Perfect Villain Life: Universal Job Change

Chapter 258: The Guardian God

As Vilder’s presence faded, only a hall full of terrified Void Lords and Void Marshals remained. The prince was truly going to descend upon Hydra?

Lilian and the other Void Lords exchanged glances, each seeing the shock mirrored in the others’ eyes. They had heard of the prince’s return to the First Royal Court. Though they themselves were Void Lords, their positions were not high.

Having spent most of their time leading invasions across distant worlds, they had never been permitted to enter the court and personally meet the Void Empress.

What they did know, however, was that the prince was also a Void Overlord. As the only child of the Void Empress, he was the one she cherished most. To beings like them, His Highness was an untouchable figure of supreme authority. And now he was coming here—to Hydra?

Lilian’s blood-red eyes, usually calm and terrifying, were now filled with tension and dread. If anything happened to the prince during his descent, they would all be as good as dead.

No—death would be a release. What awaited them was a torment worse than anything they had ever imagined.

In the world of Hydra, on the continent of Hope.

Hope was one of the largest continents in Hydra, a refuge for the remaining civilized races after the Old World had been overrun. Towering cities now dotted its lands—elven high courts, human metropolises, dwarven fortresses.

On the surface, life seemed peaceful, but beneath that illusion surged hidden currents of fear and desperation.

Ever since the void invasion began, every kingdom and race had rewritten its destiny. Now, every national policy revolved around a single goal: war. They needed armies—massive ones—to repel the never-ending tide of void forces. For over two centuries, the people of Hydra had lived in agony and despair.

The void armies came without end, legion after legion, with no pause, no reprieve.

Even when they managed to unite and pay a heavy price to wipe out a void army, another would soon take its place. It felt like their world had been sentenced to inevitable doom.

Their resistance had become little more than a futile final gasp before destruction. Even the leaders of the various races and nations had fallen into hopelessness. The gods they once worshipped had long since abandoned them, and no longer answered their prayers.

But ten years ago, everything changed.

A young boy named Rosha, born to a poor farming family, began his rise. Discovered to have knightly potential, he earned a place as a squire and, through tireless effort, became a noble Knight of Valor.

His journey saw him grow stronger, forming bonds with allies from across the races, forging unity where there had once been only division.

Eventually, Rosha was recognized and blessed by Hydra’s World Origin itself. With that divine empowerment, he led the people of Hydra in a dramatic reversal. They began not just surviving—but winning. Under his leadership, entire void legions were obliterated, and multiple Void Lords fell by his hand.

Today, Rosha stood as the Guardian God of Hydra—their savior. Every soul on the continent believed that he would be the one to rescue their world from annihilation.

…

In the Capet Empire, the strongest of the human nations and the backbone of Hydra’s resistance.

Rosha had been born in a mountain village within this empire. Now, he was hailed as a national hero. The emperor himself had granted him the title of duke. Princess Audrey—one of Rosha’s earliest companions—had grown up with him.

After countless trials together, the two had fallen in love, becoming the kingdom’s most admired couple. It was no exaggeration to say that if Rosha wanted the throne, the emperor would likely step aside with a smile.

Such was his prestige.

…

In the capital of Capet, soldiers had just returned from a harrowing battle. The victorious army marched down the city’s main road, rows of well-trained troops advancing in formation. Among them were not just humans, but also dwarves, elves, and other races. Citizens lined the streets, erupting into cheers and celebration.

At the head of the procession rode a young man clad in armor of holy light, astride a majestic unicorn—Rosha, the Hero of Hydra.

The crowd was ecstatic. Under Rosha’s command, they had once again achieved a resounding victory. Not only had an entire void legion been destroyed, but their commander—The Butcher, Moxi—had been slain. Moxi, a brutal Void Lord, had claimed the lives of countless Hydra warriors.

The battle had been fierce, the very earth shattered beneath their feet. But in the end, Rosha’s blade prevailed.

To the people of Hydra, his repeated triumphs against the void and his slaying of Void Lords rekindled hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could truly drive out the void.

The capital overflowed with flowers and praise. All eyes were drawn to Rosha, the young knight who had become their symbol of salvation. After the gods abandoned Hydra… after the Old Saints fled in fear… it was this mortal knight who rose to protect them.

To the people of Hydra, he was their god.