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

The elves gazed skyward.

Viktor stood atop Guledon's massive frame, bathed in golden sunlight.

Even Vinia stared at Viktor in amazement, the giant crimson figure reflected in her eyes.

"A... human?"

No, Viktor didn't feel human to her at all.

Vinia studied Viktor intently, seemingly able to sense an extremely scorching temperature emanating from his aura.

This human before her possessed natural energy even purer than that of a Calamity.

Indeed, the purest natural energy.

Natural energy itself had different levels of purity.

In this world, there existed six natural elements.

From any element, natural energy could be extracted.

The Calamities originated from nature - they were the purest physical manifestations of the six elements in this world.

Correspondingly, the energy contained within them had reached an absolute singular purity.

For example, the Fire Calamity Guledon possessed only the 'fire' element, with no possibility of mixing with other attributes.

The same applied to other Calamities.

The reason they were called Calamities was precisely because of this absolute pure energy manifestation.

It could no longer be used as normal energy.

This terrifyingly pure power would trigger uncontrollable natural disasters wherever it appeared in the world.

Everywhere it went, living beings perished, and all things wailed in agony.

No creature could survive under the absolute purity of a single type of energy.

At this moment, the current Elven Forest perfectly embodied the word "Calamity" in its fullest sense.

Vinia looked toward Guledon's rear at the exploding and burning Yade Divine Tree, which continuously released terrifying heat waves.

The surrounding hundreds of miles were completely covered in fierce flames and merciless lava, occasionally bursting up from the ground.

The sky seemed to be ignited by this terrible heat wave and flames, with endless crimson suspended above the entire Elven Forest.

Looking at this horrifying scene before her, Vinia finally understood.

Why only they could be called "Calamities."

"Kravina..."

Vinia murmured.

She remembered Cocotte mentioning this surname.

Now, the bearer of this name had appeared before all the elves in an absolutely shocking manner.

He stood high atop the Calamity's head, his body entwined with red patterns, his feet covered in flowing magma, with flames constantly burning from the hem of his clothes.

Like a Lord of Calamity.

Vinia turned to look at her elven kin.

They too looked up at the enormous Guledon, feeling the scorching temperature stinging their cheeks, their eyes completely hollow.

Their voices became weak as if scattered by the high temperature:

"The Divine Tree... destroyed?"

"The Yade Divine Tree... it's dead?"

All the elves trembled, their lips quivering, completely disbelieving.

They couldn't accept it.

In their hearts, the Yade Divine Tree was like their mother.

In the elves' eyes, they didn't care whether they were being exploited by the Divine Tree or not.

They had long grown accustomed to having the Divine Tree's presence.

No matter what, at least the Divine Tree had indeed given them lasting peace of mind.

Even though the Divine Tree hadn't actually done anything.

And finally, the Divine Tree died.

It died in the midst of an even purer form of nature.

Just as Vinia had said.

They were ignorant masses.

And the ignorant masses only lived in their own world.

The Divine Tree continued to crackle and burn under the intense fire, its wooden surface completely collapsed, its fragile core long since torn apart by the flames that raged like a savage beast.

Large patches of ash fell toward the ground, while branches and leaves transformed into crimson starlight were completely cast into the red stars above.

Withered ashes scattered in the air, mercilessly reopening those wounds in the elves' hearts once again.

The elves fell into prolonged grief, their hands tightly clasped together, brows furrowed in agony, their minds bound as if by a noose that completely restricted their rationality.

Intense mental anguish spread throughout their bodies, sorrowful cries gradually spreading through the crowd.

The low moans of sadness transformed into rivers of blue crystal tears, flowing silently amidst the flames.

A fine rain fell, seemingly representing the elves' sorrow, violently striking the dancing flames.

Hazy and deep steam immediately burst forth, completely obscuring the treetops.

Vinia also lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Cocotte:

"Please forgive their ignorance, Your Majesty."

They were ignorant masses, but their feelings were genuine.

Cocotte also watched these elves, heterochromatic light flowing slowly in her eyes.

"Viktor..."

Perhaps we could use a gentler way to help these elves accept reality.

Viktor stood with his hands in his pockets, walking down from atop Guledon's head.

Two streams of magma beneath his feet seemed to form steps, hovering in the air.

Until his feet touched the ground, they transformed into flames and gradually dispersed.

Viktor calmly looked at the crying elves:

"This wasn't actually the outcome I had in mind."

"But if I had to do it again, I would make the same decision."

The Divine Tree had been completely burned by the flames, its massive body entirely shattered.

Only a huge, emerald heart spiraled up into the sky.

At the sight of the heart, the elves even forgot to cry.

Their gazes followed the heart up to the sky.

Viktor looked at the glowing green heart and said quietly:

"You know what, Cocotte?"

Cocotte turned her head in confusion.

"Even without me, you could have accomplished all this."

"Eh?"

In the game's future storyline, Cocotte had returned to the Elven Forest.

The first thing she did was liberate the elves' imprisoned minds.

Rescuing them from the Yade Divine Tree's control.

Yes, this was a rescue.

The Yade Divine Tree was never anything sacred.

Ridiculously, the elves believed they were born from the Divine Tree.

However, in reality, the Divine Tree was merely a tool for reproduction.

What truly gave birth to them was natural energy.

This was why after the Elven Queen left the Divine Tree, it could no longer create elves.

Because the Divine Tree couldn't produce natural energy on its own to create elves.

However, this mere tool, through its long contact with natural energy, gradually developed its own consciousness.

It wanted to usurp nature's beloved children.

Thus, it had controlled the elven race, nature's favored children, for thousands of years.

In the future, Cocotte would understand this and issue a quest that only players could accept.

Players who completed it would receive the achievement [Liberator of the Elves].

So Viktor had merely accelerated this process.

And because he knew what would happen after the Divine Tree's death, he was unrestrained in destroying it.

"Get ready to experience nature's gift."

"Feel the culmination of thousands of years of elven accumulation."

As his words fell, that heart floating in the sky, as if receiving some command, burst forth with several fissures.

White light spread forth from within.

The heart struggled in the air, beat a few final times, and completely shattered.

Instantly, infinite natural energy accompanied by bright and terrifying white light broke through the clouds, penetrated the crimson sky, completely rejecting the flames and high temperature.

The white light penetrated deeper than the sky, completely piercing through the heavy clouds creating a huge hole, allowing daylight to pour straight down.

The sun, which had been covered by the red wheel, gradually revealed its original golden appearance.

The drizzling rain, penetrated by white light, began to grow more intense.

Torrential rain crashed into the loose soil.

Lightning frantically flickered in the compressed cloud layer, storms instantly mixing with the downpour.

Green shoots slowly emerged from the soil that had been rewetted by the heavy rain and bathed in light.

The entire earth seemed to be completely upturned, rich and black soil exposed to the air, enjoying nature's shower.

Lustrous green covered all the soil, growing rapidly.

At this moment, all the elves watching this scene completely forgot to cry.

They all raised their heads, feeling this pure and extremely concentrated natural energy pouring down generously across the entire Elven Forest.

This natural energy suddenly burst forth, transforming into streams of light, like tens of thousands of meteors, merging into each elf's body.

This natural energy was what the elves had constantly offered to the Yade Divine Tree.

But now, with the Divine Tree's demise, all this unreleased energy was returned to the elves.

They watched as the white natural energy completely merged with their bodies, a full and warm energy permeating their limbs.

Their muscles seemed to become firmer and stronger, their hearing more acute, their perception of the world seemingly becoming clearer and purer.

"This... this is?"

Cocotte was also amazed as she felt this return of natural energy, experiencing incredible shock.

A long-lost sense of comfort arose throughout her body and mind.

If it could continue a while longer...

She might...

Viktor said calmly:

"This is the energy you elves have offered to the Yade Divine Tree over thousands of years."

"Upon its death, it has returned these to you."

Similarly, it also returned to those elves who died peacefully on this ancestral land, never to see daylight again.

That energy with nowhere to go transformed into nature's tribute.

With the Divine Tree's death, all things could live.

The elves gradually forgot their sorrow, focusing on the warm power entering their bodies.

They couldn't understand.

But they witnessed it firsthand, experienced it personally.

Why did things develop in a better direction after the Divine Tree's death?

At this point, Cocotte turned back to look at Viktor:

"Viktor, there's still one problem unsolved."

That is, the Yade Divine Tree's final influence.

Why did the elves revere the Yade Divine Tree?

Naturally, it was because in their eyes, only the Divine Tree could create elves.

So for thousands of years, the elves naively believed that elven reproduction depended on the Divine Tree.

This was also why they felt such sorrow after its death.

But the elves dared not rebel, they could only maintain their sorrow.

Because, in a sense, the one who killed the Divine Tree.

Was their father figure.

Viktor showed no concern, merely saying quietly:

"Remember that well of water in your elven territory?"

"Well water?"

Cocotte pondered puzzledly for a moment, suddenly realizing what Viktor meant by that well water.

Could it be....

The Moon's Holy Spring?

Vinia, standing nearby, heard this name and became somewhat angry, saying to Viktor:

"That's not a well! It's a spring! A spring!"

Viktor paid no attention to Vinia's correction, simply saying calmly:

"Let's go."

"Take me there."

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