I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 794 - 492 Celebration

Today’s dinner was exceptionally sumptuous.

It was not only to celebrate Noah’s safe return, but also to express respect to Her Majesty Blaze and Rosa.

Noah had recovered well, and his appetite at the dinner table even exceeded his usual, truly comforting his concerned companions.

There was a small interlude, however, when Her Majesty Blaze, during the meal, praised Floey’s cooking and jokingly said that perhaps the reason Chen Lun had not initially agreed to His proposal to marry Rosa was likely because Rosa couldn’t cook.

This remark caused a gasp from everyone present.

The team executives all showed a curious look, wanting to ask out loud but not daring to, instead exchanging glances, creating an extremely odd atmosphere for a time.

Especially Maggie, her face full of gossip, wishing she could grab Noah and dig to the very bottom of the story.

Rosa continued to chew her food elegantly, showing no sign of embarrassment; she pinched the snickering Noah and joined her mother in praising Floey’s culinary skills.

"Although this isn’t the first time I have tasted Miss Floey’s cooking, I am surprised every time... If I were Mr. Jack, I’d probably fall in love with you, too," she said with a seductive smile, flipping her silver hair.

"Just don’t know when I can attend the two of your wedding?"

She asked politely, her eyes full of interest as she looked towards Chen Lun in the main seat, and Floey beside his left hand.

"..."

Chen Lun had just swallowed a mouthful of food when he looked up to find that everyone at the table was looking at him.

"Ahem, soon, soon."

"Wow!"

Anton sat on the huge chair, chewing on the grass burger, and howled exaggeratedly. Although it didn’t quite understand the significance of a wedding, it felt this was very important for Mr. Jack, so it joyfully participated.

Chen Lun shook his head helplessly.

Immediately after, his powerful perception clearly noticed a trace of disappointment flashing in the eyes behind Floey’s smile.

Chen Lun gently reached out his hand and held her small hand.

Floey was slightly startled, but then looking up, she saw his smile and the sincere, comforting look in his eyes. The slight disappointment rising in her heart dissipated, turning into warmth.

After dinner.

Chen Lun personally escorted Her Majesty Blaze and Miss Rosa out of the Church district. Before they climbed into the carriage, Blaze expressed his gratitude to Chen Lun.

"Jack, Noah’s safe return is also due to your efforts. The Sun King’s compromise was significant; the Generous Council’s attitude was crucial. If you had not been promoted at a key moment, killing Houston and taking back the power of speech... the final outcome might have been different," he said.

"Since Noah has sworn to follow me, I will surely not stand by idly."

Chen Lun said with a shake of his head, smiling.

Blaze looked at him deeply.

"Remember my words, try not to delve into the secrets of the Royal Family any further, the Sun... is ultimately dangerous," Blaze warned.

"I shall bear it in mind, Your Majesty," Chen Lun nodded in response.

Finally, Blaze also raised his right hand, placing it lightly on his chest.

"Farewell, Your Majesty Jack."

This was the respect He showed to a peer of equivalent strength.

The carriage slowly moved away.

Chen Lun watched it disappear into the nightfall.

Just as he was about to turn and head back, the air beside him twisted.

A statue covered in blue crystallization slowly emerged from the Spirit World, without a word, it straightforwardly handed over a letter.

Chen Lun recognized it; this was Lady Fleurette’s statue from the Meteor Tower. It seemed most likely that it was there to convey a message on her behalf.

Taking the letter, Chen Lun opened it with a bit of confusion.

Inside the letter, Lady Fleurette expressed her desire to have him visit the Meteor Tower to thank him in person for saving her student Carmen.

A pensive look crossed Chen Lun’s face.

’Just right... After my promotion, my abilities have been fully enhanced, and I have some ideas and conjectures about developing Skills that I can consult with this knowledgeable Archmage. Magic and Destiny are neighboring concepts, and there are many aspects they share.’

Having made up his mind, he noticed that the statue Messenger had not left.

Instantly, he recalled Carmen once mentioned that His messengers did not require Gold Pounds as payment, but Energy crystals. Since it served under Lady Fleurette, the needs of this Messenger were probably the same.

Chen Lun thus tentatively took out two Dragon Sharpstones the size of a fingertip and handed them to the statue.

The latter quickly took them and, to Chen Lun’s surprise, tossed them straight into its mouth, crunching them down with a couple of bites and swallowing them. During the process, terrifying red and black electric sparks flew out, crackling and hissing, but it seemed unaffected, even "excitedly" nodding its head, as if very satisfied with the payment.

However, as the statue Messenger was leaving, Chen Lun noticed that some red lines were starting to spread within the blue crystallization on its body. Whether this was good or bad, he couldn’t tell.

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Late at night.

A hearse carriage carrying corpses slowly drove out from the Lower District of the Royal City and took the main country road eastward.

Less than a hundred kilometers from the Royal City was a small town called "Bright Town," where the largest public cemetery in its vicinity was located. Royal City, with its expensive land and thousands of years of development, had long been without any spare cemeteries for burying the common folk. As a result, if someone died in the Lower District, they were usually prayed over by the monks of the Moon Church and then sent to Bright Town for burial.

This type of funeral service even saw the emergence of specialized companies to handle it.

The hearse on the main road, aside from the driver, had only two employees of the Dede Funeral Company accompanying it.

In the carriage, these two employees smoked, with the younger one occasionally looking back at the neatly stacked coffins behind him as if there was something suspicious about them.

"Enough, Rick. Stop looking at those dead bodies all the time. Are you afraid they’ll jump out of their coffins and bite you?"

The older one exhaled smoke, teasing with a laugh.

But the young Rick rebutted,

"If they were to bite, they’d bite you, Nasr. When we were moving them during the day, you were quite careless with the bodies, you even broke Mrs. Sanita’s arm... And the company explicitly asks us to handle them carefully."

"Company, company... All you talk about is the company rules. When I first started, I was like you, all obedient to the rules. But what about it? After all these years, it’s all the same—who’s really gonna keep an eye on you?"

Nasr, the old employee, spoke with indifference.

He finished the last drag of his cigarette, reluctantly flicked the butt out the window, and then quipped,

"Let them bite me then. Better yet, let them bite my dick. It’s a shame about Mrs. Sanita. She was only in her thirties when she died. That damned gas explosion, why did it have to happen in the commercial street of the Lower District..."

As he spoke, Nasr even shook his head as if lamenting the beauty that had been lost.

Just then, Rick suddenly looked back again.

Nasr kicked him discontentedly and scolded with a laugh,

"Do you have some sort of problem, kid? Stop jumping at every little thing!"

"No! I really saw a coffin move!"

Rick said anxiously.

Nasr cursed under his breath and was about to say something.

Thump!

From the stack of coffins at the back of the carriage, a muffled sound suddenly emitted, and the whole carriage seemed to tremble.

"Fuck!"

Nasr exclaimed in panic.

Rick was so scared that he began to pray with his head in his hands, continuously apologizing and praying to the Sun God.

The carriage slowly came to a halt, the driver was a slightly overweight middle-aged man, who was looking panicked as he lifted the curtain of the carriage and asked the two men what happened.

"What’s going on? I thought I heard a noise just now, and even the horses were startled!"

"God knows!"

Nasr said, and then pulled Rick out of the carriage with him.

The three of them went around to the back of the carriage, undid the metal buckles, and pulled down the barrier. A dozen coffins were neatly stacked, but the one on top was slightly askew.

"It’s this one! I saw this one moving!"

Rick hastily pointed and said.

"Shut up! Come and give me a hand!"

Nasr glared at him and then climbed into the carriage, and together the three of them worked to drag down the coffin.

But soon, Nasr’s brow furrowed tightly.

"Why don’t I remember this coffin?"

He irritably pulled out a cigarette case, lit another cigarette, and said to the other two as he smoked,

"Open it up and take a look!"

"But isn’t that against company policy..."

Rick was somewhat resistant, but before he could finish, Nasr had already shoved the tool into his chest.

Eventually overruled by the senior employee, they pried open one side of the coffin again and then flipped it open.

"Good... Good heavens!"

The driver was so scared that he fell backward, sitting down hard on the ground.

"What is this?!"

Nasr, illuminated by the moonlight, also gasped when he looked inside the coffin; his cigarette fell to the ground.

There was clearly a headless corpse inside!

However, the body had evidently undergone a mutation, with severe swelling in several areas, and even made strange writhing sounds!

"It’s the Prince! Prince Dazlert!"

Rick screamed.

He pointed to a head in the corner of the coffin, its features twisted in fright.

"The Prince was beheaded this morning, but how did his body end up here?!"

Nasr felt a chill run down his spine.

Bang!!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise.

The headless corpse in the coffin exploded, spewing disgusting clots of blood in all directions, and a giant monster over five or six meters tall rose from the ground.

In the darkness, the headless monster had two long and massive mantis-like arm blades, its entire body leaning forward like that of a deformed insect, with its surface even reflecting a silvery metallic sheen.

The three of them were so frightened that they turned pale and dared not move.

However, under the following night sky, hysterical screams echoed throughout.

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The next morning.

Chen Lun left behind his extracorporeal incarnation, and immediately used Cloud Leap to hurry to the Augusta Mountain Range.

After advancing to a Saint, he no longer needed to rely on the "B-grade Mysterious Object - Body Double" as a strut and could directly create his own extracorporeal incarnation, which albeit only around ten percent as powerful as himself, was still far superior to what he had been before and far beyond the incarnation of any ordinary Saint.

Leaving it in the Church district was more than enough to handle any surprises.

The most important difference Chen Lun found between his incarnation and the other Saints’ was that he could share all perceptions and information with his incarnation in real-time.

He suspected this was thanks to his passive skill "Multitasking," but he couldn’t be certain. If that was true, this ability would be a unique advantage of following the Path of Destiny.

Also, after Cloud Leap had evolved, he could now traverse tens of thousands of kilometers in an instant, crossing the entire Empire in probably less than a minute.

This was a terrifying power.

To pursue and kill a high-ranking member of the Destiny Faction would undoubtedly be an arduous task.

It took less than twenty seconds for him to leave the house.

Chen Lun’s figure had already appeared in the Augusta Mountain Range, hovering in mid-air, he saw the Meteor Tower built beneath the volcanic crater once again.

He adjusted his hat, carrying the Silver Staff, and flew to the door to knock on The Great Gate.

Knock knock.

It wasn’t long before The Great Gate slowly opened.

The one who opened the door wasn’t the sculpted Messenger but a woman with long blue-purple hair dressed in a simple linen robe, Miss Fleurette.

Before Chen Lun could even greet her, he saw her frown and speak,

"Jack, what on earth did you feed my Messenger? It collapsed as soon as it got back!"