I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Chen Lun watched the distant figure of the three women in pain, exhaling deeply.

'This is the first step.'

He thought to himself.

Designing a plan to kill Emperor Andre was no simple task.

Your Majesty Conrad once warned him.

Although the Sun King is not the King of Angels, he excels in combat; at the end of the Fourth Era, Andre became famous through constant battles, and in the Fifth Era, he dominated the continent for over four thousand years.

With the S-level Mysterious Object [Sunlight Spear] in hand, the Sun King's actual combat power approaches that of the King of Angels; underestimating him would be a fatal mistake.

As the most important Sub-God under the Fierce Father, there must be other angels hidden behind the Sun King… this is the protection the Fierce Father provides the Sun King for ensuring his own stability.

Chen Lun firmly remembers Your Majesty Conrad's warning.

Without this information, he might make some elementary mistakes, but now he knows clearly that only by giving his all does he have a chance to kill Emperor Andre, and thus threaten the Fierce Father, gaining a slim chance of survival for himself, his subordinates, and even the entire world.

He divided his plan into three steps.

The first step is especially important, which is to seek allies.

Chen Lun has repeatedly defeated powerful enemies and overcome difficulties by relying on collaboration… he has never considered this a shameful thing.

If someone is strong enough, perhaps they don't need these.

But when one is weak, this becomes a very useful strategy.

Although Chen Lun's current maximum combat power touched Angel Level, the enemies he would face next were impossible to defeat by individual might alone.

Cooperating and forming alliances became necessary.

Whoosh!

After stepping through the Bronze Great Gate, Chen Lun's figure flashed and vanished, directly blinking to the deepest layer of the Dark World.

This originally pitch-black realm has drastically changed now.

The sky is full of cracks, even opening a large mouth, from which bright, dazzling beams of light descend, illuminating the entire view.

The three-layered space shattered by divine war has undergone integration, gradually transforming into a form resembling the shallow layers of the Spirit World, becoming brighter, more transparent, and more akin to present-day contours.

Proud Sun still holds the broken sword, sitting on the Earth's center.

Beside him, former Sun Pope Martin Gustus always keeps vigil, holding [Awakening Truth], praying softly.

With Chen Lun's arrival, Martin stopped chanting.

He turned around, showing a surprised expression under the white wide-brimmed hat.

"Your Majesty Jack."

Martin greeted, speaking in a deep voice:

"Even at the ends of darkness, I've heard of your deeds…"

He shook his head, sighing.

"Only by seeing personally can one know the truth… The Fierce Father once again used his great power to alter people's perceptions, the Empire's siege this time was truly unjustified, and I have no sympathy for the Sun Church's fate."

Chen Lun was silent for a moment.

"When can Proud Sun awaken?"

"Currently unclear."

Martin shook his head.

"Please notify Your Majesty Martin when Proud Sun awakens."

"Of course."

Chen Lun made a request but felt disappointed within.

He glanced at the sleeping Arno, then turned around to leave.

Shortly after Chen Lun left.

Proud Sun opened its eyes.

He had already awakened but was unwilling to face this friend.

"Master, Emperor Andre once exiled you, and now sacrifices billions of mortals for the Fierce Father's stability… Why don't you help Your Majesty Jack Spett?"

Martin Gustus hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a low voice.

Arno slowly stood up, looking up at the beams of light in the sky.

"I once hated him too, but not because of the exile, rather the divergence in ideals and Faith… I have witnessed the world's misery, he remains devout yet never loves the so-called people."

He shook his head, showing disappointment.

"But regardless, he is my father… I cannot help Jack kill his father."

Martin Gustus bowed his head, sighed lightly.

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In Lin State, Vertu City, Saint Aye's Town.

A remote low-rent district.

In a dilapidated, dirty room on the second floor, an elderly man with gray hair lay on a bed, his wrinkled face showing pain and reluctance.

"Father, Brother Dagen has already gathered enough money to buy medicine from Dr. Lorade, please hold on, the illness will soon be cured…"

The young woman sat at the bedside, forcing a smile to console.

Her hair was dry and yellow, somewhat messy, her eyes still carried tear stains.

"Don't waste money, Kosha… Behind the kitchen table, in the cookie jar, there's still hidden thirty Silver Ducats and eighty Copper Kro, that's for you, find a man to marry, the money can be used to buy some household goods."

The old man spoke weakly, struggling.

The daughter leaned close to his mouth, listened, then burst into tears.

"Cough! Cough!!"

Suddenly, the old man coughed violently, eyes wide, blood spurting from his mouth.

"Father!"

The woman screamed, hurriedly rising, using a towel to wipe the blood the old man spit, but realized it wasn't working and panicked, running outside, shouting for help.

The old man convulsed alone in the room, making painful wails.

Suddenly, the old man noticed something, his gaze turning to the side.

A long-haired man wearing a dark yellow cloak had unknowingly sat on the chair by the bedside, looking at him with a face full of Mercy.

"An… Angel…"

The old man murmured.

From a young age, he was taught to believe in the angels dwelling in Saint Aye's Town, who would take all the deceased to Paradise.

"Was that your daughter just now?"

Seth smiled and asked.

The old man, for some reason, suddenly felt his pain disappear, speech became smooth… he gave the man a grateful smile, relieved:

"Yes, Angel, that was my daughter, Kosha."

"A lively child."

Seth picked up an apple from the table, peeling its skin and removing the rotten parts with a knife, handing it to the old man.

"Don't worry about her, she will live well... Eat, and after you finish, I'll take you away."

"Thank you."

The old man nodded gratefully.

He slowly nibbled at the apple, savoring the taste of life's final moments.

After eating, he glanced around, as if wanting to imprint this poor yet warm home in his mind.

Soon, the old man got up from the sickbed and followed Seth out of the room.

He paused at the door, looked back, and saw his own body still lying on the bed, a peaceful smile on his face.

A moment later.

Seth stood alone at the bottom of the tenement building, while the sound of a woman's wailing came from the second floor. He remained calm.

"That old fellow was polluted."

Seth spoke softly.

"So you extinguished his spirituality, preventing an out-of-control mutation?"

Beside him, without knowing when a gentleman in a black hat appeared, standing with an ivory white cane, looking up at the tenement building with Seth.

Seth nodded.

"I like it here, so I will make it as painless as possible for these dying mortals to leave, guiding their spirituality to the Divine Kingdom."

After a while.

Chen Lun spoke solemnly:

"Your Majesty Seth, I would like to ask for your help."

"I won't intervene, Jack."

Seth said blandly.

With hands behind his back, he quietly watched the woman on the second floor leave desolately, supported by a slightly older man.

"This is a conflict between you, Emperor Andre, and even Scorching Father. I don't want to get involved... While I sympathize with these ordinary people, my abilities are limited, and I can only take care of Saint Aye's Town at most."

Chen Lun's heart sank.

He opened his mouth, intending to persuade again, but Seth turned to look at him, seemingly guessing what he was about to say.

"I don't care about the divine position at all, nor do I believe that you could kill the Mud Monster in the future, so let's drop this matter and talk no more."

Seeing this, Chen Lun said no more.

He took off his hat, slowly saluted Seth, then took a step and vanished from the spot.

After he left, Seth took out an unfinished historical manuscript, holding a quill, but did not put pen to paper for a long time.

After a while, he shook his head.

"The great undertaking that the Ring Duke couldn't complete, could the King in Azure really achieve it…"

Seth remained silent for a moment, then finally put away the history book.

"Perhaps I can try to believe him this one time."

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"Sorry Jack, I can't help you at the moment... The last oracle left by the Ring Duke is for me to strictly guard the seal of the Eternal Sleeper, and I can feel that the Ring Duke's emphasis on the Eternal Sleeper even far exceeds that of other True Gods. To ensure the stability of the seal, I cannot leave the Far East."

Chen Lun stood under the Holy Tree, looking up.

The illusory yet prominent golden branches covered the sky, spectacularly.

In his mind, a message from Your Majesty Oscar echoed.

Except for the Lady of Three Sorrows, all rescue plans have encountered setbacks. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

'The first step is crucial, but it's even more challenging than anticipated.'

Suddenly, he felt a weight on his shoulder.

Turning his head, he found a white cat with golden antlers on its head standing on his shoulder, quietly gazing at him with amber feline eyes.

"Rest assured, I'll help you."

The white cat slowly spoke, lazily.

Chen Lun was taken aback, then smiled.

The originally oppressive mood slightly lifted.

"Thank you, Your Majesty Maggie."

The Cat God waved its paw, seemingly unconcerned.

Maggie then leaped down from his shoulder, preparing to sleep under the Holy Tree.

At this moment, in his sight, a letter with wings flew from the horizon... Chen Lun recognized it as a high-level magic known as the "Wind Messaging Technique."

The envelope landed straight into his hand, its fluttering wings turning into phantoms and dissipating, leaving only a gentle breeze brushing his face.

In Chen Lun's eyes, a glimmer of confusion appeared.

He opened the letter, browsed through it briefly, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

This letter came from the Meteor Tower, written by Mage Carmen's teacher, Ms. Fleurette.

The letter was concise and to the point, the core meaning being one sentence:

"I will help with your plan."

Lastly, Ms. Fleurette explicitly stated that this is an oracle from True Magic God Mr. Jing Yao!

Chen Lun was astonished by this.

He turned to look at the white cat and realized that the reason Your Majesty Maggie offered to help must largely be due to Ms. Holy Tree, the True God of Nature's intent.

The True God of the Path of Sorrow and Joy has always been quietly watching him!

Chen Lun took a deep breath.

Thud!

He gently propped the white cane on the lawn.

Boom——

Under the Golden Sacred Tree, a white throne rose from the ground.

Chen Lun ascended the steps with the wind, finally sitting on the throne.

His calm eyes overlooked the entire Old Spirit Realm, and he slowly spoke:

"The Lord of the Spirit World and Immortal Realm, Jack Spett, hereby declares that this era shall end with me!"

In an instant.

Countless beings of the Old Spirit Realm heard this calm oracle.

Whoa!

The Descendants of Darkness in the Nameless City stopped their work, rushing excitedly into the streets and squares.

The feline residents of Cat Town Kazt, led by High Priest Daye, gathered beneath the White Tower.

The Circus officers assembled atop the White Tower.

Everyone looked towards the direction of the Heavenly Fields, uniting in worship beneath the Holy Tree and the White Throne, chanting loudly the esteemed name of the King in Azure...