I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

It was late in the evening.

The opera had ended early, and when Chen Lun left the marine pavilion with Floey, there were hardly any guests left.

The two strolled down the gravel path, flanked by artificial trees rustling in the wind.

Chen Lun suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"What's wrong?"

Floey asked, puzzled.

Chen Lun didn't make a sound but scanned the area silently. The sense of impending crisis that had suddenly arisen in his heart was still not dissipating.

Whoosh—!

The next second, a hand shot out from under his feet, grabbing at his ankle.

Chen Lun, expressionless, neither dodged nor evaded but stomped down.

Bang!!

"Ah!"

A buzzing scream followed.

The attacking hand had been stomped on and retracted.

Immediately after, a figure emerged from the ground not far in front of Chen Lun.

He was dressed in a suit, with a silver pot on his head and a silver cane in hand.

It was the mysterious society's "Gentleman."

He stomped his foot in agitation, shaking his right hand continuously. His palm had begun to turn black, evidently from being hit by Chen Lun's "Scorpion Tail Needle."

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

The voice came from inside the silver pot on the Gentleman's neck.

"Mr. Spade, your supernatural toxin is really annoying."

The blackening on the palm was spreading to his wrist. The Gentleman, decisive, summoned some transcendent power, and his body's outline began to blur.

Flipping, flipping...

The odd sound of pages turning arose.

The Gentleman's figure appeared and vanished one after another, like the pages of a book being turned.

Eventually, the blurred figure stilled and merged with his real body.

The blackness on his palm disappeared, returning to normal.

"Phew... That was close!"

The Gentleman exaggeratedly mimed wiping sweat, but in reality, he just wiped the surface of the silver pot.

"[Earth Faction][Sequence Eight - Historian]?"

Chen Lun narrowed his eyes.

The opponent's method of dealing with the supernatural toxin just now was clearly a skill unique to [Historians]. He had browsed through history to find himself a few seconds earlier and then used the overlap in histories to restore himself.

It was a strong survival skill, but it likely had significant limitations.

First, considering his current sequence level, he could at most browse through his own history from the past ten seconds, and it probably also consumed a lot of physical strength.

And that's probably why he said it was a "close call"…

"How did you find me?"

Chen Lun asked calmly, watching him.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Oh, of course, I followed that piece of paper..."

The Gentleman explained, spreading his hands open.

"It had my historical imprint on it."

He did a few tap dancing steps on the spot and then shrugged his shoulders and chuckled twice.

"I'm just curious, Mr. Spade, why weren't you drained dry by that page? You should know, I've killed several Transcendents with that method before."

Chen Lun frowned slightly.

What did he mean? In the past, had the Gentleman from the mysterious society sold that page to kill other members, then used premeditated schemes to locate the individuals after the fact, and collected their bodies?

So sinister, yet called a Gentleman... Pfah.

But the bit of Sanity drained by the page shouldn't be enough to kill someone, right...?

"Could it be because I'm from the [Destiny Faction] Sequence, or because of [Maggie's Tear]...?"

Chen Lun guessed privately.

According to the description in the prompt box, the page came from [Philip's Dreamland Adventure]. He had only a few connections with Philip, but he didn't know the specific reason.

In any case, it seemed he had some special trait that prevented him from being drained dry by the page.

"But it doesn't matter anymore. Since you came looking, Mr. Spade, if you're not dead, you'll have to die."

The Gentleman said.

As soon as his words ended, he lept forward, swinging his cane down overhead.

Woo!!

With a light push, Chen Lun tossed Floey to the side, and she landed steadily outside the combat zone. Instantly, he dodged the cane by shifting his position, appearing beside the Gentleman.

His fingers formed a beak, pecking toward his side.

Chi—!

A jet of blood sprayed out.

The Gentleman turned at the limit, barely avoiding being pierced by the Stork Peck, but the pitch-black sharp fingers still left a wound on his waist.

"Mr. Spade's speed is really fast!"

An exclamation came from inside the Silver Pot's head.

His cane didn't stop, and as he twisted his body, it lashed laterally, aiming straight for Chen Lun's head.

——Woo!!

The cane broke through the air, creating a sonic boom.

Chen Lun dared not underestimate the strike, deciding to keep using his speed to duel with his opponent.

He stepped back half a step, narrowly avoiding the cane, with the wind from the strike lifting his black hair. He was about to brace forward and counterattack the next moment when he found the cane suddenly elongated, with a spear tip emerging from the end, stabbing towards him like a long spear!

Clang—Slash!

Chen Lun subconsciously released his scale armor for protection, but still felt a sharp pain.

Amidst the sparks flying, he was shoved back several meters by the cane turned into a spear, dragging two long marks on the ground with his legs.

Before he could assess his wounds, the cane suddenly separated into dozens of connected spikes, lashing toward him like a steel whip!

A streak of silver light flashed under the night sky, with countless spikes reflecting the moonlight, resembling a river of stars in the universe.

Chen Lun's rhythm was disrupted by this sudden change, and he realized he missed the timing to dodge, with no room left for maneuvering.

Making a split-second decision, he took out Connie No. 1 from the Grape Ring, enduring the whip's blow while he threw out a high-combustion fireball.

Crack—Boom!!

Two loud sounds erupted simultaneously.

Chen Lun tumbled backward in the air, scattering a string of blood beads, his palm supported him off the ground, and he flipped mid-air to finally stand steady.

His brows knitted slightly, the scales on his chest and shoulders had fallen off, and his skin and flesh were grazed away by the opponent's peculiar cane, blood dripping profusely.

Looking up, Chen Lun's eyes hardened.

"That was close, Mr. Spade. You almost got burned to death!"

The Gentleman's cane had retracted into his hand, transformed into a large silver round shield at some point. The ground held the remnants of the fiery sparks, but he was completely unharmed.

Clearly, he had used the shield to block the high-combustion fireball.

The two had crossed hands in the blink of an eye, and the result was Chen Lun at a disadvantage.

Floey at the side bit her lip, her small hand clenched tightly. Explore more stories at empire

"I don't want to hide behind him anymore. I want to help him..."

She whispered to herself.

After a moment of silence,

It was as though she was listening to something.

"It doesn't matter. My time isn't much anyway. Give me your strength,"

Floey said calmly.

Black light blossomed from her fingertips, seemingly about to erupt the next second, but then she suddenly lifted her head, and the black light dissipated.

Clang—!!

A deafening sound rang out.

"How can it be so fast?!"

The Gentleman's voice of shock came from inside the Silver Pot's head.

His body jerked backward, raising the Silver Shield to withstand a fierce hit!

A dark golden figure suddenly appeared before him, with arms like pythons, and palms like cannons, relentlessly smashing shadowy afterimages onto the Silver Shield.

Each punch was a Rhinoceros Impact!

Each palm strike was a Bear Strike!

On Chen Lun's face, covered in scales, emerged a fierce and sinister grin, his snake-like eyes cold and bloodthirsty.

The Great Serpent Form!