I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 212 - 170

But within a few seconds, a vine broke through the soil and pierced through their heart.

Gan Ziwen bit his teeth, lifted his curved knife, and, while still spurred on by the effect of the buff, desperately charged towards the quietly standing nun.

In the livestream, the barrage was dense.

"Gan Ziwen, charge!" "Don’t give up! You can die with dignity!" "My wife Floey is awesome!" "So cool! I want to join this organization too!"

Floey’s face was expressionless.

She gently lifted her hand, and a dim purple glow blossomed, her fingers hooking upward from below.

Hissss...!

Dozens of thick, black-purple vines burst from the ground, attacking Gan Ziwen.

"Arrgh!!"

Gan Ziwen shouted angrily and swung his curved knife to slash.

Amidst a series of muffled sounds, he chopped through several of the vines, but eventually ran out of strength and was pierced simultaneously by the remaining ones.

Pft, pft pft...!!

Gan Ziwen’s eyes bulged, his body full of vines, looking like a hedgehog.

The next second, he turned into a white light and disappeared.

"How terrifying! The player team was easily wiped out!" "That’s not a BOSS they can face at this stage!" "So cruel!" "Amber City Law Enforcers!" "Tragic! Causing trouble will just lead to guarding the corpse! No saving them!" "Rest in peace, Rotten Persimmon!"

Floey stood quietly.

Alone, she had killed more than twenty players, including two Transcendents. But instead of radiating murderous intent, her aura exuded a deathly stillness.

The blind woman suddenly lowered her head, raising her palm as if sensing something.

"Death and slaughter..."

She murmured softly.

Behind her, Barton was startled and watched the silhouette of the blind woman with uncertainty and suspicion.

"The nun of Lord Jack has been through a massacre... no, a slaughter, and has gained insight...?"

Barton felt the blind woman’s aura rising sharply in front of him.

He asked:

"Miss Floey, have you... have you advanced?!"

"Hmm."

Floey smiled faintly.

Then she murmured to herself:

"[Moon Faction Sequence Eight - Executioner]..."

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When Gan Ziwen gathered his team and came to the beach again.

The barrage in the livestream was full of doom and gloom.

Anyone with eyes could see that this group of players stood no chance against the powerful Floey, even if they came time and again.

But many others were inciting and encouraging, after all, it wasn’t themselves dying, so they might as well enjoy the show. The excitement only came from the fight, even if it was a one-sided slaughter.

Gan Ziwen and his companions were just being paid for a job and had no choice but to bite the bullet and go on.

"—This time, everyone listen to my command and charge forward, we might be able to defeat the ’Nun of Jack’ if we can get close!"

"—I doubt it, we’re likely to die at first sight."

"—And there are other elite monsters guarding beside her, it’s too tough!"

Gan Ziwen read the messages in the team channel and felt his head swell.

Soon, they returned to the front of the dilapidated building.

As the first time.

They were stunned again.

This time, the blind nun in the black dress gently extended her hand.

On the ground at her side, black-purple vines slowly grew and intertwined with each other, eventually weaving into a long scythe.

Floey held the Black Purple Scythe in a reverse grip and slowly walked towards the players.

"Obstinate Undead... ready to embrace death once again?"

Gan Ziwen’s eyes widened as he watched the scene unfold.

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The barrage in the livestream exploded—

"Damn! The BOSS directly entered the Second Phase!" "We haven’t even fought yet, how did the intensity of the battle rise?!" "The whole squad is done for!" "I’m sobbing! My wife Floey is too cool!"

At that moment.

Gan Ziwen and Honey Fool, along with the rest, suddenly received a message from their employer, the president of God’s Love Guild, "Everyone"—

"Once this life is used up, our hiring contract will end... the guild has done all it can for Rotten Persimmon and the others..."

Gan Ziwen and Honey Fool looked at each other.

For some reason, they all heaved a silent sigh of relief.

They just needed to die one more time...

And they would be free.

It’s just that Rotten Persimmon, that guy is probably beyond saving...

Woooosh——!!

A piercing whistle of cutting wind carried over.

The players turned their heads sharply, only to see the blind girl in a black dress leap over, her scythe sweeping out a fan-shaped blade light of black and purple.

Three players were cut in half at the waist, their faces still showing expressions of surprise.

A flash of white light.

Floey gently stepped on the ground beneath her feet.

Pfft, pfft, pfft...!

Dense vines once again burst forth from the earth, impaling all the other players.

Doghead Gold and Forget No Taboo were subsequently cleaved in half by the scythe.

But in the last moment before their deaths, their faces revealed an expression of sheer horror.

"Damn..."

Before they could finish speaking, the two turned into white light and vanished.

Gan Ziwen sharply captured this scene.

History was eerily similar; Honey Fool had no scroll, died even quicker than last time, and finally, it was Gan Ziwen’s turn.

As his head was about to be taken by the scythe, he finally understood why, just before death, others had shown such a terrified expression.

[You have suffered a Soul Execution! All Attributes -20%! Duration: 72 hours!]

[You are dead!]

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The effort to rescue Rotten Persimmon had come to an end.

Gan Ziwen and his prominent companions ended in failure.

While the God’s Love Guild spent money to promote themselves, they also showcased a fearsome Transcendent organization to the players—The Circus!

Not only were their bottom rank members powerful, but they also possessed a terrifying Transcendent executive, particularly the blind girl in a black dress, the Silent Nun Floey, who alone decimated the "Rescue Team" twice over!

Under the threat of The Circus, the players of Amber City were timid, no longer daring to act as recklessly as before.

Of course, this was also related to the miserable state of other players.

The fate of Rotten Persimmon was merely a microcosm of the whole.

Currently, on the gaming forums, threads seeking help for being captured and imprisoned, thus unable to play the game normally, had surpassed ten thousand and were still increasing.

Among them, there was a post by "Rotten Persimmon."

But this post was soon drowned out by the many more that followed.

And beneath almost all of these help-seeking posts, in the comment section, the most offered solution was only one—

"Delete the character and start over."

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Amber City Shelter.

Temporary detention cell.

Rotten Persimmon sat in the corner of the cell, silently watching the [[Church Guardian LV1]] entry on the panel.

He chuckled bitterly.

Opening the gaming forum, Rotten Persimmon saw his own post, with most of the replies being either sarcasm or advising him to delete his character and start over.

He also saw a post from the Shadow Speaker’s Guild; it turns out they were captured too, in a situation not much different from his own.

Rotten Persimmon shook his head.

"Log off."

He muttered to himself.

After a five-second countdown, Rotten Persimmon returned to darkness.

A kerosene lamp hung overhead, casting its light on the vintage wardrobe below, and the full-length mirror reflected a figure with a desolate expression.

[Are you sure you want to delete the save file "Rotten Persimmon"?]

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[Warning! The account is bound to the personal information of the sleep pod, and each person only has one chance to rebuild their save file!]

"Confirm."

Rotten Persimmon decided, gritting his teeth.