I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

A splendid brilliance flashed in everyone's eyes, and a silver-haired woman appeared at Beckman's side.

She raised her fist, which blazed with a burst of starlight.

Beckman, as if facing a formidable enemy, did not dare to show contempt. The painting behind his head switched to "Peering," and using the supernatural power of the "Conspiracy Faction Sequence Seven—Assassin," his entire form transformed into a shadow to dodge.

But Rosa's cherry lips lightly parted, and she uttered:

"A dead end to the rear, an enigma in all directions, a path to life ahead."

Beckman's backward escape faltered, and then transformed into a forward charge. His shadowy form collided directly with Rosa's fist.

Boom!!

A silver mist bloomed like fireworks, with glints of starlight.

Beckman cried out in pain and was hurled out of the shadow, tumbling to the ground.

"Supernatural deception... 'The Silver Witch' Rosa! Impossible! Weren't you supposed to be contending with... in Hidden Veil City?!"

He spat out a mouthful of blood unwillingly.

Noah was shocked by the sudden appearance of the silver-haired woman. Of course, he recognized Rosa—she was the "sister" his mother brought home, the love child of his deceased father from his younger years outside, but he had never liked this suddenly emerging "sister"...

However, after seeing the painting in the gallery, he guessed the truth—

She was actually his brother, Rex, who had long been dead at the hands of the Red Apple Church!

"Brother...?"

"For now, you should still call me sister, Noah."

Rosa smiled indulgently.

Hearing her words, Noah found his answer, his mind reeling.

"Such touching brotherly love, it makes me itch to paint you both into the scene..."

Beckman stood up.

His eyes reflected Noah's form, and shadows of historical fragments flickered through them, retrieving fragmented information.

Subsequently, he took out a deep blue potion the size of a finger, flicked off the cork with his thumb, and downed it in one gulp.

Gulp!

Veins bulged on Beckman's face, and his eyes turned eerily cold.

"Calmness potion..."

Rosa furrowed her brow, naming the strange potion Beckman had drunk. Next, her supernatural deception would likely be ineffective.

"Ha..."

Beckman's form turned into a black shadow and vanished from the spot, his cold eyes but a fleeting glimpse.

The next second, he appeared within Rosa's shadow, extended two fingers forming the silhouette of scissors, and viciously attempted to snip at her!

Instantly, Rosa turned into a mist of silver, and the shadow scissors snapped at empty air with a click.

Beckman, missing his strike, immediately retracted into the shadow, vanishing without a trace.

"Over here!"

A crosshairs flashed in Rosa's eyes as she targeted a specific spot beside a column, flicking her fingers.

The silver fog, driven by an invisible force, became a small tornado, abruptly unravelling Beckman's figure.

"Dammit! With that punch earlier, did you plant a 'Hunter's Mark' on me?!"

Beckman voiced coldly.

He knew he could no longer rely on the shadows to remain concealed and control the flow of the encounter. Without hesitation, historical apparitions rapidly swept across his eyes, and the sound of pages flipping hurriedly could be faintly heard throughout the area.

Beckman's form grew ilusory, breaking free from the control of the silver mist tornado, reappearing in a position from several seconds earlier.

"'Earth Faction Sequence Seven—Alchemist'..."

Rosa whispered softly.

At this moment, Mona raised her revolver and quietly aimed at Beckman.

But the next instant, Roderick pressed down on her hand. Mona turned to look, and her superior's pale face showed a grim expression.

"Don't act yet, it's not the right moment... We only have one chance."

Whoosh!

Just then, the situation took a drastic turn.

Beckman suddenly showed a look of shock, a white bone key slowly materializing at his chest.

"Impossible! You promised me! As long as I give you enough...!"

The next moment, a "stream" made of flesh and blood flew in from outside the Gallery, instantly burrowing into the key, its white jade-like texture faintly glowing with an enchanting blood-red luster.

Beckman screamed in agony, kneeling with his hands covering his face.

"[A-class Mysterious Object - Bone Gallery]!"

Rosa's eyes sharpened.

"This is the sacrifice ritual of the Red Apple Church… Damn it!"

Beckman continued to wail as the white bone key was already inserted into his chest, as if embedded there.

It then began to slowly turn, as if trying to use him as a door and then open it...

Filled with dread, Beckman realized the situation had somehow gone weirdly out of his control, with the Bone Gallery losing control and beginning to consume its master. His face twisted in a snarl, his eyes flickering with Historical Shadows, trying to utilize Historical Retrospection to return to a previous state.

But it was all in vain.

"——Aaaahhh!!"

In the end, Beckman let out a hysterical roar, rushing out of the Gallery.

All his plans fell through at this moment, and he only wanted to escape from here first, to think things through slowly afterward.

During his escape, he took out three or four bottles of potions of different colors, frenziedly pouring them into his mouth, attempting to enhance himself to resist the erosion of the white bone key.

Boom!!

A loud noise attracted everyone's attention.

A dark figure descended from the sky, crashing through the ceiling of the Gallery and plummeting straight down.

He also held a silver cane in his hand, swinging it down at Beckman's head.

"?!"

Beckman jerked his head up, puzzled as he looked at this "visitor from the sky."

He tried to dodge, but due to the erosion of the white bone key, he couldn't control his body and stood frozen on the spot.

Bang!!

Huge black wings dissipated, and a young man with black hair took off his hat, looking around bewilderedly, and then said,

"I haven't come too late, have I?"

Everyone was startled.

"It's Mr. Jack!"
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The Pompey family among the guests, seeing the young man who had descended from the sky, couldn't help but be surprised. Rebecca clenched her little fists tighter, her entire focus on him.

"Jack... That guy actually dares to show up..."

Roderick narrowed his eyes.

Mona remained silent, frowning slightly as she watched the situation at the center, which seemed to have taken an even more unpredictable turn.

"Damn it!"

Beckman trembled all over, struggling to his feet; his face was covered in blood, his expression twisted.

That hit just now made his head still buzz.

"This feeling of a blow to the head descending from the sky is kind of addictive... what's with that?"

Chen Lun thought to himself.

He immediately glanced at the familiar faces in the crowd, then saw Floey standing behind the crowd, smiling at him, her mouth slightly open, silently saying,

"You're back."

Chen Lun returned the smile.

Then he turned his head and saw Noah and Rosa.

Noah had already broken free from the control of the painting and was sitting against the corner of the wall, looking somewhat weak. Rosa stood by her brother's side, and after making eye contact with Chen Lun, although a bit surprised, she still spoke up to remind him,

"Beckman is on the verge of losing control… Desperate fights of a cornered beast, be careful of his frantic counterattack."

With the Bone Gallery backfiring on him, Beckman, temporarily unable to use the oil painting with supernatural properties, took out a leather glove from his pocket and slowly put it on.

The glove was thin and light, but it was covered with intricate circuitry and various miniature gauges. It looked dazzling, making one wonder how such a small glove could hold so many components.

"[B-class Mysterious Object - Palm Fireworks]!"