I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 432 - 295 First Opportunity in Hand

Chapter 432: Chapter 295 First Opportunity in Hand

Just then.

The bone key on Noah’s chest suddenly writhed, and immediately a series of oil-painting phantoms appeared behind his head. After a series of movements, they finally settled on “Tricolor Pupil.”

This was a painting that held the power of the “Constellation Faction Sequence Seven – Heart Thief.”

Under Noah’s round-framed glasses, his eyes exhibited a dazzling swirl.

The middle-aged gentleman was instantly frozen in place.

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The next second, he slowly lowered his cane, and the ferocious expression on his face changed to one of guilt and pain.

“I’m even stupider than a pig, how could I do something so utterly insane!”

Slap!

He ferociously gave himself a slap, filling his mouth with blood.

Immediately after, he rushed to the table, frantically tearing those documents to shreds. Then he fell to his knees with a thud and burst into agonized sobs.

“I’m sorry, Trill, Uncle is sorry for you! I swear I will never covet your inheritance again!”

The others present, including the lady, were all dumbstruck, having never expected someone on their own side to suddenly change his tune and engage in such absurd behavior.

“Transcendent! This guy is a Transcendent! He’s controlling Gedwin!”

Another middle-aged gentleman shouted in horror.

The lady hastily retreated several steps and fell to the ground with a butt, emitting a pain scream like that of a slaughtered pig.

But Noah remained unmoved.

He still wore a smile, and as his vortex-like eyes swept over these people, they instantly became like the kneeling middle-aged gentleman, beginning to endlessly repent and severely slap their own faces.

Slap slap sounds echoed.

The lady’s face was swollen and purple from her own hitting, and blood kept flowing from her mouth.

“Mr. Jack! What…?!”

Tracey’s eyes widened, disbelieving the scene before her.

“Don’t worry, they won’t be hurt… they will just forget a few things, and they will no longer think of taking your property in the future.”

Chen Lun said with a light smile.

He turned to look at the several lawyers, the butler, and Tracey’s mother and sister, who all had fallen into a deep sleep, completely unaware of what was happening.

“Your relatives have just fallen into a simple sleep, they will remember nothing when they wake up… At that time, you would smoothly inherit the estate and become the new Viscount.”

He paused for a moment, then pointed upstairs.

“Miss Trill, didn’t you say you would give me a tour?”

“Ah… yes, of course, Mr. Jack, please follow me.”

Tracey took a deep breath, reminded of the Mystic Realm and Transcendents she had heard of before, and immediately determined that Mr. Jack before her was one of such individuals.

She was not scared but rather somewhat excited.

And more than anything, grateful.

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Chen Lun, led by Tracey, took a quick tour around the villa.

It had to be said, as a leader among the nobility of Peacock City, the layout and decor of the Harrington Viscount’s house were very upscale; no wonder Tracey’s relatives were so envious.

The value of the villa alone probably exceeded five thousand gold pounds.

The two of them then proceeded to the study.

Chen Lun appeared to wander casually past the rows of bookshelves, but in fact, he was divining with his rod, searching for the opportunity within.

Soon, he stopped at the second to last bookshelf in the corner.

Pushing aside a few books on architecture and aesthetics, Chen Lun reached inside.

After a few seconds of fumbling, a smile crossed his face.

Then, he slowly pulled out a fist-sized dark gold cube. It looked like it was made of hundreds of tiny blocks pieced together, its surface covered with regular striped cracks, with each component seeming to shift continuously, changing its position.

[B-grade Mysterious Object – Hope Workshop]

Item description: An item containing the power of the Sun, crafted by the former Pope of the Sun Church in his youth. Its exterior is a dark gold cube, composed of one hundred and eight parts, forged with extraordinary means into an artisan’s puppet factory.

Pity the artisan’s travail, born of hope in creation, only to end in vanity.

Item effect: Materials can be inserted to create artisan puppets to assist in forging. (The physical strength of the artisan puppet depends on the materials used.)

Item cost: Each creation of an artisan puppet will consume the creator’s own Life Points, Physical Strength, and Sanity Value. (The upper limit of Physical Strength determines the maximum number of artisan puppets; every 100 Physical Strength Points can maintain one artisan puppet.)

“Mr. Jack, what is this?”

Tracey asked with a puzzled expression.

Chen Lun toyed with the dark gold cube in his hand, thought for a moment, and then displayed a smile.

“This is your father’s treasure, and it is also an item from the Mystic Realm.”

“Ah… I never knew my father had such a thing.”

Tracey seemed very surprised.

“Do you remember the iron puppet you said you’d help me find earlier?”

Chen Lun asked.

“Yes, of course, I remember.”

Tracey nodded, her face showing an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jack, it’s just that I didn’t find any clues.”

“No worries, actually that iron puppet has always been by your father’s side, serving as a bodyguard; it was created from this cube…”

Chen Lun shook his head as he explained.

Tracey’s eyes widened with shock and curiosity.

Then, she looked at Chen Lun with a complex gaze.

“Mr. Jack, you… were actually looking for this cube all along, weren’t you?”

Chen Lun maintained a smile and candidly said,

“Yes, I have been looking for it… but don’t get me wrong, Miss Trill. I actually had no idea it was in your home to begin with.”

Tracey fell silent for a few seconds, took a deep breath.

“I know… If you really had malicious intent, with your power, you could have just taken it by force, or stolen it, but you did not do that.”

She squeezed out a smile, speaking dryly,

“You must need it very badly. I would like to give it to you as a gift… But can we still be friends?”

Chen Lun showed a surprised expression and smiled.

“Haven’t we always been friends?”

“Thank you…”

Tracey’s smile gradually blossomed as she also relaxed.

“Miss Trill, please forgive my frankness, the cube is valuable, but it’s not much use to ordinary people,”

Chen Lun said.

“However, since we’re friends, I think gifts should be mutual.”

As he spoke, he took out a mechanical glove, a repeating flintlock gun with two boxes of black crystal ammunition, and two Hand of the Snake scrolls, and placed them on the table beside Tracey.

“These are not as valuable as the cube, but they can provide you with powerful means of defense, because even ordinary people can use them quite effectively.”

Chen Lun also took the opportunity to explain the usage and effects to her.

Tracey curiously toyed with these items, her face full of smiles.

“Thank you, Mr. Jack. I believe friendship can’t be measured in value… With your explanation, I already know they will be very helpful to me.”

Chen Lun then took out a silver snake pendant and placed it on the table.

“This is a token. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can use it to ask for help from the ‘Jack Circus,’ and we will try our best to assist you.”

“Thank you, I’ll take good care of it,”

Tracey picked up the silver snake pendant, clutching it in her palm, and spoke earnestly.

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Chen Lun left Harrington Manor with Noah.

“How did it go, Noah?”

On the carriage, he asked the young man.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Jack, those people have been deeply hypnotized by me. If they ever entertain crooked thoughts about Miss Tracey’s property, they will be overcome with immense fear,”

Noah said with a smile.

“Well done.”

Chen Lun praised him.

Noah bashfully scratched his head.

Following this, Chen Lun asked him about the commissions he had dealt with while out and about; Noah replied that it felt great, although there had been a few unexpected incidents and he had faced danger twice.

Thanks to the help of the Bone Gallery, he managed to turn the tides and capture his enemies, adding two new paintings to the gallery.

“One, a Deep Sea Faction Sequence Seven – Shark Fighter, and the other, a Magic Faction Sequence Seven – Mage. I’ve named the two paintings ‘Courage’ and ‘Wrath,’ respectively.”

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Noah shared excitedly.

Chen Lun nodded inwardly.

The power of the Bone Gallery was in its versatility and high adaptability, truly a premium cure-all.

Upon returning to the winery.

Chen Lun immediately took out the dark gold cube and started studying it intently.

‘According to the panel description, like the “Palm Fireworks”, it too originated from the hand of Martin Gustus, the former Pope of the Sun Church. It’s just unclear how it ended up with the Harrington family… No wonder Viscount Harrington only has one artisan puppet; being an ordinary person, his scant Life Points limit the number of puppets.’

He chuckled and shook his head.

‘And the puppet is certainly not for him to use like this… Simply as a bodyguard, it’s a waste. The most powerful aspect of these humanoid constructs is that they possess some skills in forging; they are the perfect helpers, akin to a mobile machine tool.’

This was the insight Chen Lun gained after his research.

He found Connie, and then the two of them went to the winery’s storage area.

Connie had cleaned up the warehouse in this period, planning to transform it into a forge workshop to continue producing weapons and equipment for the team.

“Connie, I’m going to show you a magic trick,”

he jokingly said to the girl beside him.

Then, Chen Lun placed the dark gold cube in front of a pile of steel, iron ingots, gears, and nuts, the raw materials for production.

The next second, the dark gold cube began to emit several golden beams of light and started changing shape with clicking sounds; from a tiny cube, it expanded and enlarged, finally turning into a man-sized “big iron box,” which continuously sucked in the steel, iron ingots, and gears in front of it.

Chen Lun watched the scene unfold without blinking, noting the consumption of his own Life Points, Physical Strength Value, and Sanity Value.

Connie’s eyes widened, curious and anticipatory of the unknown outcome.

Moments later,

the dark gold “big iron box” ceased operation, and the golden light gradually faded.

Click!

A nearly three-meter-tall steel puppet slowly stepped out.

It was covered in silver-white metallic luster, with rivets on each joint, the whole exuding a strange steampunk-like technological vibe.

“Mr. Jack, is this… is this a robot?!”

Connie asked in amazement, her mouth agape.

Chen Lun smiled slightly.

“This will be your capable assistant from now on, and also your bodyguard.”

With that, the tall artisan puppet spread its arms, and with a click, its elbow joints opened like doors, revealing dozens of metal rods like a peacock’s tail, which included tools like screwdrivers, pliers, wrenches, iron hammers, and electric saws.

Connie’s eyes lit up with excitement.