I've Become the King of Villains in the Game
Chapter 67 Midnight Skirmish

Night.

The first-floor hall of the backyard villa.

Chen Lun and Vigrey sat opposite each other at the long table.

Floey had gone back to her room early to rest, and now only the two of them were in the hall.

"Mr. Jack, I heard you're a scholar from out of town?"

Vigrey poured himself a glass of strong liquor.

The orange glow from the electric light passed through the ice in the glass, merging with the amber color of the alcohol, distorting the young man's face.

"Yes, Mr. Vigrey. I come from an inconspicuous small city in Rock State..."

Chen Lun picked up his glass and took a sip of milk.

"Didn't you want to talk to me about literary matters?"

Vigrey didn't respond to him and glanced at the milk in his hand, chuckling softly.

"Mr. Jack's preferences are... quite unique."

"Drinking milk at night helps with sleep. I suggest you try it, just one glass, and you're guaranteed to sleep better than a baby."

Chen Lun gulped it down and let out a milk burp.

Veins popped on Vigrey's forehead, and his voice turned colder.

"Jack, I won't beat around the bush with you... the mystery circle of Amber City is not something an outsider can get involved in."

Chen Lun wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

In a nutshell, the other party's words meant that the waters of Amber City were too deep for him to fathom.

But Chen Lun didn't take the other's threat seriously. Since he wanted to quickly increase his Strength, it was inevitable that he would get involved in some struggles. If possible, he would also like to lay low in one place like the supreme sword deity of a small town.

But there was no time to allow for that.

Whether it was Floey's death countdown, the arrival of the 1.0 version public beta players, or even the later ravaging of the Empire by the Red Apple Church... if these things were left unchecked, then Chen Lun's Destiny would gradually slip out of his control.

He didn't like the feeling of losing control.

And it was too cowardly to hesitate and hold back.

Chen Lun looked at the indifferent young man and thought it was a pity.

If only he had the "Scout" function that came with the player panel. Although he couldn't get comprehensive and specific information, he could know some basic details about the other party to make judgments.

"Let me remind you again, Jack, Pompey Manor and Outer City District's sewer beach craftsman are Sir Oil Paint's things...

In Amber City, no one can touch his stuff, not the Church, not the Shelter!"

Vigrey said in a cold voice.

"Why not?"

Chen Lun retorted with a polite smile.

"This Sir Oil Paint you mentioned... is he a Saint? Or an Angel?"

Saints and Angels are titles of respect for High Sequence Transcendents. Saints have transcended the mortal shell and even all Life on earth; they are neither human nor ordinary Transcendents. They have stepped into the category of Mythical creatures.

Angels, on the other hand, are beings closer to the end of a Sequence. Each Sequence path has a countable number of Angels. They have another name—Sub-Gods.

If Sir Oil Paint is such a powerful being, then it's not just Amber City; even the Sun Royal Family of the Royal City of Beryl wouldn't dare to offend him lightly...

"Jack, you're courting Death!"

No sooner had Vigrey spoken than he vanished from the chair.

The next second, he was propping himself up over the table, pressing down a large hand towards Chen Lun's head!

Bang!!

Chen Lun countered with an uppercut.

[Rhinoceros Impact]!

A strong surge of air blasted outwards.

The chair Chen Lun was sitting on instantly disintegrated.

Vigrey snorted coldly, a large mouth full of sharp teeth appeared in his palm and viciously snapped down!

Crack! Squeak—!!

Vigrey's eyes narrowed.

He saw that on his fist held in his palm, a layer of dark gold scales had grown, and white exoskeletons covered the knuckles. The serrated teeth scraped over, emitting a grating noise.

[Carp Armor]!

Vigrey was surprised that even the large mouth in his palm couldn't chew through this hard bone, so he let go and abandoned the grip.

He pushed away Chen Lun's fist, brought his five fingers together to form a blade, and then slashed towards Chen Lun's neck.

A row of sharp teeth emerged along the edge of Vigrey's palm, like a meat saw chopping down!

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Swoosh—Hiss!

Chen Lun dissipated the features on his arm and executed "Serpentine Incarnation," his body twisting to dodge the attack.

Vigrey's hand turned into a blade, slicing off one side of the solid wood table as it brushed past the corner.

With a thud, a loud bang resounded!

Sawdust and dust filled the air.

Suddenly, a gust of air pierced through the dust and struck Vigrey fiercely.

Bang!

"Scorpion Tail Needle"!

Vigrey raised his hand to block Chen Lun's kick, the great impact causing him to retreat two steps.

His entire arm started to engorge, muscles bulging and veins protruding as it turned into a "red giant arm" as if filling with air.

Vigrey furrowed his brow, spread his hand, and saw the big mouth in his palm writhing uncomfortably.

Then he vomited, expelling a pool of black blood.

"Supernatural Toxin?"

Vigrey's complexion turned ugly.

"Flesh Faction Sequence Eight—Gourmet"?

From across the debris of tables and chairs, Chen Lun spoke softly.

"I thought you could eat anything."

Vigrey didn't say a word.

The Transcendent known as Jack was not weak, and Vigrey had not gained an advantage. Since his opponent was not a weakling that could be squashed easily, he had no intention of continuing to stubbornly fight without knowing the other's capabilities.

He gave Chen Lun a cold look, flung his arm to restore it to normal.

Without another word, he turned and walked out the door.

As soon as Vigrey's figure disappeared from sight, Chen Lun exhaled a breath of foul air.

He lifted his arm and inspected it, noting a clear bite mark on the back of his hand. A faint pain was also coming from his calf, where his last kick was blocked by Vigrey's hand blade, inadvertently causing a cut from the counterforce.

"Fighting above one's level without using my trump card is still somewhat challenging..."

Chen Lun sighed inwardly.

Although both sides were just probing and did not go all out in the recent exchange, Chen Lun had more or less gauged his current limits.

If he let loose, he was confident he could barely hold his ground against his opponent. But as time went by, he would likely be defeated.

After all, the opponent was a Sequence higher than him, and the "Gourmet's" abilities were far from limited to what had been seen. It was also possible that the opponent had unknown trump cards.

Of course, if Chen Lun used his trump card, the outcome would remain uncertain.

Simultaneously, Chen Lun also noticed some clues.

"This Vigrey... resembles 'Dolly' a lot!"

Based on his memories, the "Big Stomach King" Dolly was a Sequence Eight "Gourmet," a Transcendent who had half-stepped into the Sequence Seven "Ghoul." If he timed it right, Vigrey in two years could have reached that stage.

But on this alone, Chen Lun could not be certain.

Because Dolly was a fat man with distorted facial features and ugly appearance.

These characteristics Vigrey did not possess.

But one could not rule out the possibility that he might turn into that due to some accident along the original timeline in the next two years.

Chen Lun secretly kept this speculation to himself.

"Are you okay?"

A ethereal voice carried from behind him, laced with concern.

Floey had come down the stairs unnoticed and was standing nearby.

She had been startled by the noise of the fight but was unable to assist, which left her feeling dejected.

"I'm fine."

Chen Lun said with a smile.

Looking at the disastrous state of the hall, he felt a headache coming on, unsure of how to explain it tomorrow.

Was he supposed to tell Viscount Pompey that he had fought with his son?

And why was there a corner of the table sliced off?

Were the two of them fencing in the middle of the night?

As Chen Lun was lost in thought, a voice suddenly resounded in his mind:

"Internal test begins! Countdown: 11 hours 59 minutes 58 seconds..."]

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