I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 249 - 187: Two Wild BOSSes

Chapter 249: Chapter 187: Two Wild BOSSes

The next day.

Chen Lun and Maggie sat in a carriage, heading out of the city.

Early in the morning, Maggie had received a letter from the couple, Robert and Jones, written to her.

The letter indicated that during their process of treating diseases in an external village, they had made some new discoveries, which might help in researching a medicine to cure the “Red Dance Disease.”

Maggie appeared very excited and immediately found Chen Lun, requesting to temporarily leave the manor and head to that village.

Coincidentally, Chen Lun had roughly divined the whereabouts of Akebin Kowal the previous night in the Immortal Realm, using the amplification of Divination weighting and the screening off of current world disturbances—it was in the same direction as the village Maggie wanted to go to.

So Chen Lun planned to travel with her, then part ways on his own when they were close to the destination, to investigate Akebin’s matters.

“Leader! That little bottle of wine you gave me was fantastic!”

Maggie sat opposite Chen Lun, her face beaming with a smile.

“The taste was very good! And I feel like my Mystical Accumulation has increased a lot, and I’m not too far from the threshold of Mid Sequence…!”

Hearing Maggie speak, Chen Lun couldn’t help thinking of Floey.

She had blushed all throughout making breakfast for him that morning. It seemed that upon waking from her drunken state, she remembered her tipsy confessions from the day before and felt somewhat embarrassed.

‘What a sweet girl…’

Chen Lun reflected.

He lifted his head and said to Maggie:

“Maggie, since you are close to completing your Mystical Accumulation, do you have a way to obtain the Supernatural Knowledge of the Nature Faction Sequence Seven? If needed, I can help you find a way.”

In the Immortal Realm’s Kazt Town, where the tasks could be taken repeatedly, the reward pool included Supernatural Knowledge from Nature Faction Sequence Nine to Sequence Seven—there was no lack of opportunities to help Maggie get it.

“No need, Leader!”

Maggie shook her head.

“Before I left the Naturalist Sect, I read a manuscript left by a predecessor in the Forest Gallery of the Elders, which recorded another branch of Nature… That is the path I aspire to, I do not want to ascend to be a [Ranger], but a [Plague Doctor]!”

Chen Lun was a bit surprised.

‘Isn’t that the path Akebin took?’

So he asked Maggie:

“The manuscript you mentioned, was it written by someone named ‘Akebin Kowal’?”

Maggie suddenly looked surprised and exclaimed:

“Yes! It was that predecessor! Leader, how did you know?!”

Chen Lun shook his head, inwardly feeling that Maggie was indeed similar to Akebin in some ways. He didn’t answer Maggie’s question but fell into thought.

As far as he knew, Akebin from his previous life had walked down this same road to his destruction, ultimately perishing by Chen Lun’s own hand… because this lost branch Sequence had long been verified by predecessors as a route that was doomed to fail.

There were many documented Sequence paths in history, no less than a hundred, but only ten have survived to this day.

Those were—the pathways of the Seven True Gods and the three hidden paths.

Because at their end truly laid True Gods.

This meant that the ten paths were viable routes to godhood… the Deities at their ends serving as the best proof.

All other branches that had vanished in the long river of history were failures, for none of the successive Transcendents over the long passage of time had ever reached the end.

It seemed they all lacked something of utter importance, something that only existed in the hands of the ten True Gods.

Chen Lun didn’t want to interfere with Maggie’s choice, as a sign of respect for her. Out of concern, however, he still subtly warned her of the dangers hidden within.

Yet Maggie looked somewhat puzzled:

“Leader! The manuscript of Predecessor Akebin clearly stated this point, but I don’t care… because I don’t want to become a god, why should I worry about this?”

Chen Lun was slightly taken aback.

‘Indeed, if you don’t wish to become a god, why worry whether the path is a dead end…?’

He chuckled at himself wryly, shook his head, and then asked:

“Since you want to ascend to [Sequence Seven – Plague Doctor], you must already have the relevant Supernatural Knowledge, right?”

This time, it was Maggie’s turn to be stunned.

She shrugged her shoulders, revealing an honest smile:

“No.”

“…”

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A small village in the vicinity of Amber City.

The place seemed somewhat desolate, with almost no one visible outside in the village. Only the fires burning at the entrance and along the sides of the road and the corpses wrapped carelessly in dirty bed sheets hinted at some human activity.

In an abandoned field in the village, a tall figure was bent over, arranging some kind of ritual.

He wore a crow mask and was dressed in a brown cloak, silently using an iron shovel to cut into the soil, drawing some strange symbols.

There were assorted bottles and jars on the ground beside him, which looked rather suspicious.

“Ah… Dr. Akebin, I’m terribly sorry to disturb you, I…”

Behind the tall man in the cloak came a humble call.

He stood up, turned around, and saw an old man supporting a young girl as they approached.

“Be quiet.”

From behind the crow mask, Akebin’s voice came out as an indifferent, buzzing tone.

The elder immediately fell silent, his face anxious, as he cast a reverent glance at the man before him and then looked back at his granddaughter.

“This is a premonition of the ‘Red Dance Disease’… hmm, in thirteen hours, she’ll descend into frenzy, then die amid ceaseless dancing.”

Akebin glanced indifferently at the girl.

The girl looked blank, her eyes bloodshot, drool dripping from her mouth, with a faint hint of a smile, as if involuntary.

“Dr. Akebin! Please, save my granddaughter!”

The old man burst into tears.

“Shut up! I said shut up! Didn’t you hear me?!”

Akebin grabbed the elder’s thin collar and roughly pushed him to the ground.

Then a large hand pressed on the girl’s head, and he bent down to take a closer look.

“Hmm…”

He hummed thoughtfully.

“What a nuisance!”

Akebin took out a small bottle of pale red potion from his coat pocket, flicked the cork away with a flick of his finger, and then, pinching the girl’s face, poured the potion down her throat.

Afterward, he gently patted the sides of her neck a few times.

After being force-fed the potion, the girl blinked and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

The elder hurriedly rushed over to catch the girl, then knelt down to thank the tall man.

“Thank you, thank you, Doctor Akebin!”

“Get lost!”

Akebin turned away and continued with his work.

Seeing this, the elder dared not disturb him further and quickly left with his granddaughter in his arms.

“Although Doctor Akebin seems cold on the outside, he is kind at heart. I am very grateful to him; he is the messenger sent by the great Sun God…”

The elder prayed silently.

He remained completely unaware that a small pustule had quietly sprouted behind the girl’s ear.

Akebin, who was working in the field, suddenly stopped his shovel and turned to look at the air beside him.

There, a figure materialized out of thin air and slowly stepped out from the Spirit World.

This was a brown-haired man in a gray vest, about thirty years old, but he was wounded, with his cheeks and corners of his eyes cracked and bleeding.

“Drake, did you go pick a fight with that creature from the Spirit World again?”

Akebin’s humming voice of indifference came from within the crow mask.

Drake, covered in injuries, let out a heh-heh laugh, spat out a clot of blood on the ground, and casually lit a cigarette for himself.

After taking a deep drag, he said,

“That pot creature is strong, but I’m not bad either. This time, I almost cracked its lid… Next time, I will smash it completely to see what’s really inside!”

Drake subconsciously touched the pendant on his chest, which looked like a mass of iron wire cruelly twisted together, still with a bit of what seemed like blood that couldn’t be washed off.

“Such pointless fighting…”

Akebin continued to wield his shovel, making marks on the ground.

“If it weren’t for waiting for you, I wouldn’t be so idle.”

Drake remarked.

“So what are you really doing here? To heal these mortals? Ah ha, that’s funny!”

A mocking smile appeared on his face.

Akebin ignored his mockery, shovel in hand, as his voice emerged from the crow mask,

“If you want another fight with me, feel free to continue.”

Drake snorted coldly and said nothing further.

“This is a simple experiment, and a great one too. If successful, I will be promoted to [Sequence Five – Disaster Disease Master]…”

Akebin droned on.

“I don’t care how far you go down that dead-end path. I just want to know when we can set off… The sooner we complete the club’s assigned mission, the sooner we can go back.”

Drake tossed his cigarette butt away, saying impatiently.

“I need another two weeks…”

Akebin said.

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“Don’t rush, it’s just investigating the whereabouts of a peripheral organization. It won’t take long.”

Drake was about to say more when he suddenly frowned and turned his head to look behind.

He had the feeling that someone was spying on them.

They saw a very ugly young man with abstract features, one small eye and one large eye looking at them in shock, mumbling strange words:

“Holy moly! Two wild BOSSes!”

He even crazily picked up a sickle that was lying around and charged at them.

In Drake’s eyes, this person was most likely a plague victim.

Smack!

With a casual slap, he knocked the young man’s head off, sending it flying like a ball.

Blood gushed out, and the headless corpse dissipated into white light.

At the same time.

A new post appeared on the gaming forum, with the title—

“Wow! I found two wild BOSSes on the Amber City map! Interested friends PM, we can negotiate the price!”

The post also included a first-person video from the player.

It showed Akebin in a crow mask and coat, and Drake with an impatient look and a face full of wounds.

The Vice Chairman of the “Lost Name Guild”, “Landon,” spotted the post immediately and promptly contacted the player, purchasing the information and the precise location for one hundred thousand Credit Points.

The reason for his keen interest was that he was around Amber City himself, and he had already gathered a group of guild members… More importantly, the guild’s only Transcendent player “Gan Ziwen” was also in Amber City.

He quickly contacted Gan Ziwen, asking him to hurry to the rendezvous for a joint BOSS hunt.

Landon thought that if they could take down these two wild BOSSes, they would surely gain rich rewards and make the Lost Name Guild’s reputation soar!

Just like the Three Major Guilds and Chuxi Guild did a while ago!

As for the thought of not being strong enough? How strong could two BOSSes near Novice Village be?

“This is a piece of cake, haha…”

Landon laughed heartily.