I've Become the King of Villains in the Game
Chapter 922 - 602: I don’t want to be a great philanthropist anymore

Chapter 922: Chapter 602: I don’t want to be a great philanthropist anymore

Empire’s north, Lin State’s Cold Leaf City.

On this early morning.

A group of scattered players quietly reached the outskirts of the Generous Church District.

"What do you say? Should we charge right in or what?"

A muscular male player turned his head to ask.

"You guys who took the Flesh Pathway go in through the main gate, help draw some fire... We have plenty of ways to sneak around."

The response came from a short player with a sharp face.

As he spoke, he made a gesture and then used the Sequence Ability of the [Locksmith] to open a "door" on the high wall, and a dozen players skilled in ambush quickly slipped inside.

"Alright... We’re just here to test the waters anyway, doing it for the money."

The strong man shrugged indifferently.

"Charge!"

He roared, body swelling into a small Giant, leading the charge through the Great Gate.

Bang!

The metal gate was smashed into a twisted shape, opening wide.

Four or five more small Giants followed closely behind.

But as soon as they entered, the group of players was dumbfounded.

Seven or eight men in black missionary robes stood calmly on the stone-paved road in the outer courtyard, quietly watching them.

Each with the phrase "Generous Council Golden Cup Member" above their heads, their crimson Danger Level was particularly striking.

At their feet, the earlier group of players, each wrapped in shadow like they were stuffed into black trash bags, lay abandoned on the ground.

"These must be the first batch of Undead Foreigners that have invaded?"

Frey spoke calmly.

Akebin nodded beside him.

"Indeed, these guys need to be taught a lesson."

"Damn it, run!"

The strong player reacted quickly, immediately turning to flee.

Yet the shadow’s speed far exceeded their imagination, catching up in less than a breath.

It looked like a massive black curtain, engulfing the four or five small Giants, then dragging them back.

No matter how the players struggled, it was to no avail.

A total of twenty-two players, all Low Sequence Transcendents, were caught before they even entered the church district.

From afar.

On the rooftop of an abandoned factory, over a hundred Mid Sequence top players gathered.

These people were once Circus players, but now, having chosen the Empire’s faction, they planned to use their information advantage from the past to gain some benefits... They hired a group of scattered players to go in first for reconnaissance.

"As expected, Jack’s subordinates, the Golden Cup Members, can deal with the majority of players. Even if we force our way in, I’m afraid we’d end up the same."

A handsome male player shook his head with a sigh.

"Forget it, let’s just leave... I said this plan wouldn’t work without a high-ranking NPC from the Empire’s faction leading us to get near Jack."

Another female player said.

"Indeed."

The handsome young man nodded.

They exchanged a few words, then just as they were about to enter the Spirit World to leave, they suddenly found their bodies weighed down, the air around them heavy as a thousand-weight, making even lifting a finger extremely difficult.

"What’s happening?!"

The hundred or so top players were shocked.

A terrifying gravitational force enveloped everyone, and the next moment, they were all lifted up and uncontrollably flew toward the Generous Church District.

Many players attempted to use their own Pathway’s Sequence Ability in the air to break free from the gravity, but nothing they did worked.

They were like pitiful insects grasped by an invisible hand, forcibly dragged to the open ground in the depths of the Generous Church.

As they drew closer, these top players saw the back of a gentleman in a black hat.

"It’s Jack!"

The top players’ pupils shrank dramatically.

At the same time, they also noticed, standing in front of Jack, a male and female two high-ranking figures, recognized by the keen-eyed as Farik and Suraya, the leaders of Cold Leaf City’s Shelter and Madman School!

Yet the two had faces full of tension and apprehension.

Chen Lun didn’t turn around, gently raised his pitch-black index finger.

The hundred Mid Sequence players fell like rain, each pinned to the ground, unable to move.

Thud thud thud!

"Your Majesty Jack, I swear to the Gods, I didn’t issue any order against you... Though the command from above came to me yesterday evening, I haven’t acted on it!"

Farik squeezed out a smile.

Beside him, Suraya hurried to say:

"Your Majesty, I also received a secret letter from the school, signed by ten Great Wizards of the ’Comet Group’, and Chief Sorcerer Ivano received a secret directive from Byron King; we shall not participate in any action targeting you..."

Chen Lun did not speak.

He turned his head, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the stunned top players.

Regarding the players’ betrayal, he was not even a bit angry.

In fact, he felt somewhat relieved within...

He was no longer the weakling he once was, no need to look back and forth anymore. Even if all the players on the server joined forces against him, they couldn’t harm him even a little.

So why not let go and act wantonly?

’I no longer wish to be some great good guy anymore...’

Chen Lun raised his hand, spread out his five fingers, and a thick black shadow rose enveloping all.

’Business can’t compare to direct taking, can it?’

He thought to himself as if Returning to the Nest.

A crimson card, unseen by others, hovered over his shoulder, gently spinning.

Buzz——

The hundred-plus Mid Sequence top players all floated from the ground into the air, like dried bacon hanging stiff, with an invisible force sweeping over everyone.

They were astonished to discover.

Their Life, Physical Strength, and Sanity all dropped to 1 point!

Jack held a bundle of colorful substances, seemingly the "state" taken from them...

Boom!

The gravity erupted again.

The hundred top players were slammed together, forced into a human meatball, and finally ground into crumbs, disappearing into white light.

’90,000 Life, 30,000 Physical Strength, and 6000 Sanity...’

Chen Lun’s eyes were deep.

’Come, all of you are mine.’

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A moment later.

Farik and Suraya left the Generous Church District unscathed.

They stopped in unison, standing at the gateway.

Looking back, everything inside was silent.

"Jack just left like that?"

Farik said solemnly.

Suraya exhaled deeply, lowering her gaze.

"The Empire’s encirclement has begun, he had no choice but to leave."

Just now, right before them, Jack led his core staff out of Cold Leaf City... Shortly after, an incarnation of a Governing Officer from the Generous Council arrived, bringing them important news—

Speaker Azjiluo announced to the outside world that Jack Spett was stepping down as Vice Speaker and officially leaving the Generous Council.

From now on, there is no relationship between the two sides.

Though this announcement seemed somewhat playful, in such a sensitive time, the implications were significant... All forces knew they could no longer use Jack as an excuse to target the Generous Council.

After all, even His Majesty the Sun King tacitly approved of this matter.

"We should be grateful he didn’t strike back in revenge, otherwise..."

Suraya shook her head.

Farik took a deep breath, still shaken.

He knew what she was implying.

If that were the case, even if they hid their true identities, they would likely have no way out... After all, he was a Demi-God of Destiny, and under divination, they would have nowhere to hide.

"I really don’t know how the empire’s situation will change in the future..."

Farik was full of worry.

He had a strong premonition that the decades of peace in Cold Leaf City probably wouldn’t last much longer.

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Spirit World.

A group of people was slowly moving forward.

Among them were men and women, old and young, and even a cow, carrying a big white cat and a small hedgehog.

"Leader, where should we go next?"

Maggie asked gravely, unlike her usual lively self.

She felt regretful in her heart.

All along, the team seemed to be in perpetual motion, each time thinking they could settle down, but peace never lasted long, always disturbed by unforeseen events.

Chen Lun leaned on a white cane, speaking blandly:

"Nowhere."

Except for Floey and Carmen, Noah, Alec, Antonio, and the other staff looked puzzled.

"There’s no place for us in this world anymore. Wherever we go, there will be enemies and pursuers..."

As he spoke, he stopped.

Sweeping his gaze across each staff member, he smiled, asking:

"Do you regret following me?"

Floey didn’t speak, simply standing quietly with a serene smile behind him, showing her stance through action.

Carmen, the mage, was reading the scroll in her hand, looked up and said:

"Mr. Jack, my promise is still for forty-nine years, I won’t leave until then..."

Antonio raised his head proudly, speaking in a booming voice:

"Mr. Jack, Anton has almost become a mythical creature, please allow me to pave the way for you... Your enemies are Anton’s enemies, the enemies hindering everyone’s freedom!"

"Regret is a coward’s behavior, Alec is the bravest warrior, and also the most loyal poet."

"I have never regretted, Mr. Jack, I even look forward to painting the greatest masterpiece for you, for everyone one day."

Alec and Noah said in succession.

Maggie, Connie, Golov, and the Black Cat Samurai Squad all expressed their loyalty to Chen Lun, it was clear despite knowing the seriousness of the matter, they were not afraid.

Chen Lun smiled and nodded.

"I am very grateful to have all of you with me at this moment..."

He slowly turned around, taking off his black hat, looking at the azure open view ahead, softly speaking:

"Then let us face the upcoming struggle together."

Buzz!!

Golden light, black light, and starlight, three beams of light descended from the sky.

They landed straight on the Spirit World land in the distance.

Three high-level Saints appeared, uniformly dressed in Imperial Army attire, wearing solemn beret caps, they were the Judgment Chiefs of the Imperial Judgement Group!

Besides, nearly a hundred Judiciary members approached aggressively, each with a look of readiness for martyrdom, these were the Empire’s most elite Mid Sequence Transcendents, all without exception seasoned Sequence Fives.

Further back, were the densely packed Undead Foreigners.

The players who joined the Empire’s camp, nearly a hundred thousand came this time...

"So many people."

Noah was astounded.

The Circus staff looked serious, unable to help taking deep breaths.

"Your Majesty Jack Spett, we regret your predicament... You were once an indispensable pillar of the Empire, but you fell into the greed for strength, to prevent the emergence of a second world catastrophe, we shall have to suppress you."

Among the leading three Judgment Chiefs, the slightly plump Pramon said loudly.

"Of course, if you are willing to surrender, hand over the power of the Father of Darkness to the Empire for safekeeping, then we will not resort to force."

Chen Lun did not reply.

He noticed, in the shadows, there were many eyes watching here.

The pursuers were not just the ones in front of them.

But Chen Lun never intended to run.

If he truly wanted to escape, no one except an Angel could catch him... Even hiding the team in the Old Spirit Realm could largely avoid conflict.

But Chen Lun didn’t want to do that.

Suppressing a bellyful of anger, he had to find a chance to vent.

He now just wanted to unleash a massacre...

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