Chapter 89 - Intermission - Minze Dong, the Possessed Villainous Prince
Lumin Smith had always been obsessed with musou gas. Dynasty Warriors, Samurai Warriors, Sengoku Basara, and many others—he never missed a release. But beyond the screen, he was no stranger to real combat. An MMA fighter since high school, he thrived in gangs, brawls, and the nightlife.
With strong, broad‑shoulders, and big physique, he worked as a nightclub bouncer. The pay was good, the won plentiful, and people respected him. He was the center of his own universe. Until a rival gang murdered him.
His soul slipped through dinsions, like Crow’s.
When he awoke, he was no longer Lumin Smith. He was Minze Dong, prince of Invidia, aka a playable villain character, unlockable after clearing the ga once.
The transition was seamless. Minze’s arrogance mirrored Lumin’s own. No one noticed the difference. Only Lumin himself knew.
Unlike the spoiled prince of the ga, Lumin never neglected training. His MMA discipline carried over. While indulging in pleasures, he trained relentlessly, sharpening his musou cores.
By the age of nineteen, he was at the pinnacle of level 3. Though scorned by father and brothers, whispers of favor spread among ministers. Thirty percent of the court had already sided with him and his mother, who was a forr concubine and now the empress.
It was then that Zoli Diripio, the scher of Avaritia, arrived as a "friendly envoy."
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In his mansion, Minze lounged in his sofa, wine in hand. His confidence smirk plastered across his face while five half-naked female slaves tended his needs. Zoli sat on the opposite side, which had been occupied with gorgeous elf slaves in skimpy dancer clothes.
Zoli ignored the won and leaned forward, pouring wine for Minze. "Your Highness. Your reputation precedes you. A man of appetite, ambition, and... potential."
Minze chuckled, swirling his wine.
"Potential? I already have thirty percent of the court in my pocket. My father calls a disgrace, but when war cos, I’ll be the one holding the reins. Don’t flatter , old man. Speak your sche."
Zoli’s lips curled upward.
"Then, I’ll get to the point. Invidia is fractured. Your brothers cling to useless honor and your father’s pointless tradition. But you... you understand power and its dynamics. Avaritia needs allies who see beyond morality. Together, we can carve the continent."
Minze scoffed.
"And what’s in it for ? Don’t give vague promises. I want specifics. Land. Titles. Won. And recognition. I won’t be anyone’s pawn."
Zoli’s gaze hardened.
"You’ll have more lands than your brothers and father ever dread. Titles? Once your father falls, you’ll be the new emperor of the bigger empire. As for won, you know the elf kingdom to the north, the Castimonia Kingdom. Your father and brothers insist on being on their good side while the elf’s arrogance pierces the heaven. You know how gorgeous their won are, do you? As for recognition, it shall co once the arrogant elven nation fell. With military power, won, land, and riches from that place, no one can deny your achievents!"
Minze laughed and stood up. He poured the wine on Zoli’s head while cackling.
"You were blabbering like you knew everything, but everything out of your mouth is obvious. Of course, I’ll be the new emperor once my father and brother die. I’ll get every good won once I conquer the elven kingdom. The rest? Pfft. Every word of yours can only fool naive brothers of mine, not . Tell honestly, what’s in it for ? If you can’t, get lost."
Zoli chuckled, low and cold.
"I see you’re smart enough to separate yourself from bootlickers. Very well. I’ll reveal my hands. I command 300,000 soldiers and 10,000 knights from the west, including orc clans, highlanders, and Luxurians. We want Louis Zen and your father gone so we can crush Castimonia, Constantia, and nearby nations. You will keep Invidia’s land, wealth, and people. And yes, you’ll have a share of Castimonia itself."
Minze glared.
"From your words alone, I could have you beheaded. You know that, right?"
Zoli burst into laughter. A mont later, twenty dark‑skinned female assassins materialized, daggers at Minze’s throat. All were level 6.
"Of course. You could, if Louis Zen and his knights stood behind you. But you lack military authority, unlike your brothers."
Minze’s expression twisted in anger. He knew Zoli was the mastermind behind Invidia’s downfall, yet he had no way out. As a level 3 knight, he was powerless against the fat general and his brainwashed dark elves.
Zoli rose, patting Minze’s shoulder.
"Think about it. I’ll even give you these assassins. Make them your bodyguards or playthings. Your choice."
Minze’s jaw tightened.
"...Fine. But grant sothing else."
"Oh?" Zoli arched a brow. "What is it you need?"
"ntors. Masters of fire and darkness."
Zoli’s expression turned solemn. Intelligence reports had painted Minze as a spoiled man‑child, selfish and stupid. Yet here he was, negotiating like a strategist.
After a long pause, Zoli clapped his hands.
"Bravo. Very well. On top of these assassins, I’ll introduce you to two masters. She’s a seasoned level 6 fire knight and a skilled swordswoman. Despite a damaged and now useless musou core for warfare, her combat insight is still among the top elites. And a dark elf, a level 6 black knight. He’s among the weakest assassins I have, but you can have him. I don’t like male dark elves in particular. Their baby faces annoy . Oh, I hear you’ll attend the academy next year. I’ll hasten their arrival so you’re prepared.
Minze gave Zoli a aningful look. He knew this was inevitable, but his creativity and intellect weren’t enough to escape the trap. He played along.
"Alright. Don’t betray ."
Zoli’s smile was razor‑thin.
"Of course. I won’t let you down, Your Highness."
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A year later, Minze was ready. But during admission, soone who shouldn’t have existed appeared at the academy.
Aki. And Crow.
He watched. He waited. Like a stalker, he observed how events unfolded... until Crow killed Aki.
One variable down. For the other, he would act himself. Although he could have sent level 6 assassins after Crow, the deed would have angered Louis Zen, the duke who served his brothers, and his father. Thus, he recruited classmates and ministers in advance. Whatever happened in the academy would be the instructors and Louis Zen’s fault.
And then, the navigation class day arrived. It was the pri ti to take down Crow under the guise of an accidental death.
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