I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 347 - 237: The Eve of the Storm
Chapter 347 -237: The Eve of the Storm
The Wonderland Login Device is just a concept for now; it is still unknown whether it can be realized.
Chen Lun suppressed the anticipation in his heart and turned his attention to the mysterious man, Oscar, in front of him.
“Mr. Oscar, do you mean to say that Howard died here…?”
He pondered the other’s words and asked aloud.
The crying mask in his hand was absorbed by the bookmark, turning into new strength, which led Chen Lun to a speculation.
For some reason, Howard was killed by the man before him and a part of his power was intercepted, becoming “nourishment” for the bookmark.
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“To be precise, only an incarnation died here, but it was also an inevitable price he had to pay.”
Oscar said.
“It was his destiny.”
‘The fall of an incarnation here is Howard’s destiny…?’
Chen Lun was slightly taken aback.
‘Did Oscar know that Howard would intervene in my destiny, even enter the fray himself… and when he seized “Philip’s Dreamland Adventure,” he would enter the world of bookmarks and ultimately become nourishment for the bookmark?!’
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His eyelids drooped as he suddenly had another speculation.
“No… perhaps it’s more accurate to say, Oscar foresaw all this and waited in advance inside the bookmark, until Howard came to him… He must be a high-ranking member of the Path of Destiny, even closer to the end of the Sequence than Howard.”
Oscar put on a black hat, turned his head and chuckled lightly:
“That’s what you’re thinking in your heart, isn’t it?”
“!!”
Chen Lun’s eyes widened as he stared at the man with long black hair.
The other had actually voiced his inner thoughts, word for word!
“You guessed it, Jack, but there’s no prize… Besides, Howard is now aware of my existence, and I suspect he won’t interfere with your destiny for quite a long time.”
Oscar let out a light laugh, staring into Chen Lun’s eyes.
In his grey robe, his look was vintage, yet the black flat top hat seemed utterly incongruous…
‘Huh? That’s my black hat…?’
Startled, Chen Lun touched his head and realized his black hat had somehow fallen into Oscar’s hands and was now worn on his head.
“Thank you for stepping in, Mr. Oscar… Howard had me in a very passive position.”
He smiled ruefully to himself and cautiously emptied his heart, not allowing his thoughts to wander lest the other man could scout his inner voice.
He really couldn’t fathom Oscar’s power and character.
“Don’t mention it, I really like the style of the hat, consider it my compensation.”
Oscar tipped the hat, spun around, and vanished into thin air, just as he had appeared, without Chen Lun noticing.
The man’s voice still echoed in the entire space.
Chen Lun stood still, his face somber.
‘Oscar is most likely an Angel of Destiny… but what’s going on lately? If I’m not encountering Gods, I’m meeting Angels… Is my Luck Points that high?’
He exhaled a long breath.
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‘And Howard schemes against me, only to be schemed against by Oscar, is this a matryoshka doll situation?’
In his heart, he gained a deeper understanding of the high-ranking members of the Destiny Faction.
You couldn’t say each was cunning, rather, everyone was astute.
Chen Lun even suspected that the scarcity of Transcendents in the Destiny Faction was probably because they had all been played to death by the high-rankers.
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After returning to the present world.
Chen Lun found that time was still at the moment he left, with almost no change, as if the hours spent in the Immortal Realm were just an instant in the outside world.
Mr. Pot was still sobbing loudly, Drake was on the ground holding his head and shouting, Akebin had fallen to his knees, silent like Mr. Bottle beside him.
Mr. Bales stood quietly at a distance, like a statue.
Chen Lun knew they were most likely attacked by Howard, affected by some kind of power that influenced emotions, sending them into profound sadness.
“Here, take some potion.”
Chen Lun took out a bottle of Serenity Potion, like applying a dead-pan remedy, gently knocked open the lid atop Mr. Pot’s head, and poured it in.
Mr. Pot shivered and stopped crying.
The potion seemed to work, boosting the recovery speed of Sanity, and dulling the sorrow within Mr. Pot.
“Silver Pot! Are you alright? The man just now…”
Mr. Pot sobbed, seemingly just having caught his breath.
Seeing Chen Lun reappear, he asked anxiously.
“I’m fine, let’s first help the others wake up,” Chen Lun said and passed Mr. Pot a few more bottles of the Serenity Potion.
Mr. Pot nodded in agreement, and with Serenity Potion in hand, went to tend to the remaining people.
Chen Lun, meanwhile, approached Mr. Bales.
“Mr. Bales, are you alright?” he asked.
The Dark Knight slowly lifted his head, his voice raspy and deep:
“Who are you?”
Chen Lun stiffened.
He knew Mr. Bales might have lost his memory once again.
Clang!
The Dark Knight raised his black sword and swung it fiercely at Chen Lun.
“Youlan!”
Chen Lun shouted the name.
The ancient and sharp black longsword stopped at Chen Lun’s shoulder.
“Youlan… my love…”
Mr. Bales slowly put the sword away, remained silent for a moment, then lifted his head to look at Chen Lun.
“Jack, I’m sorry,” the raspy voice conveyed a trace of apology.
Chen Lun secretly heaved a sigh of relief and shook his head.
“It’s okay, Mr. Bales, it’s good that you’re clear-headed now,” he said and handed over a Serenity Potion, continuing:
