I've Become the King of Villains in the Game
Chapter 873 - 558: Prelude to Murder

Chen Lun nodded to the Speaker.

He took a deep breath, raised his glass, and drank it all in one go.

The sweet and mellow liquor flowed over his tongue and down his throat, leaving a lingering mixed fruit aroma that fascinated even his soul.

Chen Lun, now a high-ranking Saint, naturally would not be as intoxicated as before, but this glass of wine seemed like a catalyst, allowing him to establish some kind of mystical connection.

He heard a distant call.

At the same time, Chen Lun saw Speaker Azjiluo, sitting across the coffee table, also drinking a glass of wine, smiling at him.

Whoosh!

Spirituality was drawn away, and Chen Lun did not resist.

He relaxed his body, changed to a comfortable position, leaned back on the sofa, and let his vision be carried away...

It felt like an instant, yet also like a millennium.

Chen Lun suddenly found himself in a lush, enchanted garden.

Countless grapevines climbed over an antique, old mansion. Large, round, purple-red grapes hung in clusters, like reserved pearls, adorning the building. Around were verdant yet silent plants, covered by a thin pink mist, giving a dim and mysterious feel.

The mansion was brightly lit, and under the eaves of the front door hung a black, column-shaped wind chime made of an unknown material, occasionally making a crisp ding-dong sound.

Chen Lun noticed that Speaker Azjiluo, in a gray robe, stood quietly to his left, smiling and nodding, indicating that he should knock on the door.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Lun stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Thud, thud...

In just two breaths’ time, the deep red wooden door opened on its own, light spilling out from inside.

"Come in, I’m on the second floor."

A rich, magnetic male voice called out from within the mansion.

Chen Lun knew that it was the voice of Your Majesty Conrad.

He looked back at the Speaker, noticing that he deliberately stood one step behind him, like a competent butler, humbly following the guest.

Chen Lun took a step inside the mansion.

The interior decoration and layout were tasteful, spacious, and the bright yellow light made the overall atmosphere quite cozy... except that the various paintings and reliefs were all in dark tones, featuring bizarre and indescribable subjects.

What particularly caught Chen Lun’s eye were two exquisite pieces of knight’s armor in a corner of the hall, each holding a trident and a curved lance, gleaming with a black luster.

Climbing the clean wooden spiral staircase, Chen Lun arrived on the second floor.

There were no rooms here, just a more spacious hall with a soft brown carpet in the center, and a large, red-black patterned chair placed in the middle.

A faint scent of wine mixed with unknown floral fragrance lingered in the air.

A man lazily reclined on a high-backed chair, his white high-collar inner shirt wrinkled like flowers, covered by a very vintage black tailcoat, the long tails spread out on the carpet like a cape.

His hands were gloved in white, one arm leaned against the armrest, holding a wine glass with three fingers, still containing some unfinished wine.

"Greetings, Your Majesty King of Slaughter."

Chen Lun, several meters away, removed his hat and placed his hand on his chest in a respectful bow.

"Please sit, my guest."

Conrad chuckled softly, gesturing for him to sit.

Chen Lun thanked him, stepped forward and sat on a nearby sofa. Taking this opportunity, he secretly glanced at the King of Slaughter.

Conrad had black hair, simply tied in a short ponytail, with two locks falling on his forehead, giving a refined yet slightly roguish impression.

His appearance was indescribable, but if there was a word to use, it would be gentle.

Although describing the King of Slaughter as "gentle" was strange, that was exactly how Chen Lun felt at this moment.

If he didn’t know that Conrad was a King of Angels on the path of the conspiracy, who had once stormed the Spider Web Hell alone and seized the two unique divine powers of the Death Twin Stars, Chen Lun would have thought at first glance that he was merely a descendant of a fallen noble, perhaps also doubling as a poet or art critic.

Ancient, elegant, and knowledgeable.

"Your Majesty Conrad, has the former Pope of the Red Apple Church been reborn yet?"

Chen Lun pulled his focus back to the main topic at hand.

Conrad wore a faint smile as he softly spoke:

"Not yet... Doromy Purness’s rebirth is the day after tomorrow, at precisely 9:45 AM."

Chen Lun pondered for a moment, then asked solemnly:

"So, what do you need me to do?"

"Hmm..."

Conrad raised his other hand, bent his index finger, gently supporting his chin.

After a few seconds of contemplation, he looked calmly at Chen Lun and smiled:

"I need you to create some chaos for me."

"Chaos?"

Chen Lun gently furrowed his brow.

"Yes, chaos... This is the authority I have not yet digested, Jack. I need to observe it, caress it, and finally tame it."

Conrad’s tone was gentle, like a whisper to a lover.

He raised his hand, the one holding the wine glass, and continued:

"Once Doromy Purness is reborn, it will take seven days to gradually mature, but it will need a longer time to reclaim its authority. I believe it won’t have that patience... After all, an angel in its weakened state is like the finest wine, drawing gluttons from afar."

Conrad’s eyes were calm, and his tone was confident:

"It will surely take action to quickly adapt to the new body and complete the integration of its authority... This is the opportunity, and what you have to do is seize this opportunity."

"Reborn the day after tomorrow, seven days to mature."

Chen Lun murmured to himself, his eyes reflecting deep thoughts.

He then asked:

"So, Your Majesty, do I only have less than ten days to prepare?"

"Yes."

Conrad nodded.

He then smiled, his deep gaze flowing over Chen Lun, and gently said:

"I must inform you in advance, Jack, that before the chaos fully brews, I won’t be making a move. Everything needs to be handled by your own discretion."

Chen Lun couldn’t help but freeze.

The King of Slaughter won’t act, and everything depends on him arranging the stage? He also needs to skillfully manipulate the threads of destiny, stirring up a huge chaos...

But, this involves high-ranking angels!

Can he manage it?

Chen Lun felt pressured, like dark clouds looming overhead.

Silence persisted for a few seconds, Conrad shook the wine glass, the crisp clinking of ice breaking the deadlock.

He took a sip of the wine, then chuckled:

"No need to be nervous, Jack, I believe you can do it... Oscar thinks highly of you, and so do I, because from the beginning I believed..."

Conrad straightened up, then leaned forward, his hair falling over his forehead, eyes smiling as he said:

"You will become something remarkable."

Chen Lun quickly bowed his head, humbly saying:

"It is my honor to be held in such regard by you."

"Haha..."

Conrad chuckled softly.

"I’m not making a move to avoid alerting the enemy. Dolomi Purness, as the ’Rose Gardener’, is deeply favored by Lady Rose. This time, for the rebirth, not only is the Red Apple Church and the Rose Royal Family protecting from the side, but Lady Rose is also likely watching silently from the shadows... To succeed in such a situation, I need an appropriate opportunity."

He raised a finger, his tone becoming even gentler:

"You are currently limited to Sequence Four, this matter is indeed quite difficult for you. Therefore, I will provide you with some other help... The information and resources you need, the Generous Council will fully provide, and even Azjiluo, you can command at will."

After hearing this, Chen Lun couldn’t help but look to the side.

Standing not far away, Speaker Azjiluo smiled and nodded slightly at him.

"A final tip for you, Jack."

Conrad said.

Chen Lun looked at the King of Slaughter, waiting silently for the rest.

"Mother Nature, that is, Miss Mia Meiwei of the Holy Tree, doesn’t get along with Lady Rose Maria Liana. The roots of the Golden Sacred Tree have even spread into the Netherworld... To my knowledge, a big part of the reason Lady Rose remains in hiding is because of this."

Conrad said lightly.

Chen Lun’s eyes lowered, the first thought in his mind was—

Ring Duke!

’Back then, Ring Duke used Death as a pawn, indirectly causing internal strife among Sun, Moon, and Stars families, then annihilated Death, severely injured Lady Rose, and even had his friend Jing Yao chase the Mud Earl. Before falling, he also suppressed and sealed the Eternal Sleeper... Among these, Miss Holy Tree was likely responsible for dealing with Lady Rose! This is one of Ring Duke’s hidden hands!’

Chen Lun understood in his heart.

He immediately thought of many things.

’If I am to create a huge chaos this time, providing an opportunity for Your Majesty Conrad, involving the Naturalist Sect would be the best choice.’

But soon, he had concerns.

’However, Lady Deer and Saintess Lutina have been good to me. They also have a close relationship with Cat God Maggie... If I really do this, their favor might drop to freezing point.’

Conrad sat on the high-back chair, silent, just quietly waiting, giving the black-hatted gentleman time to think.

After a while.

Chen Lun slowly raised his head.

"Your Majesty Conrad, thank you for the reminder. I think I have more points to leverage now."

"Very good."

Conrad seemed very pleased and nodded contentedly.

He then waved his hand, and a glass of wine appeared out of thin air in Chen Lun’s hand, containing the same crimson liquid as Conrad’s.

"Then, good luck, Jack."

Conrad raised his glass with a smile.

Chen Lun took a deep breath and raised his glass in response.

Clink!

Separated by several meters, the glasses inexplicably emitted a clinking sound.

Conrad drank the wine in a single gulp, the low laughter resonating in the hall:

"Chaos is the best ladder, I look forward to witnessing your masterpiece..."

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That night.

The gentle purple moonlight poured into the windowsill.

Chen Lun leaned over the table, the ivory white pen in his hand reluctant to touch the paper.

His brows slightly furrowed, eyes heavy with thought.

His powerful mental faculties and computational ability were overloaded, memories quickly flashing through, Chen Lun maintained this posture for a long time, finally exhaling, and wrote several keywords on the paper—

"Lutina Castillo," "Cocoon of the End," and "Waiting."