I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

The music box was casually placed on the Heavenly Fields by Chen Lun.

After half a day, its lid automatically opened, followed by that bizarre, chiming melody.

The Cat God, dozing under the Holy Tree, was awakened, a flash of irritation in its eyes.

Fortunately, Chen Lun noticed just in time, otherwise with Maggie's temperament, she would have dismantled it in no time.

Chen Lun picked up the music box, turned around, and saw Maggie giving him a warning look, as if saying, don't set alarms for me again.

"Sorry."

Chen Lun responded with an apologetic smile, tipping his hat in salute.

Once Maggie closed her eyes again, he turned and left.

Walking on the boundless Heavenly Fields, Chen Lun held the music box, and the little man with a red tie inside saluted him, looking up with a hearty laugh:

"Your Majesty the King in Azure, I have recommended you, the Worldly Secret Cult is holding a gathering right now, if you are free, you might as well attend."

"Well, that sounds good."

Chen Lun pondered briefly and agreed to the suggestion.

"The location of gatherings for the Worldly Secret Cult members is variable, but most of the time it's arranged deep within the Spirit World... This gathering's host is 'Mr. Island', who has opened a special area, and the music box will guide you and serve as your entry credential."

Nate reminded.

"Thank you."

Chen Lun softly thanked.

The chiming sound of the music box suddenly stopped, the little man with the red tie maintaining his salute pose.

Click.

The lid was gently closed by Chen Lun.

The music box conveyed a faint, intangible message, seemingly pointing to a coordinate in the Spirit World.

As the master of the Spirit World and Immortal Realm, Chen Lun instantly grasped the exact location pointed to, and with a swoosh, he suddenly vanished from the spot.

Reappearing, he had already arrived at the second level of the Spirit World.

In front of him, was a misty deep blue vista, where swirling thin fog danced, and silence pervaded all around.

Chen Lun raised the music box towards the air in front of him.

In the next second, the mist twisted, and a rectangular doorframe about ten meters high abruptly appeared, a decorative eyeball hanging on top of the doorframe.

Chen Lun frowned slightly, catching a whiff of some peculiar fragrance.

This fragrance was like a mix of floral and musk aromas, with a hint of a strange scent.

[You are affected by a mysterious force, and will fall into the state of "Bowed Smile"...]

[Willpower check in progress...]

[Your willpower is 132 points, check failed!]

[Mystical Weight check in progress...]

[Your Mystical Weight prevails, check successful!]

[Mysterious Resistance applied...]

[You have exempted from this mysterious influence!]

Chen Lun's eyes grew cold.

He hadn't even entered the gate before being plotted against.

An influence that couldn't be resisted even with his 132 points of willpower, this technique must be of angelic level power.

If not for his own terrifying Mystical Weight and resistance, he would likely have been set back here.

'Ancient God...'

Chen Lun inwardly noted, stepping into the Great Gate.

Whoosh!

The mist surged, the gate vanished suddenly, and all returned to tranquility.

When Chen Lun passed through the misty deep blue vista, what met his eyes was a dim area.

The sound of waves crashing could be faintly heard in his ears, salty sea breeze blowing directly in his face, and around him, there was a dim, twilight-like sky, like the time just before nightfall.

Directly in front, a massive round table was placed on a clean beach.

At the edge of the table sat eight figures of varying sizes.

With Chen Lun's arrival, these figures ceased their exchange, all turning to look, and even in the dim light, Chen Lun could clearly feel their interested gazes.

"Welcome to this gathering, Your Majesty the King in Azure."

The speaker, was the massive figure seated at the head position.

He was four or five meters tall, his greenish-black head seemingly connected with broad shoulders, neck invisible, and under the dim light, his muscular surface, deep blue skin circulated with a sheen.

"I am the host of this gathering, Your Majesty can call me 'Mr. Island', 'Messenger' Nate Sofite has already informed us about you, and I warmly welcome you…"

Mr. Island raised a large hand, pointing to an empty seat to his right.

"Please, take a seat."

Chen Lun removed his hat, signaling to everyone.

Immediately, he strode to the table and sat down naturally.

When up close, without raising his eyelids, Chen Lun observed all the members through [Five Senses Perception].

He was secretly amazed that all present members of the Esoteric Cult were without exception of angelic rank or higher, if not for mastering No Return Land, he probably couldn't see through them at all.

Chen Lun recognized an "old acquaintance" among them.

On the third seat to the left, sat a man with a bird's head and a human body, with dark green feathers and a pair of deep, jet-black eyes.

'Emerald Bird...'

Chen Lun inwardly noted.

At this moment, on the second seat to Mr. Island's left, a tall man in a white, brimmed hat and wearing a flowing white mantle spoke:

"Recently, the great battle in the Spirit World caught our attention, Your Majesty the King in Azure faced the Empire's encirclement, yet emerged unscathed, even mauling the pursuers. Truly admirable."

Through panel hints, Chen Lun was informed that this person was named "Gentleman Snow".

He faintly sensed a chill from this man, even hearing his voice created a cold discomfort.

At this time, a man with a flower hat on another seat echoed:

"Indeed, quite commendable."