The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick Chapter 442: Guess Who Could Beat Me?

Feeling herself back in the room, Kevla was drenched in sweat. [[0]](#__0)

Warmth filled her body again as fatigue made her lean backward, plopping down onto the floor.

She breathed heavily, wiping away the sweat stuck to her forehead with damp fingertips.

With one hand supporting herself against the ground, she leaned against the edge of the sofa.

She panted, tilting her head up to look at the bright silver magic lamp, raising her hand to shield her eyes.

Having just returned to the mansion, her eyes hadn't yet adjusted from the darkness.

"I can't go on, it's too strong," she gasped.

"This armor is so damn unfair." [[1]](#__1)

Kevla said while turning her head to look at Gwen.

Compared to her, Gwen was in a much better state.

Gwen removed the silver helt and quietly placed it on the table.

Looking down at the armor on her body, a gleam of satisfaction flowed through her eyes.

Although she was sweating too, it wasn't to the point of collapsing on the ground like Kevla.

Kevla also looked at the Snow Mastiff armor and pouted.

This armor was truly remarkable. [[2]](#__2)

Having sparred with Gwen for a long ti in the snow and wind, she could clearly feel one thing.

There were no weaknesses.

Gwen, fully encased in the armor, was like an exquisite fighting machine.

Despite being in an extre environnt like a snowy storm, Gwen seed completely unaffected by it,

Even appearing sowhat in her elent.

Whether it was speed or strength, compared to before, everything had improved by more than one or two levels.

But these weren't what gave Kevla the biggest headache.

What troubled her most was the ability to conjure countless types of weapons. [[3]](#__3)

Fighting with Gwen, she had to constantly guard against the array of weapons that appeared around her.

One mont she was using a longsword, but the next second after Kevla dodged past the blade,

The other hand hidden in the snow and wind would suddenly fling out a chain hamr full of sharp silver spikes.

Such attacks reminded Kevla of her father, Angus.

Although Gwen's martial skills certainly couldn't match Angus's strength, who had mastered various weapons,

As a knight, she was equally adept at using other weapons.

Is this really an effect that a suit of armor can bring?

At this mont, a cold voice sounded beside the two:

"The blessing of the ice elent makes this armor stronger when in snowy terrain."

Viktor's sudden appearance startled Kevla.

Gwen's gaze also turned toward him.

Kevla looked up, puzzled, and asked Viktor:

"Ah, Viktor."

"Where did you go just now?"

Viktor walked to Gwen's side while responding to Kevla:

"To handle so matters."

After responding, he gently placed his hand on Gwen's shoulder armor.

Then, his fingers lightly traced over it.

A stream of azure magic flowed from his fingertips, entwining around Gwen's armor.

The silver armor imdiately began to separate from Gwen's body, disassembling, then gradually disappearing in the air. [[0]](#__0)

Feeling her body suddenly lighten, Gwen beca sowhat unsteady, involuntarily leaning backward.

Fortunately, Viktor had anticipated this and promptly extended his arm, steadily embracing Gwen, preventing her from falling.

Watching their movents, Kevla, sitting on the ground, rolled her eyes.

These two are at it again.

Kevla watched them, silently complaining.

Yes, yes, we know you two are madly in love, okay?

Can't you be a bit more low-key? [[1]](#__1)

However, Kevla's inner voice was destined not to be heard by the two.

Not only did Viktor not restrain himself, but he also very casually placed his large palm on Gwen's thin undershirt.

Feeling the warmth and dampness transmitted through his fingers, he realized that Gwen was also soaked with sweat.

So Viktor gently pinched his fingers, and a white magic rose from his fingertips.

A warm sensation gently wrapped around Gwen's entire body.

The next mont, the sweat on Gwen's body dissipated along with the white magic, making her dry and fresh.

Afterward, Viktor waved his hand in the air.

A soft garnt floated down from the air, lightly covering Gwen. [[2]](#__2)

Watching this scene, Kevla's eyes involuntarily revealed a hint of envy.

She was drenched in sweat, casting an expectant look toward Viktor.

Blinking her eyes, with a hint of coquettishness, she said:

"Viktor, Viktor."

"Look at your sister here, don't I also need a..." [[3]](#__3)

However, Viktor ignored Kevla's coquettish plea and continued to speak to Gwen:

"You are now the master of the armor. As long as your will reaches, this armor will attach to your body..."

Seeing this, Kevla stopped talking, sensibly closed her mouth, and watched the couple with interest.

She knew that now was not the ti to disturb this engaged couple.

Viktor was teaching Gwen how to use the armor.

The room was filled with a serene atmosphere, with only the slight crackling of the fireplace and Viktor's deep instructional voice echoing.

Viktor explained ticulously and patiently, while Gwen listened attentively, occasionally nodding obediently to indicate understanding.

Soon, Viktor's voice stopped.

And at this ti, Kevla finally found an opportunity and quickly asked Viktor:

"Why do you know so much about this?"

She was very curious.

Just like earlier in that domain.

Viktor had only used one sentence to point out the special nature of that snowy place.

But logically, Viktor shouldn't have used this armor before. [[0]](#__0)

Hearing Kevla's curious inquiry, Viktor slowly raised his head, his gaze lightly glancing over.

Although his gaze was calm, Kevla always felt sothing strange.

Viktor's gaze was like looking at a fool.

At this mont, Viktor's voice also sounded faintly:

"Because my family has one too."

"Uh... sorry." [[1]](#__1)

Similarly, General Tisnato, who had participated in countless imperial wars, was no weaker than her father Angus.

At that ti, Emperor Aubrey even wanted to personally bestow the title of general on Tisnato.

After all, in nurous battles large and small, Tisnato had been valiant and skillful.

Although in the end, Tisnato declined this honor and only asked for a territory.

Even so, the head of the Tisnato family would still receive respect from countless people.

Others, upon eting him, would respectfully address him as General.

Unfortunately, the hero died early.

Thinking about it now, the Kravina family also had a set of armor passed down from father.

It seed there really wasn't any issue. [[2]](#__2)

While Kevla was lost in thought, Viktor also couldn't help but fall into so contemplation.

Talk is one thing, but in reality, he didn't really know what effect that Hellfire armor had.

After all, in the ga, it was just a boss; after defeating it, it disappeared.

However, if that armor had limitations like the Snow Mastiff armor...

The profession issue was easy to solve; Viktor could train a second profession with just a bit of experintation.

But since using a mage was so convenient, Viktor hadn't considered other professions.

Most importantly was the bloodline issue.

After all, various clues indicated that he probably wasn't born into the Kravina family. [[3]](#__3)

But thinking so much now was useless; only by trying it himself would he know the outco.

And now, after instructing everything, Viktor spoke to the two:

"Then I'll leave first."

"Lia is waiting for at ho."

Kevla, looking up, casually waved her hand:

"Go ahead, go ahead."

"Don't keep her waiting too long."

Viktor nodded, one hand waving in the air, and in the calm space, a ripple of azure magic appeared.

The magic was like an agile fish, drawing an elegant arc from top to bottom in the air.

Under the effect of that magic, an azure magic portal appeared out of thin air.

The center of the portal was like a rippling water mbrane, creating layer upon layer of ripples. [[0]](#__0)

Just as Viktor was about to step into the portal, he seed to suddenly rember sothing and turned to Kevla:

"Rember to chat more with Gwen."

Kevla, unconvinced in her heart, responded:

"I know, I know."

In reality?

She had tried before; since Gwen had changed, she had been trying to talk to Gwen every day.

But now, Gwen hardly ever responded to her. [[1]](#__1)

After instructing all this, Viktor stepped into the portal.

The magic dissipated, and Viktor's figure disappeared with it.

Kevla watched Viktor disappear, slowly stood up from the ground, and stretched a long, lazy stretch.

Her body felt sticky; she needed a bath.

After all, others had mage husbands who could spare them from bathing with just a spell, but she didn't.

She had to bathe herself.

Sigh.

Just as she was about to leave, Gwen unexpectedly took the initiative to speak:

"Where are you going?"

Kevla casually replied:

"To take a bath."

Wait a minute?

Did Gwen just initiate a conversation? [[2]](#__2)

Suddenly realizing, Kevla was slightly stunned.

She widened her eyes, turned her head back, and looked at Gwen sowhat surprised.

And Gwen, wearing the garnt, spoke to Kevla again:

"I want to go with you."

Kevla blinked, feeling a bit confused.

As if she hadn't anticipated at all that Gwen would actively speak to her.

And Gwen's words weren't finished.

"There's one more thing..."

"I want to resu my position as Knight Captain." [[3]](#__3)

Looking at Gwen, Kevla's voice trembled a bit:

"Gwen, are you... are you asking for my opinion?"

Gwen nodded.

Kevla took a few steps back, leaned against the sofa armrest, and stared blankly at the carpet.

After a good while, she took a deep breath, and her gaze gradually softened.

Honestly, seeing Gwen maintain that cold deanor for so long, Kevla had already given up hope.

She never imagined.

That there would co a day when Gwen would actively talk to her again.

Even start to seek her opinion.

It was as if the Gwen of old had returned. [[0]](#__0)

Her lips quivered slightly, and her eyes trembled with joy.

After a long while, Kevla took a deep breath, calming her excited and joyful heart.

"Alright."

"I'll help you process it tomorrow."

Because this was a request from family.

Kevla would certainly do it for her. [[1]](#__1)

......

Viktor stood outside the Delin mansion, looking up at the dancing snow in the sky.

Feeling the white mist rising from his mouth in the cold wind, then quickly dissipating.

The cold wind gently brushed across his face, and Vega on his shoulder also shook its body, sowhat lazily stretching its voice to say:

"So this is the choice you've made."

"Sotis I wonder if family has so special aning to you." [[2]](#__2)

Vega yawned on the side:

"Otherwise, why would you abandon all progress when everything was going smoothly?"

Viktor, hands in his pockets, walked while responding to Vega.

"I was never afraid of that goddess."

Otherwise, he had countless thods, and could even have eliminated Gwen in advance to avoid these subsequent problems.

But...

Viktor stopped, turned back to look at the Delin mansion emitting warm orange-red light.

If Gwen's heart of justice would inevitably cause the goddess to descend...

"A Valkyrie with emotions sounds quite challenging." [[3]](#__3)

The crow lowered its body, raised that mysterious and pitch-black single eye, and glanced at Viktor uncomprehendingly:

"I don't quite understand where all this inexplicable confidence of yours cos from."

"Confidence?"

Viktor's lips curved slightly upward, and in the night of intertwining snow and wind, his smile appeared particularly ardent.

In his obsidian-like pupils flickered a deep light that seed to despise everything, as if even the surrounding cold wind beca insignificant in his reckless laughter:

"Because I no longer have any opponents." [[0]](#__0) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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