I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Chapter 337: Chapter 233 Destiny Giant Serpent_2
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Chen Lun thought to himself.

He signaled his four companions, planning to approach Mr. Bales for a conversation.

Just then.

A man appeared out of nowhere in front of him.

Golden hair, chiseled features, profound gaze.

The man wore a pair of gold-framed glasses, resembling an ordinary lawyer, and smiled faintly at Chen Lun as he extended his hand.

“!!”

Chen Lun’s body hairs stood on end, a strong sense of crisis welling up within him.

The warning from his Spiritual Intuition was nearing its threshold.

Yet he was shocked to find that he was unable to move, not even able to enter an extreme state.

Bales, the Pot, Akebin, and Drake, who were present, all saw this man and discerned his intent to act against Chen Lun, and unanimously wanted to intervene.

But they all froze.

A powerful wave of sadness suddenly erupted in their hearts without cause, arising from nothingness, and the tide of grief swiftly submerged them.

Bales stood frozen like a statue, Mr. Pot wept bitterly, Mr. Bottle retreated into his bronze body, Akebin knelt to the ground, and Drake collapsed, screaming, curling up with his head in his hands.

Hiss…

From Chen Lun’s chest, myriad green vine shadows were forcibly dragged out, forming an ancient book that the strange golden-haired man now held in his hand.

“Howard…!”

Chen Lun remembered the words of the Cat God, connected them with the man before him, and struggled to pronounce the name.

Howard, holding “Philip’s Dreamland Adventure,” smiled faintly at Chen Lun.

“Jack, don’t be nervous, I mean no harm… I’m just casually checking on the progress,” he said.

Having said that, he began flipping through the book in his hands.

Boom!

A blinding white light flashed by.

Howard and Chen Lun’s figures both disappeared at once.

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Within the space created by the Four Seasons Bookmark – Wake of Insects.

Howard stood on the vast hills, surveyed the boundless grasslands with no visible edges, and looked at the empty Vine Platform in front of him with a puzzled expression.

“This is not ‘Immortal Realm’.”

He walked a few steps forward and reached the Vine Platform.

The view brightened at the limit of his vision.

Looking up,

At the edge of the sight ahead, a towering tree stood tall, branches and leaves lush, covering the sky.

A silver-white Destiny Giant Serpent was coiled upon the great tree, with each scale on its body as large as a house, the surface covered in countlessly many eyes, each twisting and turning, its pupils reflecting numerous scenes from the mortal world.

Around the giant serpent, rings of light displayed, with profound and mystical symbols floating within, countless, wriggling and twisting as if alive.

The serpent’s head blocked all the light, casting a shadow from behind, looking down on Howard like a deity.

A look of astonishment crossed Howard’s face.

He stared directly at the silver-white giant serpent, blood slowly streaming from his eyes, yet he seemed unconcerned.

“Unexpected… truly unexpected… The surprises within Jack fill me with trepidation, yet also with boundless excitement… for surprises are an indispensable part of drama, and if even I, the writer, cannot foresee them, then the play becomes all the more thrilling,” he murmured.

Howard whispered, taking off his gold-framed glasses, and bowed respectfully toward the distant giant serpent.

“The humble tragedian pays his respects to the exalted Destiny Giant Serpent—Your Majesty Oscar.”

After a moment.

The thoughts of the giant serpent conveyed, causing the entire space to tremble slightly:

“Childish pranks, though amusing, are meaningless.”

Howard maintained his gesture of touching his chest in a bow, revealing a smile.

“Every adult was once a child, but alas, few adults remember that fact,” he replied.

The Destiny Giant Serpent said no more.

It simply gazed silently at Howard.

Howard’s smile stiffened, sweat beads uncontrollably breaking out on his forehead, veins bulging as though he were enduring terrible agony.

“As an Angel of Destiny, Your Majesty has been watching me, observing everything that happens… I can feel a force invisibly propelling things, with me as the pivotal point, also an important figure in the new era.”

He struggled to lift his head, the skin of his forehead beginning to bulge, his facial muscles twisting, his voice hoarse:

“Destiny guides me… I am the protagonist of the era.”

Howard’s forehead burst open, revealing a black mask wet with tears, and blood also flowed from his eyes.

“I apologize for my offense, but even Your Majesty cannot change this fact… Jack is my favorite character, and he always will be.”

With a bang.

Howard’s body exploded like fireworks, turning into a puddle of blood and flesh.

The weeping mask clanged as it fell to the ground.

“Everyone walks a similar path, yet they all mistakenly think they are extraordinary and unconventional.”

The commentary of the Destiny Giant Serpent echoed in the space.

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Chen Lun opened his eyes.

He found himself lying in darkness.

Getting up, he took the Silver Pot off his head and looked around.

‘What place is this…?’

He recalled what had happened before.

The man who had been manipulating his fate from behind the scenes had actually appeared and personally made a move, extracting “Philip’s Dreamland Adventure” from him.

Then he was transported to this place.

‘What exactly does that guy want to do?!’

Chen Lun felt a ball of Wrath pressing on his chest.

He could accept being killed by a high-positioned powerful being after giving it his all because that meant he was simply outmatched. However, being controlled like a puppet on strings was indeed a suffocating experience.

Chen Lun stood up, clenched his fists, then slowly relaxed them.

He took several deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down.

‘As long as I’m still alive, there’s a chance… The Moon Goddess and the Cat God didn’t need to lie to me, as long as I ascend to a High Sequence, I will have the power to resist Destiny and break out of this circle.

Plus, I am a transmigrator, my advantage is the foreknowledge of the plot, being a player, the panel… Howard was able to manipulate my destiny because He is a higher-ranked being of my Sequence, as long as I increase my power, He won’t be able to do anything to me.’

Chen Lun vaguely composed himself.

He told himself that anger was useless, only by viewing himself from the most objective third-person perspective could he find a way out.

The surroundings were pitch dark, with just a hint of light not far away.

Chen Lun steadied his thoughts and walked toward the light.

He could sense that his current location was in the Immortal Realm because his consciousness could connect to the Maggie Statue and other cabins, though for some reason, he couldn’t teleport.

‘I’ve never been to this place before… and it seems I’m trapped here for now, temporarily unable to exit the Immortal Realm.’

Chen Lun’s expression was grave.

As he walked forward, he saw the source of the light; it was a campfire with a pot of soup cooking on it, wafting the aroma of mushrooms and meat.

Next to the fire was a wooden cabin, exactly like the other cabins in the Immortal Realm.

A glimmer of hope rose in Chen Lun’s heart.

‘If I can activate it, maybe I can go back.’

He didn’t rush to open the door but kept a distance and quietly observed.

The external campfire was clearly a sign of human activity, and according to custom, there were usually powerful mutated creatures guarding near the cabin, so Chen Lun remained highly vigilant.

After about half an hour.

Chen Lun didn’t notice anything unusual, and his Spiritual Intuition didn’t warn him either.

After thinking it over, he decided to use Card Divination just to be safe. The prediction did not indicate danger.

Chen Lun threw down several playing cards near the cabin as “Magic Marks” for a swap that would allow him to escape at any moment, then put on the [Black Patterned Cufflinks] and sprayed a bit of [Restful Perfume], cautiously approaching the cabin door.

He gently pushed open the door of the cabin.

The interior was completely different from the cabins he remembered.

With bewilderment, Chen Lun conducted a quick Scout inside and was surprised to find that there were signs of someone having lived there, and the signs weren’t old.

‘Could it be Philip…?’

This thought suddenly crossed his mind, but remembering the Cat God Maggie’s response—Philip had failed to challenge Destiny—it seemed unlikely to be him.

‘Then who could it be? I hold the authority of the Immortal Realm; no one but me should be able to enter a cabin…’

Chen Lun frowned.

As was his custom, he started searching the table in the cabin, where Philip usually left something behind.

Unfortunately, this time he found no valuable relics.

Just then.

Footsteps sounded from outside the cabin.

Chen Lun’s heart skipped a beat.

The footsteps seemed to appear out of nowhere, leaving him with no warning.

Chen Lun turned around sharply and saw a figure standing at the doorway.

“You’ve finally come, Jack.”