I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

"Noah, congratulations, you'll soon be appointed as the Bishop of the Church... and I'm still just a little Nun doing odd jobs."

Maggie said with a playful smile.

Noah scratched the back of his head, embarrassed.

"Don't say that, Miss Maggie."

He raised his hand, and shadows instantly filled the entire room. The corpses of those white cat missionaries were engulfed in shadowy "coffins," then compressed into a mass and absorbed into Noah's palm.

"Return them, send them back to the Divine Kingdom of Our King, to rest beside Our Lord..."

Noah murmured softly.

Maggie put away her playful demeanor and nodded seriously.

The Polaris Squad bid farewell to Noah and the others, then left separately. Although this S-rank mission had failed, Beizi's main goal had actually been achieved. Next, preparations for the Saint's promotion would begin.

The team was still very happy about this.

Furthermore, they had established contact with the Dawn Church, which meant they had found an organization, and who knew when they might join in the future.

Everyone left.

Outside the empty and lifeless residential building, only the sound of gunfire and artillery echoed continuously.

Ten minutes later, the air rippled and distorted, and three tall figures emerged, led by President McNeil of the History and Ritual Association.

His gaze instantly froze, staring at the corpses on the ground, silent for a long time.

"Shakir is dead."

McNeil sighed.

Behind him, a woman in a brown high-collared trench coat spoke:

"The Dawn Church isn't so easily dealt with, he was careless."

McNeil did not respond.

His face stern, he waved his hand.

Rustle, rustle...

The sound of pages turning echoed around.

The empty large room seemed to be covered in a layer of dim yellow light.

The outlines of the floor, ceiling, walls, and windows began to detach layer by layer, emitting a dim color, then as if time was rewinding, the scene began to retrace.

From the moment Noah and the others entered the room to Shakir's arrival, and just as he was about to strike, he was hypnotized by the singing, then covered by shadows until he fell to his death...

President McNeil and the two members of the "Secret-Keeping Seven Sages" behind him silently watched without a word.

The "replay" reflected in their eyes.

Soon, McNeil's fingers moved slightly, rewinding the scene again, this time stopping at the moment the Magic Scroll appeared and Noah's singing began.

"This is the key to Shakir's downfall."

McNeil said casually.

Another long-haired male Sage spoke:

"The scroll crafted by the Magic Demigod contained Angel Rank's hypnotic power... This is the essence of Lady Sigh Dominiya."

The female Sage said solemnly:

"These people came prepared, and Shakir's trap not only failed but also ensnared his own neck... It even facilitated the metamorphosis of that young Priest to become the [Darkside]."

"The Dawn Church has always been hidden in the Old Spirit Realm, the intelligence we can obtain is limited. It turns out, the Three Ladies of Suffering became the object of the Dawn Church's worship, in addition to the known Cat God, making up four Sub-God level Angels, including Lady Gloom, the King of Angels, truly difficult to deal with..."

McNeil spoke, then turned his gaze towards Alec.

"This guy is strange, be cautious if you encounter him, I suspect he is a fictional character of a certain Angel of Destiny, possessing the characteristic of being Undying and Immortal, also carrying a powerful Mysterious Object."

The two behind him nodded gravely at the President's words.

McNeil stepped forward, employing the Sequence Ability of the Earth Demi-God [Grave Digger], his figure too was covered with a layer of dim yellow light, seemingly merging into the historic scene.

He directly approached Alec's "corpse," bent down and plucked a Serpent Ring from its finger.

However, at this moment.

McNeil furrowed his brow.

"An anti-divination Mysterious Object? Or an enhancement of hierarchy..."

He murmured, his expression turning cold.

"The aura of the King in Azure, ha, even after being dead for so long, still trying to protect these subordinates?"

McNeil clenched his palm tightly, forcibly pulling the Serpent Ring from the history. A painful hiss seemed to echo around, as the other two "Secret-Keeping Seven Sages" members witnessed a scene transmitted from afar.

It was a small white snake curled up in the hand of a spectacled youth, its Life force disappearing with it.

The two could hear the youth's exclamation.

They couldn't help but let out a cold, pleasurable laugh.

"With this Token, Your Majesty the Scroll Keeper will definitely be satisfied."

McNeil opened his palm, his ghostly eyes fixed on it.

The Serpent Ring, covered in a dim yellow hue, lay quietly.

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Deep within the Spirit World, in a secret space artificially carved out.

Here, an endless icy plain was presented.

The biting cold wind blew fiercely, carrying razor-sharp snowflakes, brutally sweeping through the entire white world.

In the depths of the blizzard where visibility was extremely low, a plain stone round table was placed on the vast icy surface, around which sat a dozen or so figures of various sizes.

"As the host of this gathering, I propose a toast to all of you."

The Snow Gentleman lifted a cup carved from ice crystals, smiling.

The feathered hat atop his head and the white fur cloak both danced in the wind, like an elf in the snow.

The people were silent, only raising their cups symbolically in acknowledgment.

In the quiet setting, only the Parrot Earl with the flowered hat stated:

"To a toast."

After a moment.

The Scroll Keeper, clad in a soil-colored ancient Bishop's robe and wearing a high hat resembling a mummy, toyed with the Serpent Ring in his hand and said in a hoarse voice:

"I have obtained the key to entering the 'Immortal Realm,' Garcia, are you interested in participating?"

Garcia, sitting at the other end of the round table, furrowed his brow slightly.

"'Immortal Realm' is the Divine Kingdom of the Azure King, formerly the Old Spirit Realm... Not only does the Cat God reside there, but now the Three Ladies of Pain have joined. Are you sure you want to enter so rashly?"

"That's why I chose to cooperate with the Worldly Secret Cult."

The Scroll Keeper chuckled deeply.

"With the help of the Ancient Gods, the Cat God and the Three Ladies of Pain are no longer obstacles... Once we join forces to enter the Immortal Realm, we must prioritize seizing the authority. Even if something unexpected happens, we must destroy the Immortal Realm and disrupt any possible Promotion Ceremony the Azure King might have."

Garcia pondered.

His gaze swept across the many Ancient Gods around the table, the weakest among them being at the Angel Rank, and the strongest, Mr. Lone Island, subtly surpassed even himself.

This gave Garcia a bit more confidence.

"Destroy the Immortal Realm... Are you planning to force the Azure King to take action, thereby interrupting his angelic Promotion Ceremony?"

"That's right."

The Scroll Keeper said coolly.

At this moment, the Hat Boy sitting crouched in the chair, his body mostly hidden in a retro pointed hat, squealed:

"How are you planning to do that, Leonid... Don't forget, we want the 'No Return Land.' If you can't help us take that, then let's forget about this cooperation."

"No 'No Return Land,' no cooperation."

The Echoing Earl repeated.

The Scroll Keeper glanced at the Hat Boy and laughed hoarsely:

"Of course, I haven't forgotten that crucial condition of our collaboration, but for safety's sake, the plan still uses the Pope from the Dawn Church as the entry point... He holds the authority of the Immortal Realm."

"A mere Saint, leave him to me."

The Emerald Bird, with a human body dressed in formal attire, spoke indifferently.

Mr. Lone Island, the most robust and burly, spoke with a resonant voice:

"I'll handle the Cat God, leave the Three Ladies of Pain to the Chiliarch, Snow Gentleman, and Feast Pine. The other members of the Secret Cult can move with you two. How does that sound?"

The Scroll Keeper and Garcia deliberated briefly and agreed to the proposal.

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Immortal Realm.

At night, a bright and clear full moon hung in the sky.

This was a "spectacle" that Floey struggled to create over a few years using the Miserable World and the authority of Immortal Realm.

Countless inhabitants of the Immortal Realm marveled, praised, and even sang for this.

Every night, many residents of the City of Cats and the City of Light look up at the moon, praying silently to the Gods.

However, what they don't know is.

The purpose of Floey's actions was quite pure and simple.

It was merely to fulfill a vow, waiting for someone.

On the large, round azure celestial body.

In the silent darkness, there stood a simple three-story apartment, surrounded by vast and endless grey earth, devoid of any life.

The first floor of the apartment was a flower shop surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows, filled with various flowers, with two cups of steaming flower tea on the table.

At the side of the apartment entrance, hung a metal nameplate.

"Number 7 Denton Street."

A moment passed.

A figure descended from the second floor.

It was Floey, dressed in a black dress with an apron tied at the chest, smiling slightly, carrying two plates of food and entering the flower shop alone.

Putting down the plates, she elegantly untied the apron, folded it neatly and placed it aside, then sat alone on the chair, dazedly staring out of the window.

The beautiful purple eyes reflected the dead silent darkness and the empty grey earth.

"Five years, Lord Jack..."

The girl murmured.

"Floey is already on the Moon, but why haven't you returned?"

She raised her right hand, looking at the rings on her middle and ring fingers, falling into reminiscence and contemplation.

There was an ivory white Serpent Ring and a ring embedded with a purple gemstone.

The longing in Floey's heart grew day by day, resonating with the solitude of the environment and contrasting sharply with the bustling world under the moonlight in the Immortal Realm.

She had reached the end of the Black Sun Sequence Four, the Undead. All conditions were met early, but she never tried the Promotion Ceremony for Sequence Three demigod, the Ember.

"Ember, surviving from the extinguished fire, living towards death..."

Floey murmured.

"But I'm afraid, Lord Jack... Floey fears never seeing you again, worried about failing your trust, leaving the Immortal Realm uncontrolled."

Who knows how long passed.

The flower tea and meal had both cooled down.

Suddenly.

Floey was startled from her stupor by the sound of prayer.

She sighed softly and walked out of the flower shop.

Once she stepped outside, her image changed abruptly, the casual black dress transformed into a voluminous solemn black robe cloak, with a pope's crown on her head.

Her expression turned indifferent.

Floey transformed into a black light, descending straight from the Moon to the front of the Dawn Church in the City of Cats.

Noah, Maggie, and Alec were quietly waiting.

Seeing Noah had already ascended to Conspiracy Saint, surprise flickered in Floey's eyes, but before she could congratulate, she saw Noah hurriedly raised his hand.

In his open palm lay a curled-up, lifeless white snake.

"Please pardon me, Pope Floey. The white snake left by Mr. Jack was destroyed by the enemy in my hand..."

Floey furrowed her brows slightly.

She carefully took the white snake's corpse, paused, and coldly said:

"History and Ritual Association!"