I've Become the King of Villains in the Game Chapter 891: 572: Anticipation (Seeking monthly votes!)

Chapter 891: Chapter 572: Anticipation (Seeking monthly votes!)

“Mr. Jack, it’s ti for lunch.”

A respectful female voice echoed.

Chen Lun put down the newspaper, turned his head, and saw Connie standing happily next to the sofa.

“Alright.”

He nodded slightly and rose to his feet.

He followed Connie to the dining room, where the circus officials and the Golden Cup mbers were present. They all greeted and saluted Chen Lun.

“No need for formalities, let’s start.”

Chen Lun sat at the head of the table and gestured with a smile.

Only then did everyone thank him and picked up their knives and forks to enjoy the al.

Although Chen Lun himself no longer needed to eat, he would still join everyone for lunch or dinner when he had ti. Compared to other high-ranking beings who were “emotionally detached,” he enjoyed this warm atmosphere more.

Ding!

Chen Lun clinked glasses with Floey.

The girl in the black dress raised her swan-like, delicate neck, took a sip of wine, and her cheeks flushed red.

“How is it, does it taste good?”

Chen Lun held his glass and asked with a light smile.

“Yes.”

Floey squinted her eyes in a smile and nodded.

“Then have so more.”

Chen Lun picked up a napkin and gently wiped the wine from Floey’s lips, then refilled her glass under her gaze.

He handed the exquisite wine bottle to Connie and said with a smile:

“Pour so for everyone.”

“Yes, Mr. Jack.”

Connie obediently took the wine bottle and got up to pour wine for everyone present. The wine was fragrant, and everyone who drank it couldn’t help but show surprise.

Because they found that their mystical accumulation had noticeably increased. Even ordinary people like Connie and Alec felt more energetic.

“Mr. Jack, is this wine brewed by you?”

Maggie asked curiously and excitedly.

She had reverted to her usual unkempt appearance, with a head of ssy long hair, possibly because she found the daily nun attire too ti-consuming, thus slowly returning to her true nature.

Everyone also looked up at the main seat.

They all knew Mr. Jack possessed good brewing skills.

Yet the gentleman in the black hat simply shook his head and explained:

“No, this bottle was a gift from Conrad Your Majesty. If you like it, I have a few more bottles here for your enjoynt daily.”

“Conrad Your Majesty?”

Maggie murmured in confusion.

She first furrowed her brow, then her mouth gradually opened wide.

“Is… is it King of Slaughter Your Majesty?!”

Maggie realized that everyone present had unconsciously put down their knives and forks, their expressions mirroring hers, too shocked to speak.

“Praise you, Lord Jack Spett.”

Frey and two other Golden Cup mbers raised their glasses in awe and saluted the gentleman in the black hat at the main seat.

Their revered master favored Mr. Jack, with a level of affection far surpassing that of Speaker Azjiluo… For so reason, the wine in their hands felt imbued with a sacred and lofty significance.

In contrast to the reverence of the Golden Cup mbers, the circus officials were filled with excitent and pride.

Leader Mr. Jack, after ascending to high rank, seed to have stepped into a more inscrutable circle. He not only interacted with high-rank Saints and Demigods from various powers but now also communicated with such a great existence as Conrad Your Majesty and even received rewards.

The officials couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but they felt that Mr. Jack’s tone when ntioning Conrad Your Majesty resembled not the piety and gratitude of a believer toward the main god, but rather the calm and casual introduction of a friend.

This made them feel absurd.

Yet, there was an indescribable sense of inevitability.

Mr. Jack, he might really beco an eternal being, just like Maggie said on New Year’s Eve!

A Sub-God to King of Slaughter Your Majesty?

Or a new god on the Path of Destiny?

No one knew.

But they all firmly believed one thing, and that is that Mr. Jack would undoubtedly leave a deep imprint and legend in history!

And as his followers, they might even partake in that great mont and beco people admired and envied by countless others…

Everyone harbored infinite hope and expectation, enjoying this delightful lunch in a warm and joyous atmosphere.

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During the leisurely ti of dessert after the al, Chen Lun presented the “Red Crystal Ball” gifted by Conrad Your Majesty to Antonio.

Inside were dozens of high-rank flesh substances, all left after the deaths of Louisa and four Ten Core mbers, and mixed within were two Blood Diamonds ford from highly concentrated Sin Blood.

These were “great supplental substances” for Antonio.

They could help it rapidly accumulate mystique.

Antonio was not a human transcendent. To transform into a mythical being, it didn’t need to learn the corresponding path’s knowledge, nor use a saint ceremony to aid digestion…

But correspondingly, this thod of ascension was extrely dangerous.

Lacking sufficient influence as an anchoring point, it was easy to lose control, purely using a massive amount of mystical accumulation to complete the life hierarchy transformation.

This primitive thod of ascension was only suitable for non-human beings.

Like those mythical beings that existed in history, most were rare existences among transcendent creature groups, forged through long-term accumulation and many incredible encounters, thus creating myths.

In this process, innurable fellow creatures perished.

It’s akin to nurturing venomous creatures.

However, Anton’s situation is sowhat different.

Within its body parasitizes the relic of the Desecrated Duke Ragnar, the Super A Level [Desecrated Holy Sword], which acts as a dium to help absorb mystical power and feedback to its body.

Unknowingly reducing the failure rate.

Dozens of portions of high-rank flesh materials and two blood diamonds, to any Supernatural Creature, this is an opportunity akin to a treasure.

After all, in this world, there aren’t many demigods and saints to consu.

Coupled with Anton’s tenacious willpower and Chen Lun’s support, the possibility of it transforming into a mythical creature is not low… At worst, Chen Lun could use [Wake of Insects] to safeguard it from losing control and becoming a monster.

“Thank you, Mr. Jack.”

Antonio carefully put away the “Red Crystal Sphere”, his ears twitching, eyes filled with deep emotion.

“It is you who gave Anton freedom and a ho, and also the chance to beco stronger… If Anton can beco a stronger bull, he will never forget your kindness!”

“I have faith in you.”

Chen Lun smiled and nodded, patting its head.

In his heart, he thought that if Anton could transform, he could also obtain so mythical creature traits from it… After advancing to [Dramaturge], he vaguely felt that the remaining five slots in the ten slots of [Animal Mimicry] could faintly accept mythical creature traits.

But perhaps his level is not high enough to completely unlock them.

Maybe soon, when his level increases, he would be able to use this to elevate his strength to another level!

He saw off Anton.

Chen Lun sat alone on the sofa to rest.

He took out the ram hamr he had seized from Terence, laying it flat on his hand, examining it carefully.

[S-Level Mysterious Object – Aries Forging Hamr]

Item Description: A powerful mysterious object imbued with the power of the Sun, appearing as a ram hamr, with two constantly burning incandescent flas in the eyes of the carved ram’s head, possessing unparalleled shaping power, symbolizing forging.

Item Effect: Can emit a Mythical Fla that lts all, refining matter and energy back to their original state and through hamring, reshape to the desired final form according to one’s will.

Others unknown.

Item Cost: Consus one’s own Physical Strength, moisture, and Sanity, with the effect linked to one’s body temperature; the higher the body temperature, the more intense the Mythical Fla becos.

Note: The Mythical Fla does not discriminate friend from foe, subjecting oneself and the target to the sa burning.

‘As expected of the Sun Church’s Church Level mysterious object, extrely powerful.’

Chen Lun sighed inwardly in admiration.

Imdiately, a trace of regret appeared in his eyes.

‘But it isn’t suitable for to use…to be precise, it isn’t suitable for Transcendents not on the Sun Path.’

The panel description included two extrely strict limitations.

One, its effect is linked to body temperature, which only Transcendents on the Sun Path can perfectly match. Secondly, both friend and foe suffer from the burning, for an ordinary Transcendent, one strike and they would burn away first.

Even if Chen Lun had high-temperature resistance with [Hell Resistance], that was just a Supernatural Creature trait, hoping to exempt from this S-Level mysterious object’s Mythical Fla seed sowhat unrealistic.

‘If this hamr in my hands can exert one-tenth of its effect, it would be quite good… What a pity.’

Chen Lun put it away.

No matter what, it is the Sun Church’s most treasured Church Level item, even if unused, it’s equivalent to a Unique Divinity of the Sun Path.

Its value is unspoken!

In the future, using it as a bargaining chip, perhaps transactions could be made with the high-rank mbers of the three paths of the Starry Sky… Chen Lun believed no demigod or angel could resist such temptation.

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Approaching evening.

A guest who had journeyed from the Royal City, amidst respectful greetings from Priest Lisman and others, walked into the Generous Church District, heading straight towards the residential area behind the cathedral.

He wore a vertical gray robe of the Governing Officer, concealing an alluring figure. Beneath a lightly made-up, calm face, there lurked a hint of trepidation and tension.

Frey had just walked out of the Great Gate on the first floor when he saw the newcor.

He was initially taken aback but quickly removed his hat and greeted.

“Golden Cup Councilor Frey, et Your Majesty Randa.”

“No need for formalities, I’ve co to see Lord Jack.”

Randa forced a smile and said.

Frey was secretly surprised by how the other addressed Lord Jack, while speculating the purpose of this Governing Officer’s visit. He naturally extended his hand to indicate a courtesy invitation, responding:

“Lord Jack Spett is reading in the drawing-room.”

“Thank you, very much.”

Randa nodded with a smile and then cautiously entered through the Great Gate.

Frey turned back, watching the back of this Majesty, feeling even more puzzled.

As far as he knew, Randa, Malek, Houston, and Mide, the four Governing Officers, were always not on friendly terms with their faction.

After Governing Officer Houston died in the line of duty, the opposition between them intensified… So why did Governing Officer Randa suddenly co here now?

Seemingly, there was an indescribable sense of flattery.

Frey inexplicably felt a sense of comfort in his heart.

Once inside the drawing-room, Randa imdiately noticed the black-hatted gentleman reading on the sofa. Her smile was slightly stiff, but she mustered her courage and approached.

Before she could speak, the gentleman spoke without lifting his head:

“Please sit, Your Majesty Randa.”

“Ahem, thank you…”

Randa coughed awkwardly and then obediently took a seat on the sofa.

Her beautiful eyes wandered, fixating on the black-hatted gentleman, and after so deliberation, she cautiously spoke:

“Lord Jack, I have co this ti to sincerely apologize to you.”