I've Become the King of Villains in the Game
Chapter 877 - Five Hundred Sixty-One Unexpected

Chen Lun wrote a letter to the Cat God, without explicitly stating his plan, he conveyed a rather subtle warning.

The general content can be summarized as:

"The Flesh Angel Doromy Purness has been reborn. Unrest will rise in the northeast of the new state of the Empire and might spread to the Kellettville Forest... Additionally, I earnestly ask for Your Majesty Maggie’s forgiveness. To prevent Doromy from reclaiming her power, I will spare no effort. If possible, I hope to receive assistance from you or the Naturalist Sect."

If sincerity is the infallible key to touching people’s hearts.

Then Chen Lun uses his sincerity as an insurance for himself.

Every word he stated in the letter was true; he did not deceive, although some matters were not entirely disclosed.

After all, as the hidden orchestrator of this "Murder Feast," he could not, nor dared to, reveal everything. The warning in the letter was partly to prevent being seen as an enemy by the Naturalist Sect afterward.

On the other hand, through the Cat God, he conveyed a friendly message to Lady Elk, which in some way, also handed an opportunity to the Naturalist Sect.

An opportunity to severely damage the Red Apple Church.

As the church that worships Miss Holy Tree, the Red Apple Church could be said to be their God’s Adversary, though only the upper echelon knew some secret matters.

Now, through a letter, not only could Chen Lun avoid being hated, but he might even gain deeper friendship, or even assistance, from Lady Elk and the Naturalist Sect.

Chen Lun believed that with Lady Elk’s wisdom and foresight, she would not miss this opportunity!

The key to achieving these three goals lay in the relationship between Chen Lun and Maggie, which could help establish sufficient trust between both parties.

Without this relationship, everything would be empty talk.

Chen Lun grasped this important detail and utilized it well.

In truth, what he really needed was not the high-end combat power of the Naturalist Sect but simple deterrence... Just like when the Prince was assassinated, Lady Elk did not enter the Royal City, yet simply standing outside greatly aided the situation.

Chen Lun’s inspiration came from this; of course, now, those who knew of Prince Dazlert’s existence would be few and far between.

"If there’s no risk of battle damage, and it can strike at the Red Apple Church, Lady Elk would likely not refuse my goodwill... She shouldn’t want to see Doromy Purness regaining power because if that happens, the Naturalist Sect would also suffer."

Chen Lun thought.

He then did not choose to speak with the Speaker but concentrated his attention, picked up the ivory white pen, and formally began writing the content of the script:

"A brilliant white crystallization accidentally fell into Sunset City..."

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The night passed; dawn broke the next morning.

Spirit World.

A team of scattered players had just finished hunting pollution creatures when they were attacked by dark followers.

Seven or eight bizarre figures in black robes suddenly appeared, their hands tearing apart, transforming into sharp mantis blade arms, while their backs bulged, sprouting dense insect spikes rupturing the robes.

The dark followers’ strength generally reached Sequence Seven, and through their symbiosis with pollution, they were especially mad and brutal.

This so-called "symbiosis" was actually a type of divine art consuming Sanity Value to constantly maintain the contamination. The believers of the Father of Darkness were often skilled in this art, with their Sanity perennially on the brink of collapse, any slight misstep would turn them utterly into Didak Bug People.

These players, mostly around Level 40, were being slaughtered with ease.

"Damn it, these dark followers are appearing more frequently! We just encountered them a few days ago, now again, can’t we just play?"

A male player with the ID "King of Layabouts" cursed as he fled desperately.

Fortunately, he followed the conspiracy path, had high Agility, and could escape using the Sequence Ability of the [Locksmith].

Joining him were four or five players, all with certain life-saving skills, narrowly escaping the first wave of attacks.

But as screams echoed, many players turned into white light and vanished, and the black-clad fanatics pursued them relentlessly.

"It’s over! All my experience from these two days is wasted!"

King of Layabouts ran for his life but felt a shiver down his spine as he looked back.

The dark followers were closing in, with one swing of their silver mantis arm, they easily killed the last running player.

Just then, a bold voice boomed:

"Flun to the rescue!"

The remaining players looked up to see a burly man with a silver pot head, naked upper torso, wielding a cross sword, charging towards them.

They were bewildered.

Until a female player named "Grape Soda" recalled something, and after using Scout, exclaimed in surprise:

"It’s Flun! That righteous NPC!"

King of Layabouts, remembering recent posts by the "Little Silver Fox" guild on the gaming forum, recalled that guild leader "Sunny Xiaoyu" mentioned encountering Flun Knight again, who not only saved her but also helped complete crucial missions.

Sunny Xiaoyu also clearly stated that Flun possessed high-ranking combat power and was very friendly... Players should definitely build good relations if they meet him, it’s absolutely beneficial!

Although King of Layabouts just glanced over at that time, the impression of Flun was deeply ingrained.

After all, in this game, there were very few NPCs who helped players without expecting anything in return while adhering to justice.

"Flun Knight, help!"

King of Layabouts, seeing a savior, quickly shouted.

"Hahaha... Don’t worry, I’ll slay these villains at once!"

The silver pot-headed brawny man laughed heartily, raised his cross sword, and leaped high.

Then he descended.

Boom!!

The shockwave staggered the dark followers.

With a few slicing sounds, as the cross sword swung, grotesque heads fell, and the headless bodies of the dark followers crashed to the ground, blood splattering everywhere, though the spikes on their backs kept twitching.

In less than ten seconds.

Seven or eight imposing dark followers met their end under Knight Flun’s sharp sword. None survived, without even a trace of resistance.

After the killing, Flun pulled out a handkerchief, cleaning the dirty blood off his cross sword, then sheathed it behind his back and walked over.

"Thank you, Knight Flun!"

"Knight Flun, I heard you like wine. I happen to have a bottle of forty-year-old fine wine here, just to pay my respects to you!"

"Knight Flun, do you have any troubles? I can help!"

The few surviving players gathered around, each speaking excitedly.

It’s rare to encounter such an NPC; if they don’t seize the opportunity to raise their affection, they’ll regret it deeply at night.

However, the burly Silver Pot man just laughed in his deep voice and waved his hand:

"Thank you for your kindness. I was just passing by. We’ll meet again someday..."

After speaking, Flun stopped paying attention to the players’ eager pleas, took big strides forward, and gradually disappeared from their sight.

King of Giving Up and Grape Soda were secretly regretful. Finally, they were helpless due to lack of physical strength. They had to agree to level up together next time and subsequently exited the Spirit World.

However, a gust of wind blew by without the players noticing.

When they came to their senses, they found themselves not in a familiar real-world scene, but on a spacious and strange street.

"Where is this place?"

"Huh? How did I end up here?!"

"Could it be that we encountered a Spirit World turbulence..."

The players were stunned.

Soon, faint sounds of joy accompanied by rhythmic pounding quietly drifted into their ears. King of Giving Up and a few male players looked at each other, their eyebrows raised simultaneously.

Their eyes seemed to say:

Why they suddenly arrived here and what kind of place this is no longer mattered. They only knew it would be exciting.

Grape Soda blushed, intending to log off, but suddenly looked up to see two figures, one tall and one short, standing atop a high building in the distance.

She looked puzzled, but her expression gradually turned to shock.

"Look quickly!"

"Huh?"

Hearing Grape Soda’s voice, King of Giving Up and the others hurriedly turned to look, only to see on one side of the street, several stray dogs intertwined, drooling and panting, continuously writhing.

Their view moved past the dogs, and in the alley behind them, they could vaguely see a group of naked figures moving, looking very strange.

"Not there! The building! The rooftop of the building!"

Grape Soda stomped her foot angrily and said.

King of Giving Up and the others quickly raised their heads towards her direction. They saw a group of migrating Golden-winged Sparrows, stacked two by two, males standing on the females’ backs, touching briefly in mid-air, completing mating.

Behind the eerie bird flock, two figures, one tall and one short, stood on the rooftop.

Several people were soon shocked.

"Red Apple Church’s Pope, Louisa... and an unknown identity, a little girl called Doromy."

"Wow, seems like we discovered something huge!"

"There are buildings we’ve never seen before, with golden eaves and red sun-faced patterns... Are we still within the Empire? Why is the Red Apple Church’s Pope here?!"

"This is already version 2.1, why is the boss from version 1.0 appearing again?!"

Their intense discussion didn’t last long. They felt a tremor in their hearts, and strong desires surged unexpectedly.

[You have been affected by unknown mystical influence, now under the negative status "Reproduction Supremacy", with Charm towards the opposite sex +10, Sanity Value cap -80%, and uncontrollably engaging in reproductive behavior!]

"Damn..."

"Feeling like social death!"

"Wow! So thrilling?!"

"Can’t wait..."

Except for a few excited perverts, most players showed panic, especially Grape Soda, who nervously clenched her hands and secretly opened the panel to log out.

However, the prompt box popped up, indicating she was in a combat state, unable to log out, requiring ten minutes of waiting on the spot.

"Ten minutes..."

Grape Soda’s face turned red, and she cried out.

Fortunately, things didn’t turn out as bad as imagined, because the red-robed Pope atop the building had already taken action.

The players only saw red before their eyes; an arrow storm formed from blood gathered into a terrifying torrent, engulfing them.

Pain flashed briefly, and they fell into dead silence and darkness.

[You have died!]

"Glad to be dead! At least no public humiliation!"

The players thought simultaneously.

But none of them noticed, when the blood arrows swept across and King of Giving Up turned to white light and dissipated, a tiny white speck, smaller than a sesame seed, originally stuck to his clothes, dropped to the ground...

When the players resurrected again, they appeared in the State City of the Empire’s inland, initially dazed, then communicated in the chat channel.

As the team initiator, King of Giving Up, with a keen sense for quests and events, immediately told them this was definitely a rare opportunity!

"Involving the version 1.0 Pope boss, this is absolutely a high-level plot event... We can try to submit the intel we know to the Shelter, maybe trigger some hidden tasks, at the very least get high rewards!"