I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 783 - 482: Ascension to Saint! Extraordinary Metamorphosis!

Chapter 783: Chapter 482: Ascension to Saint! Extraordinary Metamorphosis!

"Your body and spirituality have been sublimated, and supernatural power is undergoing a marvelous transformation..."

"You have invested two portions of high-rank destiny material in the Promotion Ceremony, and your mystical accumulation will receive more benefits..."

"You have successfully stepped into a high sequence, being honored with the crown of the Saint..."

"You have completed the transcendent transformation, ascending to the form of a mythological creature..."

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"Main Occupation ’Sequence Four - The Jester’ has been promoted to LV10!"

"You feel your body has been strengthened, with your Life Limit +10000, Physical Strength Limit +5000, Sanity Limit +100, Strength +120, Agility +140, Endurance +120, Intelligence +140, Faith +100!"

"You feel your body has undergone a transformation, with Charm +20, Willpower +20, Insight +20, Luck +10!"

"You have been granted 20 Skill Points, 50 Attribute Points!"

"You have grasped the new skill ’Jest of Fate’!"

"You have grasped the new skill ’Extracorporeal Incarnation’!"

"You have grasped the new skill ’Mythical Magic: Audience Failure’!"

"You have grasped the new skill ’Mythical Magic: Common Reaction’!"

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"During the transformation process, it was detected that your body contains strong traces of mythical contamination from the magic system, originating from ’God of the Mural, Clarence’..."

"Transformation is undergoing autonomous optimization..."

"Skill ’Animal Mimicry LVMAX+5’ has been actively initiated!"

"Mythical creature trait ’Crystalline Cells’ detected from the ’Rampaging God of the Mural’!"

"You have learned and mimicked the ’Crystalline Cells’ trait from the mythological creature ’Clarence’!"

"During the transformation process, it was detected that your body contains strong traces of mythical power from the conspiracy system, originating from ’Death God Bankroft (Historical Projection)’..."

"Transformation is undergoing autonomous optimization..."

"Skill ’Animal Mimicry LVMAX+5’ has been actively initiated!"

"Mythical creature trait ’Strings of Sorrow’ detected from the ’Old Bones Burying Man (Historical Projection)’!"

"You have learned and mimicked the ’Strings of Sorrow’ trait from the mythological creature ’Bankroft (Historical Projection)’!"

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Mural World.

Atop the spire.

A white-haired old man wearing a brown robe and a high-pointed hat was sitting on the ground, leaning against an invisible wall.

Carmen coughed weakly twice, took out a shriveled sandwich from his backpack, and wolfed it down.

Next to his feet sat a twenty-centimeter-tall blue crystal statue carved with Fleurette’s likeness, her mouth bearing a smile as she stretched out her hands toward Carmen, emitting a high-order magic that possessed multiple effects such as healing, calming the nerves, and cleansing.

Under the dim yellow sky, enveloped in the hazy white light radiated by the statue, Carmen chewed on the tough food, his gaunt cheeks puffing out, producing a crunching sound. His cloudy eyes were constantly fixed on the "headless corpse" on the ground not far away.

"This is strange... despite taking a hit from the figure in the painting that cost him his head, he hasn’t died... This lad is clearly a Destiny Faction Transcendent, and he’s only at Sequence Five, how could he possibly possess such formidable vitality and mysterious resistance?"

Carmen frowned deeply.

With his many years of research and exploration in the Mystic Realm and his experience as a Magic Saint, he still couldn’t comprehend it.

However, very soon, the doubts in his eyes turned into pity.

"Nevertheless, his body has been heavily contaminated, largely crystallized, and there’s no saving him now... I wonder how he managed to acquire the power of ’God of the Mural’ and rescued me from the painting. It’s a shame; he went through such lengths to save me, yet I can’t even say my thanks."

Carmen took off his high-pointed hat, allowing his grey-white hair to fall in disarray.

He sighed silently, gave a prayerful gesture toward the "headless corpse" on the ground, then reached into his backpack and took out a small iron box. After opening it, he picked up a handmade cigarette and placed it between his lips. With a rub of his index finger and thumb, a flame licked the end of the cigarette, lighting it up.

"Hiss..."

The old man closed his eyes, comfortably leaning back against the wall.

"Ah, the Mentor’s cigarettes are indeed unforgettable, my Sanity is recovering much quicker... Speaking of which, how long was I trapped in that painting?"

He exhaled smoke from his mouth and reopened his eyes, his murky gaze becoming solemn.

At that moment, the "headless corpse" that lay motionless on the ground once again caught his attention. Carmen got to his feet with agility that belied his age, his expression one of disbelief.

"Cough, cough, cough! This...?!"

Carmen coughed violently, his eyes wide.

White snakes emerged from the stump of the neck of the headless corpse, autonomously finding the crystallized head that had rolled aside, reconnecting with it, and drawing it back together. A green glow flickered as the crystals that covered the body slowly disappeared.

"He’s alive? He can actually come back to life from this?! No... that’s not it!"

Carmen’s eyes showed intense astonishment.

"There’s a boiling surge of mythic aura... this lad is undergoing a transcendent transformation!"

Crack, crack, crack!!

The black-suited young man, whose body had regained its full form, began to shudder violently. Blisters rose on his... Its surface, writhing as though something was about to break out of the skin!

"Perhaps I should step aside for now; if I catch sight of His Mythical Creature Form, we might end up fighting... My old bones have just crawled out of the grave, and I’d prefer not to end up here."

Carmen tossed away the cigarette butt, grabbed his backpack and the statue, and walked away.

A Transcendent’s Mythical Creature Form is their most private secret and their trump card, typically not employed except in mortal combat. Unwarranted peering at another high-ranker’s Mythical Creature Form can lead to resentment or even hatred.

However, just then.

Pop—

A rending sound burst forth from behind!

Carmen’s body stiffened.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

It was as if a thousand snakes were hissing simultaneously, like countless spiders spinning webs, and the noise was also accompanied by the sound of something hard dragging along, tinkling... A profound sense of danger welled up from within him.

The emaciated old man’s complexion changed, and disregarding his own weakness, he raised his hand and cast two or three high-rank spells on himself, before transforming into a semi-transparent spiritual body which vanished without a trace in an instant.

He went straight through the exterior wall of the spire, plummeted down from the twenty-second floor with a straight fall, and then, as if weightless, he lightly landed on the ground of the spacious platform.

Thud.

Carmen turned around, her face solemn.

"Good lad! To possess such oppressive force right after ascending to a high position—what a build-up and burst... Thank God, I didn’t see His Mythical Creature Form; otherwise, it’d be inexplicable... Dammit!"

His complexion changed again, and even a swear word slipped out.

Only to hear a massive bang!

The top of the spire exploded like fireworks, as countless stones and wood chips scattered and flew in all directions. Followed by a long, pale, and terrifying giant shadow that flickered with a crystalline luster darting past in a flash.

Boom!

The twenty-second floor of the spire, the twenty-first floor, the twentieth floor...

One layer after another began to collapse!

In the end, the entire spire building collapsed with a roar, turning into a pile of ruins.

Carmen furrowed her brows tightly, staring at the overcast yellow dust in the sky.

A tall and slender figure slowly emerged from within.

Surprise flickered in the eyes of the gaunt white-haired old man.

What a handsome young man he was—to describe him as perfect seemed almost an understatement... Deep-set features, jet-black hair, and eyes, and an indescribable charm that did not belong to mere mortals, constantly floated on the young man’s face.

The young man’s every move radiated with ultimate elegance and beauty, finding fault with him was impossible. If it weren’t for the obvious fact that he was male, Carmen would have mistaken him for a high-ranking individual from the Path of the Constellation...

The young man gently removed his black hat, held a refined and delicate silver staff, and bowed politely towards her.

"Mage Carmen, we meet for the first time; my name is Jack Spett." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

The young man began, his voice rich with magnetism.

Chen Lun looked at the white-haired elder before him, clearly knowing that this was Carmen, whom he had saved from the mural.

He now felt as if he had been reborn, with all senses markedly different from before. A surging power, a vigorous spirit, and an ineffable control constantly surrounded him, giving him immense confidence.

This confidence was not due to his prescient advantage, nor was it from the strong connections he had formed... but it stemmed from the personal might that converged within him!

He was no longer mortal, but Mythical!

He was a being of high rank on the Path of the Gods!

"Hello, young man."

Carmen nodded cautiously in response.

"I haven’t yet had the chance to thank you, for seeking ’Clarence’s’ power at great risk to yourself, and rescuing me..."

"You’re welcome, Mage Carmen, this is but a simple repayment from me to you."

"Repayment?"

Carmen looked at the incredibly beautiful young man’s smile, seemingly puzzled.

"Yes... Once, I was fortunate in Rock State’s Peacock City to come across three notebooks penned by you, filled with knowledge and unique insights about magic, which greatly aided me."

"Fortune favored you in finding them..."

Carmen coughed, not choosing to expose the young man’s excuse.

A look of realization appeared on his face.

"So that was it, but even so, that minor kindness didn’t warrant all the trouble you went through to find me and save me..."

"Of course, there was also the trust entrusted by Lady Fleurette."

Chen Lun nodded, speaking softly.

"Teacher..."

Carmen’s expression froze for a moment.

"So that means, you saw..."

"Yes, Mage Carmen, the love poems you wrote were extremely beautiful and touching. As I read them, tears streamed down my cheeks. Feeling melancholy, I resolutely decided to help you deliver them to the Meteor Tower."

Chen Lun spoke with apparent sincerity.

He couldn’t help but mentally compare them to Clarence’s poem; well, perhaps it would take fifty Carmens to barely come close... But neither the old sycophant nor Clarence seemed to have won Lady Fleurette’s favor.

Carmen’s old face turned red as he ostentatiously pulled out a small metal box, ignited a cigarette, and began to smoke.

"Mr. Jack, that... Did my mentor say anything?"

"Of course."

Chen Lun nodded.

Carmen immediately looked up at him.

"She cares a great deal about you, but due to her own reasons, she cannot leave the Meteor Tower. Thus, she reluctantly entrusted me, a mere Mid-Sequence individual, to search for you in the Dark World..."

Chen Lun explained.

"Lady Fleurette also said that you are Her proud disciple, should not have ventured to the Dark World to fulfill Her long-held wish..."

Carmen hesitated, then fell into silence.

After finishing his cigarette, he looked up and said with gravity:

"Thank you, Jack."

"If you don’t mind, Mage Carmen, I would like to ask a favor of you as well."

Chen Lun smiled.

"Please speak."

Carmen nodded.

"Your Mythical Creature Form... Could you show it to me?"

Chen Lun asked earnestly.

Carmen’s eyes widened, flashing with panic.