I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Rotten Persimmon outwardly agreed with all due respect, but internally he didn't take it seriously.

After all, since he created his account, everything had gone smoothly… except for his ID.

Thinking of this, Rotten Persimmon felt a twinge of annoyance. Originally, when creating his character, he intended to choose a powerful and domineering ID, "Greedy Devourer," but ended up with a notification "ID already taken."

While cursing the person who had taken the ID, he reluctantly changed it to the abbreviated "Greedy Bite," but due to a slip of the tongue and haste, it turned into "Rotten Persimmon"!

Ding ding! Bang!

Pfft—!

Rotten Persimmon's spear danced with speed, leveraging his long reach to deflect the plague resident's sickle and then mercilessly stabbed several holes into the opponent's chest and abdomen.

Finally, he used the spear as a club to beat the enemy's neck, knocking it down, and stabbed into the eye socket as a finisher.

A kill notification popped up.

He looked at the generous experience points reward with great joy.

Picking up a rusty sickle from the ground, he casually chose to level up, raising his own level by one. Other players were quite envious, even those NPC soldiers looked at him with admiration.

"—Rotten Persimmon, I've gathered the brothers near Emerald Town and told them to rush to your location… Afterwards, you'll temporarily act as the team leader and help keep an eye on things."

The president of the God's Love Guild, "Worldly Person," spoke in the guild channel, specifically mentioning him.

Rotten Persimmon saw it and was greatly encouraged, immediately replying with a "No problem."

He turned his head and scanned his surroundings.

Other players retreated quite far, only a very few were willing to rush forward and clash with the plague-crazed. Those soldiers were out of the question, standing far away, unwilling to advance.

"Haha—!"

Suddenly, a burst of shrill laughter was heard.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a red figure dart out from an old residential building in the plague district.

It was a disheveled woman with a haggard face brimming with a maniacal smile, clad in a red robe, brandishing a sharp knife, and frantically charging towards the crowd.

Rotten Persimmon frowned and cast a "Scout," then was taken aback for a moment.

"Elite monster!"

He was shocked to see that this red-clothed woman's level was a whole ten levels higher than his, with some attributes showing hyphens for the unknown and the danger level as the orange "Very Dangerous."

"It's a mini-Boss! Everyone, join in!"

Rotten Persimmon shouted loudly.

Hearing his words, other players began to stir.

As if this was a signal, igniting the fuse of the players' inner desires.

Amidst the soldiers' bewildered looks, about a dozen players, wielding their broken weapons, charged forward, standing united with Rotten Persimmon.

"Come on! Those willing to fight the Boss, accept my team invitation so that the rewards can be shared, and the loot can be distributed through a roll..."

Rotten Persimmon hastily called out, commanding the players to encircle and attack the red-clothed woman.

Seeing the "God's Love" in the brackets above his head, the others were also willing to trust him. After all, he was from one of the Three Major Guilds, which was always more reliable than some solo players.

Standing not far behind a tree, Chen Lun was standing in the shade, silently observing the scene.

'The Red Dancer... has the plague deeply infected and caused a mutation?'

There was a flicker of confusion across his face as his eyes swirled with mist.

'These players are doomed, they can't win... This strength is already comparable to a Sequence Nine Transcendent.'

Chen Lun shook his head.

Clang!

A crisp ringing sound.

Rotten Persimmon's spear collided with the red-clothed woman's sharp knife. He had intended to repeat his trick and flick away the woman's weapon but didn't expect to meet such enormous resistance.

The other's strength was just too great!

"Haha—!!"

The red-clothed woman, with her not-so-sturdy arms, slapped Rotten Persimmon's spear away, followed by a downward slash.

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Rotten Persimmon's wide-brimmed hat was torn apart and his head was split open with a cut, blood and brain matter splattering.

[You have died!]

His vision went dark, then he saw this notification.

"I really have no brains... Why did I rush to the front?"

That's what he had thought before dying.

The strongest among these players, Rotten Persimmon, was taken down in one encounter by the woman in red, and the others were even more powerless to fight back. Not to mention, there were other plague crazies attacking the players desperately on the side.

The player alliance, ready to gang up on the woman in red, crumbled in an instant, scattering in disarray. The soldiers were being slaughtered, unable to escape from the woman in red's swift movements.

Rotten Persimmon, resurrected, was annoyed at the other players who cowered and hesitated to move forward.

"This can't go on..."

Rotten Persimmon was extremely anxious.

This was the first elite monster he had encountered, and the thought of leaving without a fight was just too much to bear.

Unfortunately, these individual players were a disorganized crowd, impossible to command. Otherwise, if the brothers from the God's Love Guild were here, they could probably have used sheer numbers to take down this red-dressed woman!

Just then.

A man wearing a black flat-top hat appeared in everyone's view, seemingly out of nowhere.

It was as if he had been standing there from the start, but no one had noticed him.

"!!"

Rotten Persimmon jumped in shock.

The other players had the same reaction.

"Hahaha—!!"

The red-dressed dancer swung her sharp knife, stabbing two players to death and chopping down a soldier, charging straight towards where the others were gathered.

And this strange man just happened to be standing in their way.

"Who is this man?!"

A player asked.

"I don't know!"

The others shook their heads in unison.

In everyone's gaze, the man gently raised his right hand.

Crack!

He caught hold of the sharp knife the woman in red swung down.

Boom!!

A bright flame burst from his palm and the knife instantly turned red-hot, melting into a stream of molten metal.

"Behead."

The man's deep voice uttered a single word.

He brought his fingers together, and a bright yellow flame blazed up, shaping into a long, wide-bladed executioner's knife in his hand.

Boom!!

With a swing of his hand, the Flame Beheading Knife sliced through the air, and the neck of the woman in red and everything above was engulfed in flames, instantly turning into charred ash and smoke.

The man turned around, adjusted the brim of his hat, and walked casually towards the players.

Behind him, the red figure collapsed to the ground with a thud, motionless.

"Damn! That was so cool!"

"So strong...? A Transcendent!"

"What's his background?! Could he be a Mentor NPC from Novice Village?!"

The players stared intently, casting "Scout" at the man, then were stunned by the results.

The feedback consisted of a series of indecipherable lines and an intensely dark red "Extremely Lethal."

And only above this man's head, under the "Scout," did an ID slowly appear—

"Black Messenger"!