I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

So spending some money to maintain character health is indeed necessary.

Upon seeing the Blunderbuss in Rotten Persimmon's hands, everyone instantly felt envious.

There were also members from other guilds among the crowd, and although they weren't from one of the Three Major Guilds, pooling money to buy a "pioneer artifact" was still not a problem.

Before long, a few more players had gathered enough money to buy firearms from Chen Lun.

They showed expressions of joy and then started recruiting team members on the spot, preparing to team up and grind monsters.

Someone opened the [Mission] dialogue box above Chen Lun's head and found that most of the missions were related to the nearby "Plague District." They involved either hunting a certain number of "Plague Madmen" or collecting specific materials or supplies within.

It was as if this mysterious merchant named "Black Messenger" was specifically waiting here to serve as a guide NPC for the "Plague District" map.

The players excitedly gathered around Chen Lun in a circle, with new batches of players arriving and others departing towards the nearby Plague District.

The cycle repeated, creating quite a lively scene.

The soldiers watching from afar were utterly astonished by this phenomenon.

They didn't know who this gentleman wearing a black flat top hat was, but given his ability to "inspire" people so effectively, he must be a person of considerable charisma... and at the very least, a brilliant orator.

Otherwise, it would not explain why the new recruits who were initially preparing to flee returned to the "battlefield." They even changed their previously timid attitude, becoming extremely excited as if fueled by adrenaline, itching to battle against the Plague Madmen for countless rounds.

Bang!!

A loud gunshot rang out.

Everyone looked up to see Rotten Persimmon lifting the Blunderbuss, leading the charge against the previously escaped plague victims by pulling the trigger.

The latter, powerless to retaliate, got hit from several meters away by the blast, blood oozing from his body as he was knocked back and fell to the ground, struggling to get up.

Even as the madman maintained his maniacal laughter, the crowd no longer felt fear.

Fear, after all, stems from insufficient firepower!

Bang!!

Another shot rang out, and the fallen plague patient died on the spot, motionless.

Rotten Persimmon reloaded his ammunition and flashed a brilliant smile.

He assembled a few solo players and began to clear out the "remaining fish" around them. Watching the stream of kill notifications popping up, he felt a surge of adrenaline.

"Worth it! Damn well worth it! This firearm packs a punch, wildly killing, leveling up super fast!"

Rotten Persimmon's face turned red with excitement.

The solo players teaming up with him continuously cheered, almost doing nothing while Rotten Persimmon slaughtered the monsters. Consequently, they received a fair share of experience points.

Where else could they find such a comfortable situation?

To avoid being kicked out of the team, they showered Rotten Persimmon with enthusiastic flattery, each piece more sycophantic than the last, much to Rotten Persimmon's enjoyment.

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It quickly became the next day.

Players had been grinding in the "Plague District" for a day, with those armed "big shots" leading teams, and the leveling was quite fast.

Rotten Persimmon had already reached level eight and planned to rush to level ten today, then leave Emerald Town and head to Amber City... According to the guild's beta veterans Doghead Gold and Forget No Taboo, that was the metropolis with promising prospects.

Staying in a small place like Emerald Town meant no prospects.

Today, he did not team up with solo players because his guildmates had arrived. There were four of them, making five including Rotten Persimoon himself.

Following the chairman's instructions, Rotten Persimmon acted as the temporary team leader. With him being the most successful and having the highest level among them, no one objected.

Rotten Persimmon led his four teammates from God's Love Guild, striking boldly through the Plague District. As long as they didn't provoke too many Plague Madmen at once, they were essentially in no danger.
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Bang!

Rotten Persimmon raised his gun and shot an old woman wielding a cheese cutter, blasting her away before smiling and pressing the level up button.

[Your Sub Occupation level has increased! Currently at [Church Guardian LV10 (MAX)]! You feel your body has been strengthened!]

"Perfect, the mission is also complete, let's go,"

Rotten Persimmon put away his gun and said to his companions.

The others nodded, and then the group slowly left the spot.

The streets of the Plague District were desolate and littered with trash. Faint laughter and nursery rhymes could be heard echoing from some building, creating a chilling atmosphere.

Rotten Persimmon led his teammates out of the Plague District and back to the street corner in the west of the town.

The figure with the black hat still stood against the wall.

Many new players had gathered there, including quite a few from the previous day, either pooling their money to shop, receiving missions, or collecting rewards after completing missions.

Rotten Persimmon suddenly stopped his steps from a distance of tens of meters.

The four teammates from God's Love Guild looked puzzled.

"Captain Rotten Persimmon, what's wrong?"

Someone asked

"I have a plan, but I wonder if you're willing to take a gamble with me,"

A hint of madness flashed in Rotten Persimmon's eyes.

"I've asked the veteran beta players, Doghead Gold and Forget No Taboo, and they told me that even Low Sequence Transcendents are afraid of firearms... they can be killed by a firearm!"

He lifted the [Wrath] in his hand, gently stroking it.

The others watched him, seemingly realizing something, their faces showing surprise.

"You're planning to...?"