I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 835 - 523: Delivery to Your Doorstep Part 2

"Then can I eat them all?"

Noah was slightly startled and took a moment to understand its meaning.

"You mean the sword inside you will devour them?"

"Yup!"

Anton nodded vigorously.

"Of course, no problem. Their spirituality has already been taken by Mr. Gallery, so you can have the bodies, Anton."

"Then I won’t be polite, Noah."

Anton laughed heartily, then...

He opened his mouth full of sharp teeth and buried his head to gnaw at the corpses on the ground.

For a moment, the spooky sound of bones crunching and flesh tearing echoed out.

Noah turned his head towards the sea, lost in thought. Suddenly, there was a whooshing sound in his ear. He turned around and saw a flamboyant young blonde man sitting on the beach, clutching his butt and wailing.

"Mr. Alec?"

He said in surprise.

"Ouch! My perfect butt must be ruined. What if the noble ladies see it and make fun of me?!"

Alec threw away a small white snake he was holding and struggled to stand up.

Noah bent down to pick up the familiar white snake, recognizing it as one of Mr. Jack’s usual methods, instantly guessing that Alec had teleported using this snake.

"Did Mr. Jack send you, Mr. Alec?"

Noah asked politely.

Alec twitched his eyes, looking aside at the cow gnawing on the corpses like it was eating watermelon, then said gloomily:

"Yes... He said it’s not over yet. There’s a high-ranking incarnation of someone named Bayleaf coming to make trouble, so he sent me to help you..."

As he spoke, he stood with his hands on his hips, thumbing toward himself.

"Don’t worry, with the great bard Alec here, you needn’t fear. Those stinking fish and shrimp from the sea will soon be beheaded by my sharp sword!"

Alec drew a decorative sword from his waist, its hilt inlaid with various cheap fake gems, the blade ornate but unsharpened.

He swung the sword a few times, trying to show off, nearly cutting his own neck in the process.

"Cough, I believe in you, Mr. Alec."

Noah nodded and said to him.

This immediately pleased Alec, who contentedly sheathed his "treasure" and continued to look at the sea with hands on his hips.

Soon, just as Alec had said, distant waves surged, the figure of a man standing atop them, rushing over quickly.

As the man approached, the water grew increasingly turbulent, like a tsunami, raising dozens of meters high waves, obscuring everyone’s view.

Alec, seeing this calamity-like scene, broke out in cold sweat on his forehead. Yet he didn’t retreat a step, instead raising his sword and laughing loudly at the figure.

"Tell the great Alec your name... I don’t kill the nameless!"

His voice roared hoarsely.

Standing on the waves, Erickson frowned, unsure what this guy was doing. Clearly just an ordinary person, yet acting so confident.

"Pretentious!"

The high-level incarnation of the Hand of Pale Leaves snorted coldly.

He raised his hand, commanding a turbulent wave to crash onto the beach. The wave, imbued with supernatural power, was as heavy as a thousand pounds. If it struck down, the area of several hundred meters where Noah and others stood would be destroyed.

Noah took a deep breath, a virtual shadow of a gallery appearing behind his head. Oil paintings flashed past quickly, soon pausing on the just-recorded "Navigator".

Gills appeared on the sides of his cheeks, his ears transforming into sharp fins. He opened his mouth, emitting a sharp and melodious sound.

Yaaaaa—

"Trying to use the Sea Demon’s song to hypnotize a high-ranking incarnation of the Deep Sea?"

Standing on the wave, Erickson sneered.

But in the next instant, his eyes widened, a strong sense of unease surging within him. Without a moment’s hesitation, he turned the waves around to leave.

Despite being just an incarnation, Erickson trusted his intuition greatly and acted decisively... It was this instinct that had helped him avoid danger many times before.

Yet this time, something unexpected happened.

He was still a step too late!

Noah, holding the small white snake, seemed to gain a certain weight. The song he sang easily "pierced" Erickson’s mysterious defenses, leaving him momentarily dazed.

In that brief moment, he fell into a slumber.

When Erickson blinked again, he found himself not on the sea, but in a huge, open-air colosseum, with dark crowds all around, loudly cheering "Alec".

Glaring sunlight streamed in, turning the sand within the colosseum hot.

Opposite him, a muscular giant of a man, fully clothed in muscles, spoke at him.

"Lowly one, state your name!"

The face was that of the blonde young man from earlier.

"Is this... a dream?"

Erickson frowned, eyes narrowing.

The giant Alec, towering at two and a half meters, glared angrily, shouting:

"I asked for your name! Answer quickly! I don’t kill the nameless!"

"Die!"

Killing intent flashed in Erickson’s eyes.

Without hesitation, he flicked his fingers. Even though the colosseum wasn’t his domain, it was no problem for a high-level incarnation.

Moisture in the air condensed into a fine, high-frequency vibrating waterline, instantly slicing towards the giant Alec’s neck.

But to Erickson’s surprise.

The "waterline" that could slice through steel walls bounced off the giant’s bare neck, emitting a piercing screech.

The unharmed giant grinned, lifting a broad sword high and slashing horizontally. In an instant, the blade, moving at an unmatched speed, left hundreds of afterimages, cutting right through Erickson’s neck!

Clang!!

The terrifying shockwave raised clouds of dust.

Blood spurted like a fountain. Erickson saw his own headless body still standing, eyes filled with horror.

"What kind of physical strength and speed... completely surpassed my reaction limits?"

The next moment, Erickson realized.

"Of course, it’s a dream, where absurdity is reasonable."

Splash!

He felt his head clutched in a huge hand. His gaze shifted, the giant’s ferocious face coming into view. The giant grinned and said:

"I told you I’d personally cut off your head, you lousy fish and shrimp!"

In the real world.

All of this happened in just half a second. Standing on the wave, Erickson’s figure froze. His head fell out of nowhere, and his body fell back, splashing into the sea.