf Forest, simply to live freely.

Even if it was just to sleep freely.@@novelbin@@

Victor's eyebrows gradually lifted as he said indifferently, "Are there elves born without a surname from the Yade Divine Tree?"

Cocotte froze for a moment, then raised her head. "That... Before I left, I had never seen an elf without a surname."

"If such an elf exists, it could only be due to an error by the Yade Divine Tree."

But the Divine Tree does not make mistakes.

Cocotte was puzzled, even doubtful.

How could an elf without a surname exist?

Victor stood up, hands still in his pockets, and walked to Cocotte's side.

A broad hand rested on her shoulder.

Her delicate body trembled slightly as she stared blankly at Victor.

Victor exuded an aura of strength and confidence, leaving Cocotte momentarily dazed.

His sharp eyes locked onto hers.

"I have always believed that the Divine Tree is merely an external object."

"Even without the Divine Tree, you are still the Queen among elves."

The strongest elf, Cocotte.

No one doubted Cocotte's strength, even if she had grown so lazy that she barely moved.

But there was no denying that she was the most powerful elf in the history of the elven race.

Cocotte stared blankly at Victor.

Before she could grasp what he meant, he suddenly said:

"Come, I'll take you to see an elf."

"Once you see her, you'll understand what I mean."

...

Bryston and the Interaction Between Lia and Henie

Bryston.

The second most prosperous city in the entire empire.

Shops lined both sides of the streets in an orderly fashion, nearly squeezing out all the surrounding buildings.

Carriages moved slowly along the roads, their wheels rolling over the smooth cobblestones with a crisp sound. People bustled shoulder to shoulder, their faces brimming with joy.

Every now and then, someone would squeeze out of the crowd and enter one of the shops.

Henie followed closely behind Lia Kravina, while Leon walked on Lia's other side, her hood pulled low to conceal her face as they navigated through the throng.

Leon always stayed close to Lia, fulfilling her duty as a guard.

Henie's eyes widened with wonder upon her first visit to Bryston.

While it was as bustling as the capital, it felt refreshingly new to Henie.

Though she had lived in the capital for a long time, she had never strolled around so freely.

Bryston was different from the capital.

The capital was teeming with nobles coming and going daily, their presence a constant on the streets.

Bryston, however, was somewhat less ostentatious. Here, one rarely saw prominent figures.

The wealthy merchants and gentry who resided in Bryston often traveled for trade and rarely stayed in the city.

And it was even rarer to see nobles with titles here.

For this was Kravina territory.

Even among the upper echelons, no one held more sway here than Lia and Victor.

Lia looked at Henie and smiled. "How do you feel? Do you feel like settling down in Bryston?"

Compared to the fast-paced life of the capital, the people of Bryston lived slow and relaxed lives.

Henie nodded, then shook her head.

"This place is wonderful, I like it very much, but..."

Although this was Professor Victor's hometown, he himself rarely stayed in Bryston for long.

Henie knew that Professor Victor was like a spinning top, always busy and never stopping.

So...

"I don't think I'm suited to live here."

She preferred to follow Professor Victor rather than settle in one place and live an ordinary life.

Had she not met Victor, Henie might have found Bryston quite appealing.

"Is that so?"

Lia nodded knowingly.

At that moment, the crystal ball at her waist grew warm.

Lia seemed to understand something and turned to Leon, saying:

"Leon, you should head back."

Leon frowned slightly, her tone laced with concern. "Miss Lia, what about you—"

"There’s someone you need to meet back at the house."

"And also—" Lia pulled Henie closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders with a smile.

"Don’t worry, I still have a genuine mage with me."

Actually, there’s also Mr. Crocodile, Henie thought shyly to herself, lowering her head without saying a word.

...

### Victor and Leon's Meeting

Swish! Swish! Swish!

A figure darted swiftly through the city skyline.

The wind roared in Leon's ears as she sped across the rooftops of Bryston.

Dusk was falling, and by the time Leon reached the old Kravina estate, the moon was already high in the night sky, casting its pale glow over the land.

She had raced from the bustling streets of Bryston to the gates of the Kravina estate at full speed, only to stop without breaking a sweat.

The guards at the gate saluted her respectfully upon her arrival. "Lady Leon, the master is waiting for you in the backyard."

The master? Victor!?

Leon was genuinely taken aback.

She had never had any direct interaction with Victor before, nor had she ever revealed her identity as an elf to him.

Though she suspected Victor had long known the truth.

She recalled the last time Victor had spoken her name aloud in her presence, leaving her feeling a mix of tension and unease.

Now, with a heart full of apprehension, Leon made her way to the backyard of the Kravina estate.

The backyard was vast, stretching so far it seemed to merge with the horizon—a field so expansive it resembled a sprawling meadow.

Victor stood in the middle of the field, hands in his pockets.

The night wind was restless, tugging at Victor's coat, the black fabric dancing under the moonlight.

Sensing her arrival, Victor turned his head to look at Leon.

A raven perched on his shoulder, its single eye gleaming with an eerie light.

"You’re here," Victor's cold voice rang out.

Leon, unsure of how to interact with Victor one-on-one, fidgeted slightly, her hands awkwardly at her sides.

Finally, as if surrendering to the situation, she clasped her hands together and bowed deeply. "Master."

"What are your orders?"

Victor stood on the vast field, his gaze lowered. He reached out a hand and gently stroked the raven's small, black head.

"An elf once told me that all natural elves are given surnames."

"But her words have left me with questions."

His deep eyes locked onto Leon as his calm voice echoed in the night.

"Tell me, Leon."

"What is your surname?"

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