I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 287 - 208: Join the Murder Club (Request for Monthly Tickets!)

Chapter 287: Chapter 208: Join the Murder Club (Request for Monthly Tickets!)

Chen Lun exited the extreme state and took a deep breath.

Mr. Pot walked quickly toward him, laughing out loud twice before he even spoke—Chen Lun stretched out a hand glowing with green light to heal his wounds.

“Uh… thank you, Silver Pot!”

Feeling the pain lessen, he realized his injuries were not slight.

“It turns out you also possess the innate talent of the Pot clan, I’m certain of it, it must be ‘Mad Pot’s Heart’!”

Mr. Pot, recalling the surging blood he saw on Chen Lun, muttered under his breath.

“Perhaps you have our Pot clan’s blood flowing in you too… Aha! We are destined comrades!”

He patted Chen Lun’s shoulder, looking even more cordial than before.

[Mr. Pot’s affection for you has increased! It is now respect!]

Chen Lun was somewhat surprised, not expecting this to also earn Mr. Pot’s extra affection.

Mr. Bottle slowly approached him, remaining silent. Yet his face carried an apologetic expression, clearly because he had not been much help during the recent fight.

Chen Lun patted its bronze body; everything was understood without words.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his organs, but he endured without making a sound, keeping his expression unchanged.

He secretly opened his panel and saw that his life points had dropped below half—partly due to the burning consumption from activating his extreme state, and the rest due to Akebin’s disease.

The negative status of “organ failure” had not yet disappeared.

‘Akebin is still tough… If he had his former life’s strength now, even with my extreme state, I might not be his match,’ Chen Lun thought.

“Mr. Jack, take this.”

Akebin tossed him a vial of medicine.

After receiving the notification box, Chen Lun then drank it confidently, removing the negative status of the disease. He immediately used the [Wake of Insects] bookmark, consuming more than fifty sanity points, bringing his health back to normal.

Only then did the pain disappear, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Akebin turned and walked towards Drake, who had already been freed from the armor’s control by Chen Lun, reverting him from his sheep transformation.

After battling fiercely with Mr. Pot and then suffering a blow from Chen Lun’s wing in extreme state, Drake was now severely injured and unconscious.

Akebin expressionlessly took out medical tools such as a vial of medicine, scalpel, and suturing needle to treat him on the spot.

A moment later.

After confirming Drake was no longer in life-threatening danger, Akebin finally stood up.

“Mr. Jack, joining the ‘Murder Club’ does not require signing a contract… however, you must pray to the ‘King of Slaughter’ and recite His revered name.”

Akebin’s voice was low, sounding very solemn.

“That’s the club rule, and also the condition for receiving its blessing.”

“No problem.”

Chen Lun was aware of this rule and nodded in acknowledgement.

Seeing this, Akebin softly spoke the sacred names, and Chen Lun listened quietly, then recited:

“Dealers of murder, witnesses of contracts, protectors of assassins… Great King of Slaughter, please cast Your sublime gaze, I shall offer the most devout supernatural wine in exchange for the most thrilling murder!”

Dingdong!

A distant clinking sound came.

Accompanied by a light chuckle.

“I witness.”

The deep male voice, coming from nowhere in particular, resounded.

Chen Lun felt once again that he was being scanned by a distant gaze, and his breath involuntarily hitched.

He knew that this was Conrad, the Angel of the Conspiracy Faction!

The next second.

Chen Lun received a notification, he had now initiated ties with both the ‘Mutual Aid Society’ and ‘Murder Club’, with neutrality as the current affection level.

“Alright, our mission in Amber City is complete, and we will no longer interfere with the Circus…”

Akebin said.

He then took out a black iron box and an exquisitely carved empty wine glass, handing them to Chen Lun.

“The iron box is an ‘Altar’, a vessel for offering supernatural wine… The glass is a token that can summon the Spiritual Realm Messenger of the ‘Murder Club’; you can ask it questions. I do not have the habit of raising spiritual realm messengers… If you need to contact me, you can have it relay.”

Chen Lun took the two items, smiling gently.

“Alright, I understand.”

He thought for a moment and also produced two bottles of wine, one ‘Crane Top Green’ and the other ‘Sage Time’.

“This bottle of wine is submitted as per the rules to ‘Murder Club’; the other is a personal gift from me to you, Mr. Akebin… This battle was a misunderstanding, let’s become friends.”

Akebin just looked at him silently, his gaze somewhat complex.

After a while, he took both bottles of wine.

“Thank you, these are two fine bottles of supernatural wine, Mr. Jack.”

“You’re welcome… Oh, and when Mr. Drake wakes up, don’t forget to tell him, he still owes me a life.”

Chen Lun put on his black hat again, smiling politely.

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Inner City District of Amber City.

Black Messenger Square.

A blond minstrel was playing his harp by the fountain, singing melodious songs.

Passersby, dressed in opulent clothing, stopped by, drawn by the enchanting melody.

But they soon left, unwilling even to drop a single Silver Ducat, departing with a disdainful shake of their heads.

The reason was simple—the content of the minstrel’s songs was too ostentatious and quite vulgar.

“Hey, you, did you really kill a terrible sea demon on the shores of the Far East?”

A boy wearing a beret cap approached the minstrel, interrupting his singing.

“Of course! And not only that, but I’ve also seen their leader, a giant sea monster over ten meters long with a body covered in impenetrable dark green scales and a hideous and fierce appearance—unfortunately, my sword only wounded it but failed to kill it, allowing it to escape.”

The blond minstrel stopped playing, his expression one of sighs and regrets, as he folded his arms and spoke.

The little boy licked his ice cream, scoffing.

“Really? You? Even the latest volume of ‘Philip’s Adventures’ didn’t boast like you… The protagonist at least went through a lot of hardships and defeated the Demon King of the Dark Kingdom, sustaining serious injuries himself. How come you’re completely unscathed?”

“That’s because I’m more impressive! You should know, standing before you is Alec, the greatest wandering bard of the Sun Continent! What is Philip, that minor character, to compare with me?”

The blond youth looked disdainful.

Upon hearing this, the little boy suddenly became unhappy, his mouth still smeared with cream, and he pointed at Alec and said:

“Philip is not a minor character! He’s a hero, a hero who saved the world!”

The little boy made a face.

“You’re the minor character! Just a boastful king here to perform!”

“Stinky kid! Watch out, I might turn into a fierce dragon in your dreams and eat you up!”

Alec was about to roll up his sleeves to teach the little guy a lesson when the boy burst out laughing and ran away, soon caught by the ear by his mother, beginning to cry.

Watching the mother and son walk away, Alec rolled his eyes.

He slumped down by a fountain, looking at the hat placed upside down on the ground, which didn’t have even a single Copper Kro, and he sighed deeply.

“A hero without the treatment of a hero…”

He patted the statue of the Black Messenger standing beside him, speaking discontentedly:

“They even made this guy a hero.”

Dingding!

The sound of coins clinking rang out.

Alec was surprised to find that his hat now contained two Silver Ducats.

Looking up, he saw a hunched old woman watching him with a kindly expression.

This elderly lady had a head full of white hair and was covered with wrinkles. Her black clothes, though not fancy or expensive, were very clean. An ancient, outdated beret cap on her head was adorned with a commonly seen purple daisy.

“Times are tough for everyone… young man, I’ve listened to your performance, and it was marvelous. This money might not be much, but I hope you’ll accept it; that’s all I can do.”

Alec raised an eyebrow, bowing courteously while clutching his chest.

“Thank you very much, my elder.”

The old woman chuckled twice, waved her hand, and started to leave, trembling slightly.

At that point, Alec called out to her.

“Madam, you are the first sincere listener today; please allow me to play a song just for you.”

“Oh, I am honored, young man…”

The old lady was somewhat surprised but stopped nonetheless, and then she listened with a smile.

Alec strummed his harp, and the splendid notes flowed like a clear spring, leaping forth as he closed his eyes, deeply immersed in singing.

Finally, he sang:

“He gently pours down his quiet glow, filling the valleys and forests, my spirit once again, dispels all vexation clean.

He tenderly sends autumn glances, illuminating my dreams, like the adoring gaze of a grandmother, watching over my destiny…”

At the end of the song, the old lady softly clapped and nodded.

Alec asked:

“How did you find it?”

“A very moving melody, very beautiful lyrics…”

Alec smiled even more happily.

“A fan of mine wrote it, it’s a pity he didn’t write more. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have to sing about my own glorious deeds all day.”

He gradually started conversing, asking the old lady:

“You seem not to be a local here?”

“Yes…”

The old lady nodded, revealing a friendly smile, her eyes filled with anticipation.

“I’m just here to see my family… Haven’t seen them in a long time, I miss them a lot.”

Alec raised an eyebrow, bent down to pick the two Silver Ducats from the hat, and handed one back to the old lady.

“This is for you, I hope your journey is safe, and you get to meet your family.”

He seemed to understand that the old lady wasn’t wealthy, so he added.

The old lady was a bit surprised, holding the Silver Ducat in her hand, and finally smiled:

“Thank you, you are a kind young man, may the Moonlight bless you.”

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The paperboy ran down the street, waving the paper and shouting loudly:

“Big news! Big news! The Royal Family was attacked! War is upon us!!”

Pedestrians who heard the news turned their heads, and many gentlemen stopped the paperboy to purchase a paper, pulling out five Copper Kros.

Amid exclamations, the paperboy quickly sold most of the papers, joyously counting his coins when a tall figure approached him.

“Two papers, and a pack of ‘Sunshine’ cigarettes, please.”

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The paperboy looked up to see a middle-aged man with a goatee.

“Ah, sir, I have just two left… here.”

The paperboy rummaged through his overhalf-body-sized shoulder bag and pulled out two newspapers and a box of cigarettes, handing them over.

Golov paid twenty-seven Copper Kros and took the items back to the roadside carriage.

“Miss Maggie, here’s today’s newspaper.”

He handed one of them into the carriage curtain, from which a voice emerged:

“Thank you, Golov.”

“You’re welcome.”

Golov responded.

He had left two days ago on orders from the leader and had just fetched Miss Maggie back today.

Driving the carriage towards the Jack estate, he opened the cigarette box, lit one for himself, then opened the newspaper.

“Hmm?”