I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 396 - 263 Help Me with My Revenge, Jack (Vote for Me!)

Chapter 396: Chapter 263 Help Me with My Revenge, Jack (Vote for Me!)

Chen Lun stood in a sparsely populated alley, looking back at the main street of Yellow Iron City.

“Go back and help Floey with her Promotion Ceremony.”

A smile played at the corners of his mouth as he stepped into the Spirit World.

As the surroundings were enveloped in a pale blue, blurred vision, Chen Lun was startled to discover a figure rapidly approaching from not far ahead.

Upon seeing the newcomer’s appearance, he was somewhat surprised.

It was the Murder Club’s Spiritual Realm Messenger, that servant without any facial features.

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“Mr. Qiaoke, I’m pleased to meet you.”

The servant seemed a bit astonished as well.

“I didn’t expect to encounter you here…”

“Are you delivering messages for the club members?” Chen Lun asked, curious.

The servant bowed slightly and pushed the tray forward.

“Yes and no… This is an urgent commission from a club member, Mr. Drake. Due to special circumstances, he is now seriously injured and doesn’t have much time left, so he requested I assign the task to the nearest other club member.”

Chen Lun didn’t take the envelope from the tray but instead furrowed his brow and asked:

“Drake? What’s he doing in Yellow Iron City, and how did he get so severely injured… What exactly happened?”

“I don’t know…”

The faceless servant reminded Chen Lun:

“Mr. Qiaoke, please be aware, as a member of the Murder Club, you are obliged to accept urgent commissions and cannot refuse… and you are the only club member I could find in this area.”

“I understand.”

Chen Lun spoke gravely, picked up the letter from the tray, and quickly opened it to check.

Drake’s message was brief, with only one sentence:

“Come quickly to 5 Spin Street, the underground drainage tunnel!”

The paper was crumpled with stains and specks of blood, and the writing was crooked, indicating Drake was in a terrible state when he wrote it.

“I’ll take on the commission, and I’ll find him now.”

Chen Lun folded the letter and slipped it into his trench coat pocket before speaking to the Messenger.

Drake had summoned the faceless servant with his token, but instead of asking for help, he had it look for a nearby club member to rush to the sewer.

Chen Lun had a bad feeling that there was only one reason Drake would do such a thing.

He must have thought he was beyond saving and was preparing to entrust his last wishes to someone… and it didn’t matter who that person was.

After saying goodbye to the Messenger and returning to the real world, Chen Lun immediately hurried to 5 Spin Street. Due to his unfamiliarity with the city, he had to ask for directions along the way.

It took him several minutes, but he arrived at his destination as fast as he could.

Taking advantage of a moment when no one was looking, he jumped into the sewer from the side of the street and, bracing against the foul muck, crawled into a passageway on the side of the wall.

He hadn’t gone far when he encountered a locked iron gate.

It was an obstacle specially installed by the city planning department to prevent accidents.

But for Chen Lun, it was as if it were nonexistent.

With a flick of his finger, he struck the lock of the iron gate, smashing it to pieces.

Chen Lun pushed through the door and proceeded along the stone path to the right of the sewer.

About two minutes later, he heard faint breathing from the darkness.

‘Found you!’

Chen Lun snapped his fingers, and his gloves emitted a fireball the size of a fist, hovering above his head and illuminating the surroundings.

Drake was leaning against the wall, covered in blood.

His legs were gone, the stumps charred, with a dim purple-black light that was faintly burning. His left arm was swollen, grotesquely out of proportion to a human body, and hung limply by his side.

“Who… who is it?”

Drake’s consciousness was blurred as he struggled to open his eyes, revealing muddy pupils.

“Don’t talk; I’ll treat you first.”

Chen Lun said gravely.

He reached out his hand, activating the power of the “Wake of Insects” bookmark, which burst into a glowing green light, infusing Drake with life force.

Although he wasn’t particularly close to Drake, they had fought side by side, and Chen Lun considered him a comrade in arms; he did not want to see him die like this.

But after a few seconds, Chen Lun frowned.

Because he realized that the life force he was transmitting seemed to be falling into a bottomless pit; whatever amount went in just dissipated, and it was doing nothing for Drake.

“Is that you… Jack.”

Drake’s gaze shifted to the handsome young man’s face in front of him, and he managed a terribly ugly smile.

“Didn’t think it’d be you.”

Somehow finding strength, he abruptly grabbed Chen Lun’s wrist.

“Don’t… don’t waste your strength, I’m beyond saving.”

Chen Lun did not withdraw his healing green light but sighed inwardly, pondering a solution, and spoke to Drake:

“What happened to you, who did this to you?”

“Cough… Lafa, it was Archbishop Lafa of the Red Apple Church… He descended in a physical incarnation, and I was no match for him.”

Drake coughed out blood and continued:

“Don’t talk, just listen to me… I can’t hold on.”

He held his breath and began to speak with difficulty about why he had come to Yellow Iron City.

Chen Lun listened silently, continuously transferring Life Force to Drake, which, although minimal in effect, eased Drake’s pain and made it somewhat easier for him to speak.

The other man showed a look of gratitude.

At the same time, Chen Lun also couldn’t help but feel that with such severe injuries, an ordinary Transcendent would have likely died by now.

It was fortunate that Drake was a Transcendent of the Flesh Faction, known for their robust Life Force, which allowed him to hold on for so long.

Through Drake’s words, Chen Lun roughly understood that the man had come for revenge… following a group of monks from the Red Apple Church and pursuing them all the way here.

The man also spoke generally about his past, allowing Chen Lun to understand why he harbored such deep hatred for the Red Apple Church.

‘So this is Drake’s story…’

Chen Lun felt a multitude of emotions, his feelings slightly complex.

In his previous life, although he felt some emotions while uncovering the backstory of a game, it was never as intense as it was now.

Since his transmigration, the many events he had been through only made him feel more disgust and pity for this world. Because what was unfolding before him involved living people, and a reality that truly existed.

“The leader of the Red Apple Church sacrificed himself to summon the Incarnation of Lafa, you must be careful… You can’t stay in this city anymore, even Amber City might be affected.”

With the last of his strength, Drake tremblingly reached for a pack of cigarettes from which only one remained.

But his stiff and weak hands couldn’t manage to take it out.

Chen Lun noticed that Drake’s fingers were charred, the joints necrotic, and he couldn’t even perform the simple tasks he used to.

After several failed attempts, Drake threw the cigarette pack aside in a mix of anger and impotence.

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He started to laugh bleakly.

Chen Lun silently picked up the cigarette pack, took out the crumpled cigarette, and brought it to Drake’s lips, then with a flick of his finger, a spark ignited it for him.

“Thank you…”

Drake took a greedy drag, exhaling a long plume of smoke.

“The reason I didn’t ask for help, you know it now…”

He continued speaking as he smoked.

“It’s the ‘Moonshine’ power of Lafa and the curse of a sword… My death is certain. I just wanted to find someone to talk to before the end.”

Drake’s voice took on a solemn tone, with a trace of pleading:

“Jack, after I die, take the remnants of my Spirituality that seep out. Take everything on me too, including the Balag Necklace on my chest… I only ask that you help me accomplish one thing…”

“You say it.”

Chen Lun said in a deep voice.

“Destroy the Red Apple Church… I know it’s a lot to ask, but even if you kill just one more worthless member of the Red Apple Church, I would be satisfied… Cough!”

Drake started to cough violently.

Blood began seeping from his eyes, and similarly from his nostrils and ears.

“Most people in the Murder Club only speak of interests, but I can see that you’re a man of principles… Meeting you before I die, it must be the guidance of Destiny.”

Drake’s last words left Chen Lun’s emotions complex.

‘The guidance of Destiny, huh…’

After a few seconds of silence, Drake’s voice grew softer, and in the end, he only managed to say a simple thank you.

He died.

Looking at the unfinished cigarette on Drake’s lips, Chen Lun squatted in front of him, remaining silent for a long time.

After an indeterminate amount of time passed,

Drake’s body disappeared, turning into a roll of white bandages.

The necklace that had been around his neck also clinked to the ground.

Next to it lay a wallet for storing money.

The burnt-out cigarette butt had extinguished, giving rise to a wisp of blue smoke.

Chen Lun took a deep breath, picked up all the items on the ground, and then turned away without looking back.

Even without Drake’s request, he would have actively joined in the efforts to hunt down the Red Apple Church.

But in the end, he still promised Drake.

‘Lafa has appeared again huh… What trouble will He cause this time?’

Feeling somewhat heavy-hearted, Chen Lun quickened his steps as he left.

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Drake’s death didn’t cause much of a stir.

During his life, he had almost no friends, and in the Murder Club, he had exceptionally poor social standing.

In a certain village in the Gem State.

“Teacher, why are you pouring out three cups of wine?”

Maggie asked with some confusion after seeing Akebin’s actions at the dining table.

Akebin calmly filled the cups with wine and said,

“This is a friend’s wine, temporarily left in my care, but he may never get to drink it.”

“He died?”

Maggie raised her eyebrows, surprised.

Akebin did not answer but drained the wine in his cup in one go.