I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Chen Lun even noticed the birth of many newborns.

Listening to their cries, he couldn't help but feel happy.

'Looks like Floey's contribution is indispensable…'

Thinking that, Chen Lun's gaze fell on the Heavenly Fields, where a figure in a black skirt was dazing beside the white throne.

He approached, getting within an arm's length of the girl with pale golden hair, but she didn't notice him at all.

The doll-like features and light purple eyes seemed lost in thought.

Chen Lun resisted the urge to speak.

[Nameless] The ritual continues, if I were to suddenly reveal myself, all previous efforts would be for naught…

Sighing inwardly, he decided to leave.

Just then, he faintly heard a serene, ethereal voice behind him say:

"I'll always wait for you…"

Chen Lun paused slightly, but he did not turn back.

He merely quietly went to the present world.

After spending about half a day observing, he saw the world immersed in continuous conflict; Tresor, Byron, Beelzebub, and Shuoli, as well as dozens of small and large factions, were engaged in mutual attacks.

Players appeared in various factions, involved in this epoch-making war.

Now, in version 3.1, besides the main quest still being locked, their level cap was opened to 170, which is the limit of Sequence Five.

The Polaris Squad progressed rapidly.

Among them, Polaris had already advanced to Sequence Five [Juggler], with a total level reaching 148, and other top players were around level 120, preparing to advance to Sequence Five.

Additionally, the first echelon was about the same, mostly in Sequence Six, with a few in Sequence Five.

Generally speaking, mid-sequence transcendent players have become the main force.

Although, with the pyramid-like structure developing, the number of high-end players will become fewer and fewer, but adding them up, mid-sequence players more than definitely exceed 300,000!

This terrifying force is having a huge impact on the Sun Continent!

Chen Lun is like a ghost forgotten by the world, drifting everywhere, overlooking the flow of everything.

He only quietly observes.

Observing this epoch-making chaos triggered by himself.

The ritual feedback is constant, therefore the region's notoriety gained had already broken through 1,000 points, reaching a third of what is needed for promotion.

The influence of this grand event far exceeds Chen Lun's expectations.

As long as the notoriety meets the standard, he can simply wait to be forgotten by others.

'Judging by this pace, there might not even be a need for a hundred years… Even if the influence gradually wanes, at most it will take just a few decades.'

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When his gaze returns once again to the Outer Continent.

It's already been two days for Neil.

The consciousness Chen Lun left in him didn't sense anything unexpected except occasionally providing Neil with "epiphany experience cards" at crucial moments, rarely communicating with him.

One must admit, although this little guy's talent isn't much, his perseverance and willpower are outstanding. With Chen Lun's help, he starts early and stays up late, utilizing solitary time to secretly train, and has already mastered Mr. Bales' "Knight Swordsmanship" successfully and is able to use it proficiently.

In Chen Lun's eyes, it equates to "Knight Swordsmanship LV2."

Of course, most importantly, Neil comprehended the supernatural knowledge of the Holy Fire Pathway, advancing to become a transcendent!

Sequence Nine [Dancer]!

According to Chen Lun's estimation, Neil's current power likely has already surpassed the so-called "Knights."

The only lacking part might be battle experience and mindset.

Coincidentally, Fork Dutte recently developed an urge for fun, considering leaving Black Horn Fortress to go hunting in the outskirts.

Neil follows as a knight's attendant, taking the chance to fight various wild beasts in the wilderness, witnessing bloodshed, his temperament and experience no longer as naive as initially.

Time flickers for a month.

During this period, Neil follows Fork on six or seven hunting trips. To hide his strength and state, he never spoke, and his right thumb was always wrapped in a bandage, unless he had the chance to leave Fork and the other guardians' sight, he usually wouldn't make a move.

Chen Lun watched Neil train "Knight Swordsmanship" to max level in this short month, combined with [Dancer]'s grants of agility and dexterity, now possessing the capital for rebellion!

The war came as scheduled.

In the dawn of this day, Miller Baron gathered his men in the open grounds of Black Horn Castle to muster troops.

Eldest son Kru wore lightweight leather armor, with a sharpened cross sword at his waist, the eighteen, nineteen-year-old youth appeared vigorous and vivid.

Having undergone baptism, he was now a formal "Knight"!

Leading over a hundred militiamen, participating in the raid on Yardan territory.

Neil was among them.

Still dressed in burlap clothing, holding a long-handled scythe in hand.

Forget complete metal armor, even leather armor was quite expensive, the militias in the territory didn't receive such good treatment.

As for weapons, don't mention it, they were some self-provided farming tools.

The slightly better ones were rusted machetes or axes.

"Kru, remember what I mentioned to you last night."

Miller, holding a metal bucket-shaped helmet, his shiny armor gleamed brightly, turned to his eldest son, spoke solemnly.

"Yes, Father, I remember it well."

Kru replied.

Miller nodded in satisfaction, then discreetly glanced at Neil among the crowd, holding the English Lion Sword high, shouting:

"Thomas, Xing'er, gather your teams and head out with me!"

"Yes, Baron!"

The fifteen fully armed knights in tow led about 400 troops, grandly left the gates of Black Horn Fortress.

Kru was visibly excited, his eyes flickered with anticipation.

It was as if he could already see himself fighting bravely in the subsequent sweep, earning the admiration of countless territory residents, ultimately successfully occupying Yardan territory, becoming the new lord under the glory of honors.

"Neil, step out!"

Kru suddenly shouted.

The "mute" youth wore a respectful expression, clumsily holding the ludicrous long-handled scythe, came before Kru, lowered his head.

Kru intended to mock this "clown," soon to die on the battlefield, and establish rules for nearly a hundred militiamen under his command.

Suddenly.

The youth before him abruptly raised his head, revealing a vicious smile.

"You…"

Kru was stunned on the spot.

Even the four knights beside him froze.

Neil raised the scythe high in an eerie gesture, then spun on the spot like a dance, the strength from his waist and legs transferring to his hand, his entire body was like a tightly twisted rag, then released.

The scythe slashed through at terrifying speed.

With a swoosh!

Cold light slashed obliquely, tracing a wide circular arc!

Kru's head leapt high, then abruptly fell.

His face bore an astonished expression, blood gushed from the severed neck.

After a few seconds of dead silence, the scene exploded.

"Young Master Kru is dead!!"