I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

When perception returned once more.

Chen Lun suddenly felt as if a lifetime had passed.

The first thing he did upon "awakening" was to summon the panel to take a look.

This time, however, he was somewhat astonished.

[Regional Renown: 4456 Points (Epic Renown: 148 Points)]

'I remember before the ritual began, my regional renown was 1325 points, and now it has accumulated to 3131 points…'

The requirement for the angelic promotion task was for a grand event to continuously provide influence for the ritual, accumulating 100 epic renown points in the process, which translates to 3000 regional renown points.

Chen Lun now had already exceeded the requirement!

'How long have I been asleep?!'

He immediately projected his perception outward.

Instantly, he froze again in amazement.

Here, on the Outer Continent.

It had been a full twenty-two years since he fell asleep!

'Including the initial three to four years, that makes twenty-five or six years, which is over five years on the Sun Continent…'

Chen Lun felt a sense of emotion.

'Unexpectedly, only one-twentieth of the "Hundred Years of Concealment" has passed, and I have already overly completed what the ritual required. Indeed, the series of events following the death of the Sun King had a tremendous impact… Of course, there was also the secret assistance from His Majesty Conrad and the Generous Council, who continuously added 'fuel' to the ritual.'

He calmed his mind and perceived feedback from the ritual.

Soon he gained insight.

Next, he only needed to wait for the world to gradually forget the name "King in Azure," and then he would successfully complete the promotion to become an eternal being.

An angel's lifespan is nearly infinite, never dying a natural death.

By then, his strength would once again undergo a qualitative transformation.

Chen Lun glanced again at the Experience Points reserve on the panel.

In the spirit world war back then, he single-handedly killed over twenty Saints, two Demigods, and millions of players.

This alone had accumulated nearly 200 million Experience Points.

Afterward, he continued to hunt down Empire elites to force the Sun King to reveal himself, successively taking down over a dozen Saints, two Demigods, and millions of players.

This added up to another nearly 200 million Experience Points.

Lastly, when he participated in killing the Sun King, delivering the fatal blow, Chen Lun received nearly 300 million Experience Points.

Adding the over 100 million Experience Points originally left on the panel, and those sporadically obtained from subordinate players and the Century War during his years of slumber, Chen Lun's Experience Points reserve had astonishingly reached nine billion!

[Experience Points: 93547W/1000W]

'If I transcend to eternity and become the [Nameless], these nine billion three hundred million Experience Points should be enough for me to level up a significant number of levels at once, right?'

Chen Lun felt immensely expectant.

Immediately, he tried to extend his perception further into the outside world.

Fortunately, the original "host" Nerlucius had not died, not only was he doing well, but he had also reached the Holy Fire Pathway Sequence Five [Flame Worshiper].

He was only a step away from advancing to High-ranking Saint [Shadow by the Hearth].

Just that his current situation seemed quite unfavorable.

Neil was in a rather dark cell, his body suffering severe damage, looking like he had endured long-term torture and torment.

Clang!

The cell door was opened from the outside.

Several Bishop of the Redemption Church dressed in blue robes followed a Priest of Blue Flame inside.

A dozen Redemption Priests holding candles for illumination.

"Nerlucius, do you still refuse to say anything?"

The leading Priest of Blue Flame, though having graying temples, had eyes as sharp as a hawk's, questioning with a cold tone.

"Say… say what?"

Neil's limbs were tightly shackled to the wall, he lifted his head with difficulty, responding in a weak, hoarse voice.

"Two months have passed, yet you remain so staunch… Just where did that demon named 'Snake' come from? What are his intentions towards the Empire and even the Britania Continent?"

The Priest of Blue Flame asked with an expressionless face.

At over forty, Neil's face was weathered, he tiredly closed his eyes.

A brief moment.

"I don't know…"

His voice was deep.

Not to mention he indeed had little understanding of Lord Snake, even if he did know, he would not disclose it.

This is what a believer, a man, and a follower who has taken an oath should do.

"To think you would dedicate your entire life for that abhorrent demon, disregarding even life and soul… Your devotion is admirable, but you are beyond salvation."

A hint of regret flickered through the Priest of Blue Flame's eyes.

"In consideration of your former position as a Redemption Priest, I might as well tell you… Pope Domingos is out of patience. If you remain unwilling to divulge any information regarding 'Snake,' then next Monday afternoon will be your execution day."

As he spoke, he made a gesture, and a priest next to him stepped forward, holding a candle and poured a cup of water gently over Neil's face.

The latter licked the water droplets thirstily with his tongue, and heard the Priest of Blue Flame continued:

"By then, besides the Church, Emperor Schroeder of the Brilliant Empire, Queen Tully, the Prince and Princess, and other Royal Family members, as well as the nobles of the Capital City, all will be present, together witnessing your death… For you, it could be considered a form of honor."

Finishing his words, he did not linger, and turned to leave with the others.

Before reaching the door, the Priest of Blue Flame advised one last time:

"You should think it over again."

Clang!

The iron door was shut once more.

In the dark, silent cell, only Neil's faint breathing remained.