I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 790 - 488 White Scale Dragon!

The person in charge from the History and Ritual Association in Royal City retreated dozens of meters instantaneously, landing among his own association’s members with a thump, kneeling on one knee, and breaking out in a cold sweat.

Leading figures such as the Silver Dragon Witch Blaze of the Constellation Sect’s Chief Priest Group, Selma the head nun of the Moon Church, members of the Hailing Group, and the scholars of the Madman School, all furrowed their brows and stared at Aberhard, whose face was contorted with pain.

What exactly had happened?

Most of them couldn’t grasp the clue. It seemed like Jack Spett hadn’t even touched Him, but Aberhard screamed in agony at the same time as Houston.

"Damn it... Damn it! It’s an injury-link type of Mythical Power!"

Aberhard had never imagined that he would be struck so silently—in front of so many peers, he suffered an unseen loss at the hands of a new and rising Saint.

He slowly stood up, looking at his chest in terror.

Four symmetrical holes the size of fists were glaringly apparent!

It was as if... he had been bitten by a giant serpent!

But what truly made everyone serious wasn’t the root of the injury, but rather that the blood flowing from the wound had already congealed and was overtaken by bright diamond-like white crystals that continued to spread at a visible speed!

It seemed as if it would cover Aberhard’s entire body!

"Is this Mythical Contamination?!"

Silver Dragon Witch Blaze exclaimed in surprise.

Then, shaking Her head in denial, She said,

"Impossible... Aberhard is also a Sequence Four Saint with extremely strong Mysterious Resistance. A power of the same rank can’t cause this!"

"It’s a highly active tissue containing a high concentration of energy..."

The learned elder of the Madman School, Hernandez, spoke solemnly, offering his own interpretation.

"Scholar Hernandez, do you recognize what this is?"

Blaze asked with a furrowed brow.

The rest of the high-ranking individuals all turned their attention toward him.

However, the gaunt elder shook his head and sighed.

"I’ve never seen anything like it... but such crystals are terrifying. This degree of erosiveness is unheard of; once contaminated, it is likely very difficult to deal with."

Hearing his assessment, all the high-ranking individuals present sharply inhaled, and the way they looked at the young man in the black hat became even more cautious.

If in the beginning they just felt a slight surprise towards this newly promoted young Saint, then with Houston’s downfall, they felt genuine amazement. Now, seeing Aberhard’s dire condition, they even felt a sense of the absurd.

If not necessary, they truly didn’t want to make an enemy of him...

Rustle rustle!

An extremely grave expression came over Aberhard’s face.

The sound of rapidly turning pages filled the air around Him. His body outline shifted like a pulled-out bizarre phantom, continually rewinding.

Hum!

When his outline returned, Aberhard seemed to find his state from ten minutes ago and overlapped with that state.

However...

Aberhard’s pupils shrank suddenly.

The tooth marks on his chest had disappeared, but those beautiful and splendid white crystals, like the handprint of Death, had already climbed up to His chest!

"Aberhard seems to have gotten into big trouble,"

Hernandez adjusted his glasses and said ominously.

Even without the old man’s words, all the high-ranking individuals had seen it.

Aberhard, straining every shred of his ingenuity and overflowing with Mythical Power, could not stop the white crystals that clung to him like maggots on a bone from "breeding and spreading." They seemed to devour Aberhard’s power, growing more vigorous, while His face turned ever paler in contrast.

Drip drop drip drop...

A calm and rhythmic series of footsteps could be heard.

Everyone turned to look, and the young man in the black hat had already returned to his original form, holding the Silver Staff as he walked over.

He smiled, took off his hat, nodded in greeting to everyone, and only then leisurely looked towards Aberhard, saying indifferently,

"The issue between Houston and I was personal, and you could say it was an internal conflict of the Generous Council. Outsiders really have no right to intervene... I’m sorry, President Aberhard, that you were affected."

Chen Lun, observing Aberhard’s weakened state, gained a clear understanding of the strength of the "crystalline cells," his mood particularly gratified.

Relying on his Mythical creature attribute "Chosen One," Aberhard had no resistance in the clash of Mystical Weight and was instantly affected by the [Mythical Magic: Common Reaction], becoming parasitized by the "crystalline cells."

But he didn’t want to make a big fuss, so he reached out a hand toward Aberhard.

The latter looked up with difficulty, his expression shifting, and finally managed to squeeze out a smile, shaking hands with Chen Lun.

"I’m the one who should apologize, Your Majesty Jack Spett."

"It’s okay, the issue has been resolved, hasn’t it?"

Chen Lun said with a light chuckle.

Aberhard wanted to nod, but found his neck was incredibly stiff. When he exerted force, it emitted a terrifying crackling sound.

"Of... of course."

He strained to say.

Chen Lun glanced meaningfully at the president.

Hisss hisss...

A quiet sound akin to a snake’s hiss rose, and the white crystals covering Aberhard’s body started to shrink until they disappeared.

Seeing this, Aberhard finally took a deep breath, his eyes filled with deep wariness.

What else is this guy hiding...

Letting go of the handshake, Chen Lun took the opportunity to glance at the panel that had popped up before, his lips curving into a smile.

[You’ve killed the Governing Officer of the Generous Council, Houston (True Self)! Earned 2M Experience Points, 1 Blessing Point, and 20 Points of Regional Renown!]

[Accumulated a total of 188 Points of Regional Renown! Earned another 1 Point of Epic Renown! (Current Epic Renown: 6 Points)]

[Impact of the Epic Renown Event: The news of your solo fight and killing the Conspiracy Saint Houston will gradually radiate from the Royal City as the center to various places in Tresor Empire—The name of the newly risen Saint "White Scale Dragon" Jack Spett will resound through the Mystic Realm!]

’It’s a pity that Houston’s corpse was shredded by the "Strings of Sorrow," and the remains divided into five pieces of high-rank conspiracy material...’

Chen Lun silently shook his head.

’I remember when I was promoted to "Sequence Five - Juggler", I killed two Incarnations of the Saint from the Rothfuss Family, and I got two... Now I have seven in total, I’ll hand them all over to the Speaker then.’

After all, I killed colleagues from the Senate, when the Speaker and They return, I must explain something reasonable.

Chen Lun rubbed his temples with a headache.

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Royal City, Bixie Crost.

Sun Palace, Imperial Assembly Hall.

At this moment, beside the huge conference table, aside from Prince Dazlert sitting in the main seat, only a few Judgment Chiefs from the Imperial Judgement Group are sitting erect to his left, in their military uniforms, staring straight ahead. On his right, three Archbishops from the Sun Church, led by Terence, similarly maintained stern faces and silence.

The other seats were empty.

The scene was deathly silent, even slightly awkward.

Steward Babayeh stood to one side, continuously wiping his sweat and occasionally glancing towards The Great Gate, only to be disappointed and look away again.

Prince Dazlert’s face was expressionless, but anger was clearly evident in his eyes. He tapped on the table and asked in a deep voice,

"Babayeh, I want to know why, apart from Terence His Majesty and Them, none of the others from the Seven Gods Church have come? Is this pressure being put on me?!"

"Absolutely not, Your Highness!"

Babayeh hastily approached and bent over to console him.

"Perhaps there has been an accident, and the Church hierarchy was delayed on the road... Shall I go and check?"

The Prince took a deep breath and was just about to speak when The Great Gate of the Assembly Hall was slowly pushed open.

The high echelons of the Seven Gods Church, maintaining their silence, entered one after another, as if by agreement, creating a rather eerie situation.

Watching this scene, the Prince squinted his eyes and sneered coldly.

Only Judgment Chief McCollin and Archbishop Terence seemed to sense something, casting a glance and fixing their gaze on the solitary young man in a black hat moving through the crowd, revealing a contemplative expression.

Once everyone had taken their seats, the Prince scanned the room and slowly asked,

"Ladies and gentlemen, can someone explain why you all arrived nearly twenty minutes late, and now you’ve all come to the meeting at the same time?"

"..."

No one in the room spoke.

Prince Dazlert noticed the indifferent gaze from both the Constellation Sect and Moon Church, and veins began to appear on his forehead.

He turned his head toward the History and Ritual Association’s seats.

"Speaker Aberhard, can you tell me?"

"Hmm..."

Aberhard stopped twirling his pen and began to ponder.

He glanced discreetly at the young man in the black hat across the conference table and coughed before saying,

"Your Highness, there was a small accident on the road."

Prince Dazlert fell silent for a few seconds.

"What kind of accident?"

"Governing Officer Houston from the Generous Council... had a conflict with Governing Officer Jack Spett, and They clashed in the Spirit World," Aberhard said gravely.

The Prince furrowed his brows, only then noticing that on the seats of the Generous Council, only Jack sat upright, while Houston was nowhere to be seen.

He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with confusion.

"They clashed?"

A high-ranker and a Mid Sequence Transcendent, what was there to clash about?

Even if Jack’s strength was extraordinary, capable of defeating Incarnations of the Saint, Houston wasn’t just represented by an Incarnation... It was fortunate enough for Jack not to have been severely disciplined; now he was sitting there as if nothing had happened?!

"Explain clearly!"

The Prince said impatiently.

Aberhard then sighed deeply.

"Governing Officer Houston is dead."

"What?!"

The Prince’s eyes suddenly widened in shock.

Even the Judgment Chiefs and people like Archbishop Terence from the Sun Church showed surprised expressions.

"What do you mean... Houston is dead?!"

The Prince’s frown deepened.

Aberhard nodded slightly, cautiously saying,

"Governing Officer Jack killed Governing Officer Houston on the spot..."

"?!"

The Prince suddenly stood up.

The high-backed chair scraped against the floor, emitting a sharp noise.

The Judgment Chiefs and Archbishops like Terence from the Sun Church immediately showed a change in expression because they recognized Aberhard’s form of address, referring to Jack Spett as... Your Majesty?!

"You’ve been promoted, Jack?"

The Prince said with a mix of surprise and disbelief.

"Yes, Your Highness."

Chen Lun also took off his hat, slowly stood up, and said with a smile,

"I am now in charge of representing the Generous Council and participating in this meeting on their behalf."