I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Sun Continent.

Rock State, remote mountain valley.

Outside an ancient mountain villa, many players were gathered, most of them members of the "Lost Names" guild.

At a glance, there were about seven or eight hundred people.

The rest were two to three hundred players scattered around, totaling nearly a thousand.

The strength of these players generally reached the Mid Sequence, with the top players being Sequence Five, level 170 "Max Level". They had gathered here as a response to the call from the History and Ritual Association, and were about to participate in the attack on Byron's occupied territory.

They understood well that the opposing faction's players would certainly not be absent, and this wasn't the first battle between the two sides. Therefore, instead of being nervous, everyone was eager, rubbing their hands together, ready for an exhilarating group PK.

The generous task rewards, coupled with the lack of hope for advancing to higher levels, led the current version of the players to gradually shift their focus from leveling up to PK.

This also indirectly enhanced the general combat experience of players.

The strong grew stronger and paid more attention to details.

However, just as the players were chatting and waiting for the association's high-level team to set off, someone suddenly shouted:

"Look up! Someone's coming!"

"What's happening?!"

Hearing the commotion, players turned their heads.

They saw a distortion in mid-air, and a dark beam of light was actually projected from it.

Soon after, a loud wolf howl sounded in everyone's ears.

Awoooo—

A gigantic black wolf, about four meters high and six to seven meters long, leaped out, carrying a golden orchid in its mouth.

Sitting sideways on its back was a beautiful figure dressed in a black solemn cloak, wearing a black crown.

Bare, pale feet were pressed together, hands resting on the wolf's back, with long, pale golden hair dancing in the wind. Cold, purple eyes looked down at the players below.

"The Dawn Church is cleansing God's Adversary! Anyone from the History and Ritual Association will be killed without mercy! Those who interfere will be killed without mercy! Collaborators will be killed without mercy!"

The cool, ethereal voice echoed in the sky.

Three figures wearing gray robes, with gold patterns embroidered over the collars, appeared close behind.

They were Noah, Antonio, and Alec.

Additionally, thousands of "Descendants of Darkness" female warriors from the City of Light emerged, all with cold expressions and Mid Sequence strength.

"Circus?!"

"It's the Dawn Church!"

"Pope Floey, Bishop Noah and Antonio, and Priest Alec... Weren't these previously the Circus cadres?!"

"Whoa! So many people?! All are Mid Sequence Transcendents!"

Boom!!

The enormous wolf landed and charged at the group of players.

Its exceptionally large stature and terrifying presence made many players retreat in fear.

However, the golden orchid in its mouth transformed into a dazzling golden thread, swiftly lashing and leaving countless marks, instantly slicing a dozen players into pieces, killing them on the spot.

"God Sword, Gold Coin, quickly go to the villa and notify Vice Chairman Atkinson of the association!"

A leader-level player from "Lost Names" shouted at the people beside him.

The two top players he called out immediately responded and used their Sequence Ability to burrow into the ground, disappearing from sight.

But the next second.

A scream was heard.

The players were shocked to find that the two players sent to notify were being pulled from the ground forcibly, enveloped by a mass of pitch-black, viscous shadow.

Looking around again.

The short-statured Noah, dressed in a wide bishop's robe, calmly raised one hand, then clenched it.

With a puff!

The two players instantly died, turning into white light and vanishing.

"Black Tide."

Noah raised another hand, and a shadow under his feet surged like a spring, with more and more pitch-black shadows spreading in all directions.

At a glance, the mountains seemed to be stained with ink, turning a vast area black.

In a blink, the area covered by shadows reached a diameter of one kilometer, directly enveloping most of the players present. Under the force of Mythical might, they could not break free and were climbed upon by the shadows.

The majority of players chose the Path of the Earth, attempted to use "Historical Retrospection", but found it completely ineffective due to being overwhelmed by Mystical Weight and Resistance; it was like being subjected to "Silence" and "Ban Magic".

Some players transformed into towering stone gargoyles, but the shadows climbed them even faster.

Noah stood still, raised both hands high, with a white bone key wriggling on his chest, and a gallery-like shadow unfurled behind his head.

The new painting, updated and iterated, contained high-level power.

Hundreds of players shrouded by the shadow immediately received a panel提示—

[You have been affected by mysterious influence...]

[Willpower determination in progress...]

[Determination failed!]

[Mysterious Resistance determination in progress...]

[Unable to exempt!]

Suddenly, players discovered a sudden change in their surroundings, no longer a desolate, remote mountain scene, but instead in a joyful, sunny large garden.

Colorful, vibrant flowers were everywhere.

The nose smelled the rich, sweet flower scent.

Even some butterflies and bees danced around.

Behind Noah was an oil painting titled "Maiden's Glance", named "Bewitch Heart", containing the characteristic power of a [Witch].

He used the power of the painting to mislead all players within the shadow's range, altering their vision, smell, hearing, and touch, creating vivid illusions indistinguishable from reality.