I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

"That's right!"

Rotten Persimmon turned his head, his gaze falling on the figure of the gentleman in the black top hat surrounded by a group of players.

"That 'Black Messenger' mysterious merchant must be a Transcendent... but this is Novice Village after all, his power can't be too outrageous. Maybe we can kill him and take the stuff he carries."

Rotten Persimmon became more and more excited as he spoke.

"Even if we fail, it's no big deal. At worst, we die and drop a level. The loss isn't significant... Anyway, we're leaving here tomorrow to head for Amber City. Why not take one last gamble before we go?"

He looked at his companions and tempted them:

"If we succeed, that mysterious merchant is bound to drop items... Those potions, firearms, and even more powerful, yet so expensive we can't afford them, 'Mysterious Objects'! They will all be ours!"

Saying this, Rotten Persimmon clenched his fist tightly.

"Maybe, he even has Supernatural Knowledge on him!"

At this, his four companions were momentarily stunned before their breathing quickened.

"Let's gamble! I'm only level six right now anyway. If I drop, so be it; I can level up again soon... Rotten Persimmon boss, how do we make our move?"

One of them declared through gritted teeth.

Rotten Persimmon chuckled stealthily and whispered to them:

"Like this... gibberish Babu Biebu..."

While the five of them were whispering among themselves, at the far end of the street corner, the man with the black flat top hat suddenly glanced in their direction.

Underneath the layer of twisting black fog was an unseen smile.

Chen Lun withdrew his gaze and continued to earnestly play the role of the current "NPC Mentor", or you could also call it the role of the "Novice Village mysterious merchant."

He had traveled long distances to get to Emerald Town, and it wasn't for the money... the new players in front of him were too poor, without much to squeeze from them.

He had three purposes.

The first was to thoroughly test his NPC Template mechanisms, including selling items, issuing quests, and teaching Skills. Currently, "teaching Skills" wasn't quite feasible, so it would have to be postponed.

But he had already figured out the functions of selling items and issuing quests, so the trip was worth it.

The second was to brush up the 'Black Messenger' presence in front of the players, to plant a seed in their minds... a seed about the 'Black Messenger', and then wait for it to Detonate at some future moment.

It was also a convenient trip to the "front lines" to survey, in preparation for providing customized services to the players later on.

The third was to guide the newbie players. Mr. Jack, who styled himself as the "Guide of Destiny," had to implement this persona thoroughly.

"Outsider warriors, if you feel that you have been trained and the time is ripe, you can consider heading to the nearest metropolis—Amber City. That is where your Destiny belongs, and it will also be your stage in the future."

Chen Lun lowered his hat brim and spoke in a mysterious and epic tone.

Upon hearing this, the players looked at each other.

Some players in the crowd had already recorded his image and manner of speaking and posted it on the internal forums, with the title "The mysterious merchant of Emerald Town has real style! Is your newbie area's Guide like this?"

Because Chen Lun's face was covered with a [Starry Veil], no player had recognized him so far, at most feeling he looked a lot like "Jack" but without solid evidence to prove the two were the same person.

At this moment.

Rotten Persimmon, along with his four teammates from God's Love, made their way through the crowd.

"Make way, we're here to turn in a quest."

Seeing this, the other players stepped aside to let them through.

Rotten Persimmon and his teammates walked straight up to Chen Lun, and he submitted the quest without any fuss.

The man in the black top hat turned to look at him, nodding slightly, as if quite pleased.

"Mr. Rotten Persimmon, you are an outstanding warrior. Here are your rewards... I hope you grow quickly; I'm looking forward to your future performance."

Chen Lun flicked his hand, handing over two boxes of ammunition and a pack of Antiepidemic Sugar Cubes. The Experience Points and currency reward had already been sent through the panel, saving him quite a bit of trouble.

Rotten Persimmon accepted the quest rewards and saw the quest completion pop-up. He nodded.

In the chat room, he sent out an instruction:

"—Attack now!"

His teammates had already surrounded the 'Black Messenger' unnoticed. At Rotten Persimmon's command, they all struck at once, lifting the rusty vegetable knives and sickles and violently slashing down at him.

Rotten Persimmon also seized the opportunity to lift the muzzle of his gun, ready to pull the trigger at the 'Black Messenger'.

Boom!!

The players gathered around were stunned.

They had never imagined that the people from God's Love would dare to make a move on the 'Guide' and 'mysterious merchant'!
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Weren't they too bold?!

After a loud bang.

Everyone only felt a blast like thunder by their ears and a wave of heat rushing towards them, as flames erupted in front of their eyes.

The four players who had surrounded the 'Black Messenger' and tried to ambush him had vanished without a trace, most likely burned alive by the fire.

Rotten Persimmon, with all his equipment burned, lay ragged on the ground, his eyes wide open.

The 'Black Messenger' remained unharmed and even effortlessly squatted down in front of Rotten Persimmon, snapping his fingers.

Pop!

"You will regret desecrating the messenger of the 'foreign gods', Mr. Rotten Persimmon..."

Rotten Persimmon's head exploded like a torch bursting into flames.

He twitched twice on the ground and then vanished into a white light.