I Became the King of Villains In the Game

Kingdom of Byron, Port of Enlightenment.

night time.

On the side of the commercial street, the main road, on the coast of the sea, there is a cheap bar with a large area.

In the old-fashioned hall, there are some low-middle-class civilians. They wear heavy, dark fur coats and felt hats. They drink, entertain and pass the time in their spare time in the cold winter.

In a corner, a man sat alone.

He was wearing a thin dark green blouse, and he wore a gray top hat with a curled edge on his head. His messy long brown hair fell down, which matched the stubble on his chin.

But for some reason, no one seemed to notice him.

Even the drinkers who are passing by in a hurry and staggering will naturally avoid this table, just like an instinctive reaction of the body.

"The ruler of calamities throughout the ages, born from the initial lush emerald light, the great but restrained emerald bird, please listen to the prayers of your believers and send down your blessings..."

The man whispered pious words in his mouth.

A retro lantern standing on the table in front of him was quietly emitting an emerald-like dark green light.

A drunk who had just walked out of the tavern gate was hit by a passing carriage with a bang, and the slippery wheels ran over him. He didn't even make a scream, leaving a patch of snow on the snow. Scary, eye-catching bloodstains.

"Jing Yao is on top! Someone was hit by a carriage!"

"Oh, poor Sadie!"

"Go out and have a look, don't let that guy die in front of my tavern!"

There was an uproar in the tavern.

There were horrified shouts outside the door, accompanied by the frightened neighing of the horses, followed by a clanging sound... It seemed that the carriage had rolled over and had a secondary accident.

Several waitresses screamed in panic, interrupted by shouts from rough men.

The man in the corner was not affected at all, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, he picked up a glass of spirits on the table and drank it up, letting out a free breath.

The green light of the lantern gradually dissipated, leaving a quaint ring on the table, in which a seemingly cheap square emerald was inlaid in the middle, and the pattern of a diagonal cross was engraved at the same time.

"The hope of the Mitchell family was forced to awaken their ancestor—the earth angel 'Xi Ke' who only left a few words in the long river of history, but held a pivotal position... The ceremony will give me great feedback, It will definitely help me advance to Sequence Three."

The man grabbed the ring on the table, stood up holding the lantern, and strode away from the tavern.

He coldly glanced at the chaotic scenes around him, and went straight to the pier not far away, looking at the quiet and dark sea under the night sky.

"I, Sigmund, will start from this perfect script and ascend to the throne of eternity step by step."

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Misty sea, deserted island.

Raphael by the bonfire looked shocked. He looked at the strong man with a silver pot head beside him, and was speechless for a while.

Finally, he said in a slightly hoarse voice:

"What shall I do? Your Majesty Fren..."

"Just lie down and sleep."

Fren laughed.

"I will enter your dream and meet your ancestors in person... At the beginning, His Majesty Sid Mitchell took away a snake under the crown of Jack Speight, saying that the cemetery was too deserted, Hope to have more life as companionship."

"?!"

Raphael's eyes were shocked.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the little white snake he saw in his dream came from Jack Speight!

His ancestors actually met the white-scaled dragon?

But hasn't the ancestor been sleeping all the time...

Thinking of this, Raphael couldn't help lowering his head slightly, forcing himself to take back his distracting thoughts. He knew that what he should do right now was to obediently obey His Majesty Fulun's words and fall asleep as soon as possible.

This is a rare opportunity, maybe from now on, I will never have to worry about being troubled by nightmares and loss of control...

"Okay, Your Majesty, I understand."

Raphael glanced at everyone, and his friend Feliciano gave him an encouraging look, and even Polaris Lucy and others were smiling.

He nodded to everyone, then took a deep breath, and slowly lay flat on the cold ground.

The warmth of the bonfire poured over, making Raphael, who was already physically and mentally exhausted, feel comfortable for a while, and fell asleep quietly in just a few breaths.

In the dream, he came to the cemetery again.

A circle of iron fences in the style of ancient Byron surrounded the entire cemetery in a square shape. Looking in through the gaps in the fence, stone tombstones were crooked.

Raphael stepped up the stone steps, pushed open the door, and was about to enter.

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed a hand on his shoulder. Turning his head to look, a shirtless, strong man with a silver pot head stood beside him at some point.

"Your Majesty Fren..."

"Just wait here for a while, I'll be right back."

A hearty voice came from the silver pot.

As Fren said, he walked in with the great cross sword on his back.

Raphael watched at the door, and he breathed a sigh of relief until the back of the strong man gradually disappeared from his hazy vision.

At the same time, hope rose in my heart.

Fren strode along the stone path in the cemetery, with nameless tombstones and tombs on both sides of his line of sight, and directly in front of him, a huge coffin lay horizontally, with a tiny white snake entangled on it.

When Fren approached the coffin, the little white snake naturally approached and clung to his arm. The close connection of flesh and blood comes from it, but most of the information is missing.

‘As expected, it is the angel who lives in seclusion in the village of Saint Ai...Xike Sid Mitchell. '

he thought.

At this moment, an out-of-tune humming sounded, and Fren was taken aback for a moment, then stepped over the coffin and walked deep into the cemetery.

Soon, after passing through two huge stone monuments that obscured his view, he saw a young man in a khaki cloak dancing with his arms around a skeleton in an evening dress in a spacious open space.

On either side stood two bands of skeletons, dressed in fancy dress, playing harps or strange jingling instruments.

The scene looked unspeakably weird.

With Fren's arrival, the humming and playing ceased abruptly.

The young man stopped dancing and turned his head with a smile.

He has long brown hair that is very similar to Raphael's, but it is waist-length, the ends of the hair are curled up, and the overall makeup looks very retro.

"Welcome, guest from afar."

The young man spoke enthusiastically, pushing the "dance partner" in his arms away.

As if alive, the skeleton took two steps back, raised its skirt to salute, walked away with the band next to it, and then jumped into their respective graves and disappeared without a trace.

"This should be the second time we met, Jack."

The young man walked slowly and said with his hands behind his back.

"Yes, Your Majesty Sid, the last time I was in Saint Ai's Town...but strictly speaking, we have never met."

Fu Lun... is now being taken over by Chen Lun's body awareness. He saluted and spoke respectfully.

Sid walked in front of Chen Lun, and because of his slightly short height, he had to look up at him with an even bigger smile on his face.

"Your little snakes are cute and full of vitality, I like them very much...Leave two more here to accompany me this time."

Chen Lun was startled for a moment, secretly wondering if this angel had any unique hobbies.

Immediately, he had no choice but to bow his head in agreement.

"As you wish."

As he said that, Chen Lun raised his hand, and dozens of white snakes came out of his palm, crawled down around his arm, and landed on the open space.

Sid squatted down and let the white snake crawl on him, then stood up again and waved to Chen Lun.

"Okay Jack, you can go."

"Um?"

Chen Lun froze in place, watching Sid turn and walk away.

He suddenly felt that the temperament of the angel in front of him was really elusive, and it was quite difficult to communicate with him.

"Your Majesty Sid, among the descendants of your family, that young man named Raphael has inherited a trace of your mythical blood... This is why I was able to come here to see you through his dream."

Chen Lun spoke in a deep voice.

Sid kept walking and said without looking back:

"I know...but I no longer care about the rise and fall of the Mitchell family and the life and death of their descendants. They should obey the changes of the times and follow the arrangements of fate, rather than attribute the cause of their decline to the so-called 'slumbering of their ancestors' .”

Chen Lun frowned.

From the indifferent words of the other party, he understood one thing, that is, the Mitchell family seemed to have misunderstood something...

His Majesty Sid actually didn't sleep at all, he just lived in seclusion in the hometown of Saint Ai, and didn't want to talk to these descendants.

It is purely Raphael's elders who are acting affectionate.

The so-called "awakening the ancestors" to revive the Mitchell family is just their wishful thinking...

Rafael's situation was even worse.

Although he was lucky enough to inherit a sliver of mythical blood from Sid, the gift of fate had already been priced in secret. It was precisely because of the mysterious connection of blood that Raphael would dream of this cemetery every night. It will be corroded by the pollution unintentionally emitted by the ancestors.

If Raphael is not promoted to a high position, then sooner or later he will lose control and die.

Seeing that Sid was about to leave, Chen Lun felt a little unwilling.

He originally planned to come and get in touch with this Earth Angel to see the situation... If it is easy to get along with, then he will try his best to build a good impression. It's nothing more than losing thousands of sanity points.

Wait a few days for the cooling to end before creating it again.

But now it is basically certain that although Xi Ke's attitude towards him is not very good, he is not disgusted, and is neutral.

This in disguise tells Chen Lun that this is an excellent "ally" candidate... His ultimate goal in the future is to kill the Seven Gods, so the more high-ranking allies, the higher the success rate and the safer!

Thinking of this, Chen Lun had an idea, and quickly said:

"Your Majesty Sid, someone is plotting against you behind the scenes."

This time, Sid Mitchell finally stopped.

However, the other party turned around, just squinted and smiled:

"It doesn't matter."

"..."

Chen Lun was dumbfounded.

He originally thought that the other party would be annoyed by this, so he could take advantage of the situation and offer to help solve that guy, so as to gain Xi Ke's favor.

But I didn't expect this angel to be so indifferent.

"It's just a [clown] who can't even see the true face of the matter, and wants to use my 'awakening' as the key to the ceremony, so as to gain feedback and promotion..."

Sid shook his head and smiled with his hands behind his back.

When he said "clown", the tone seemed to indicate not only the sequence name, but also a pun.

"Because of a wrong intelligence, a crappy script was planned. This is a ritual that is doomed to fail. Let it go."