I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Chapter 453: Chapter 315: Transformation Technique Iteration! Pale Stance!

After dinner.

Chen Lun went to the study.

He poured himself a glass of milk and was about to drink it when his Spiritual Intuition once again fluctuated, sending a faint premonition of danger, though not a strong one.

“Hmm?”

Chen Lun placed the glass in front of him, observing the milk closely, but found nothing out of the ordinary, and even the panel could not detect any abnormalities.

‘There is something wrong with it just like the beef… seems like it’s deeply concealed.’

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Chen Lun narrowed his eyes and casually threw all the milk into the Spirit World to destroy it.

He slowly sat down on a single-seater sofa, starting to think.

‘I have no clues about the third opportunity for now; I was planning to go to the suburbs to look for it myself, but this matter is rather strange… I’ll investigate the slaughterhouse tomorrow first.’

After making up his mind.

He began to check the new abilities he had acquired recently.

Of the ten memory slots in [Animal Mimicry], there were already nine Sup..ernatural Creature characteristics stored —

[Creeping Body], [Spirit Breath], [Splitting Resurgence], [Hell Resistance], [Skin of Curse], [Mad Pot’s Heart], [Blood of Decay], [Ultimate Beauty], and [Didak Armor].

The remaining slot for an ordinary creature characteristic was [Steel Bones], which could grow a black exoskeleton for offense and defense, but now it seemed to be somewhat falling behind his strength.

‘I’ll replace it with an appropriate Supernatural Creature characteristic as soon as I encounter one, so that I have ten in total…’

Chen Lun thought to himself.

He slowly raised his right hand, trying various transformations.

His entire right arm twisted like a snake, then, scales pale as death sprouted on its surface, becoming a sinister white snake.

The next second, the entire body of the white snake began to split from the middle into two, then four, then eight… eventually dozens of finger-thin white snakes extended from Chen Lun’s elbow, writhing through the air.

Chen Lun grinned, uttering a word:

“Creeping…”

With several ghastly snaps, the dozens of white snakes that his forearm had turned into swelled, growing into leg-thick pythons that crawled onto the floor and spread in all directions, as if laying a thick pale carpet all over the study.

Such a horrifying scene would likely cause an ordinary person’s Sanity to plummet, resulting in fainting or madness on the spot.

‘If I use this combination of changes, it seems to be applicable as a kind of advanced technique for close combat… With the swarm of snakes entwining and intertwining, their malleability and Agility become extremely strong, taking the form of hammers, drills, whips, pincers, nets, and many other shapes, suitable for all kinds of combat situations. Whether it’s attack or defense, or to bind and disrupt the enemy, it can cover all bases.’

Chen Lun pondered more, his eyes growing brighter.

‘Now having reached Max Level with Fleurette Meditation, my body control ability has improved, fully capable of supporting such operations… Unfortunately, the number of snakes affects the effectiveness, and dozens of white snakes are my limit.’

He sighed inwardly and retracted all the snakes, with his arm returning to its original form.

“I’ll call this technique ‘Pale Hand’.”

Subsequently, Chen Lun researched and developed derivative uses of the new technique… for example, using the Pale Hand to grab an enemy, and then using the Magic “Body Separation” to sever the snake swarm from himself.

The split-off snake swarm could continue to bind the enemy or could act as a Corruption Bomb, blasting up close and personal.

Chen Lun tried to separate one finger, which then gradually shaped into a human figure, identical to him but with a dull expression and very miniature.

Like a little handcrafted figure.

This was the effect of the characteristic [Splitting Resurgence].

“Hmm…”

Chen Lun pondered, trying to command this “little Chen Lun” to walk, jump, and run on the table.

It counted as a mobile mini Corruption Bomb, but far from the “Deceptive Clone” he had envisioned.

‘Even using the Creeping Body characteristic to enlarge it, can only grow to about twenty centimeters tall… Unless I separate half my body, I can’t achieve a life-size scale.’

He then manipulated the “little Chen Lun” to run back towards him, leaping from the edge of the coffee table and flying back to where the finger was severed, restoring itself to its former state.

Chen Lun continued to explore his abilities.

A moment later.

He made a new discovery.

Cheek and jawline shadows split open on each side, slightly opening and closing as if breathing… This was the effect of the characteristic [Spirit Breath], allowing him to breathe air from the Spirit World.

Chen Lun opened his mouth and spat out a deep blue Flame, which twisted the space in front of him. He then attempted to perform Instantaneous Movement and successfully appeared on the other side of the vortex, namely, the corner of the study.

Looking back at the spatial vortex, Chen Lun’s face showed surprise.

‘I’m actually unaffected!’

He recalled the process just now, when the split in his jaw had opened wide to breathe in a large gulp of air from the Spirit World, appearing to neutralize something.

‘This is the most powerful innate ability of the ancient Supernatural Creature Lena Gana, capable of interfering with space, preventing Transcendents from entering or exiting the Spirit World, and also banning abilities like Instantaneous Movement or Cloud Leap… Yet, as the Caster, I can treat this chaotic space as my own domain, moving at will!’

Chen Lun was quite delighted with this.

After about ten minutes, as there was no further interference from the breath of fire, the space gradually returned to normal.

He returned to his seat on the sofa.

‘With the recent update of Supernatural Creature characteristics, the conventional state and extreme state I used to have are no longer applicable… While walking in the ordinary world in the guise of Mister Jack, Magic, cards, and sword techniques are more than enough to handle most matters. If necessary, I’ll directly unfold a ten-in-one Transformation.’

Chen Lun took a deep breath.

“This new form shall be named ‘Pale Stance’!”

He touched the rust-spotted wire necklace hanging under his neck.

“And there’s the Balag Armor…”

The next second.

Rust spots spread from his necklace, gradually covering his entire body.

At the same time, he decided to initiate “Pale Stance”—

In the blink of an eye, Chen Lun became the Spade Knight… no, now he should have a different name.

“Pale Knight.”

He walked in front of the full-length mirror in the study, dragging a long crimson cape, and saw how he looked at the moment.

An antique knight helmet, pitch-black cross-shaped slits, a three-tiered layered breastplate adorned with scale-like patterns, and various joints covered in serpentine decorations—altogether exceptionally exquisite.

The biggest difference was.

The formerly black and rust-covered armor had transformed into an ancient white armor.

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The next morning.

Chen Lun had Golov drive him in a carriage to the Montelro slaughterhouse to the northwest of Peacock City.

Barton and Morey were also in tow.

The Montelro slaughterhouse was originally a toy factory owned by the Harrington family, so it was surrounded by a three to four-meter-high wall. Due to a lack of maintenance over time, the exterior paint had chipped away, revealing the red-brick-and-cement structure underneath.

Some hooligan, not sure whose kid, had scribbled all over these already ugly walls, making them look dirty and chaotic.

Chen Lun stepped off the carriage and instructed Golov to wait for him at the gate.

In a flash, he approached the iron-barred main gate with Barton and Morey, tapping the lock gently with his finger twice.

Clang clang!

“Who is it? What’s the matter so early in the morning?!”

A drowsy middle-aged man came out from the guard post inside the gate. He was wearing a black security uniform that hung loosely on his body.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he cursed and made his way to the doorway.

When he saw a strikingly handsome, well-dressed young gentleman standing outside the iron gate, his demeanor immediately became cautious and respectful.

Especially when he noticed the two sizable men in suits by the gentleman’s side, staring at him coldly, as though they were fierce individuals who would draw a gun and shoot him dead at any moment.

“Ah, ha! Sorry, sorry, I was talking in my sleep just now!”

The middle-aged man immediately tossed away the cigarette and spoke nervously.

With a polite smile on his face, Chen Lun rested the Silver Staff on his right arm without speaking.

Morey stepped forward and handed over a business card.

“This gentleman is Mr. Jack, owner of the winery in the city center. We’ve come to discuss a substantial business deal with the owner of the Montelro slaughterhouse…”

“Ah, a big deal… okay, alright!”

The security guard accepted the business card, but in reality, he couldn’t read. He pretended to nod, then promptly opened the iron gate.

“The boss usually rests in the upper office of the workroom. I’ll take you gentlemen right up!”

The guard said with a fawning smile on his face.

“No need, just do your job… And next time I catch you being disrespectful to Mr. Jack, I’ll blow your dog’s head off with one shot!”

Barton flashed a malicious grin, showing a menacing expression.

The guard jumped in fright, nearly falling over and wetting his pants.

Chen Lun shook his head inwardly. Although Barton had been with him for quite a while, he used to be a hitman and even managed the Iron Fist Gang for some time, so he still emitted a strong sense of hostility.

Chen Lun flicked a Silver Ducat with his finger, landing it precisely in the security guard’s embrace.

“You go ahead and radio ahead for us. We’ll make our own way there,” Chen Lun said with a smile.

Feeling the silver coin in his hand and looking up at the smile of the young gentleman, the guard’s fear dissipated significantly. He swallowed and said gratefully:

“Thank you, generous sir, I’ll inform Mr. Montelro right away!”

As the security guard ran back to the post, Chen Lun gestured, and the three of them entered the slaughterhouse.

As they delved deeper, the area began to fill with the stench of blood and the pungent smell of dung.

In reality, Chen Lun didn’t head straight for the main building’s workroom but secretly summoned the rats, birds, and small creatures living in the slaughterhouse, directing them to scout around.

Shortly after.

The small animals returned, bringing with them intelligence and information.

After listening to their reports, Chen Lun’s eyes narrowed.

‘The pig, sheep, and poultry areas are as usual… Only the beef section has received a new batch of cattle. Is this where the problem lies? Or is there a secret hidden within the slaughterhouse itself?’

At that moment, a group of people quickly approached him. The leading fat man seemed quite pleased, shouting from a distance:

“Sir, are you the one who wants to discuss business with me? Ha ha… I knew today was a lucky day!”

As soon as the man came close, Chen Lun expressionlessly used “Mermaid’s Song.”

Montelro, the owner of the slaughterhouse, and the men around him were immediately put under hypnosis control.

“Did you take part in planning the mysterious incidents, tampering with the beef and milk?”