I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Jack Estate.

The third floor of the small villa, Chen Lun's room.

Whoosh...

Chen Lun sat at the desk, slowly closing a book.

[Through careful reading, you have gained 500 Experience Points.]

[The Flesh Faction Mystic Book "Art of Butchery" (Progress 100%) has been fully read!]

[You have additionally gained 1 Skill Point and 1 Attribute Point.]

[You have discovered complete Supernatural Pathway Knowledge!]

[Flesh Faction Sequence Nine—Butcher.]

"The 'Sequence Nine' Supernatural Knowledge in my hand has reached five copies... very good."

Chen Lun revealed a satisfied expression.

Now that he had half of the ten Sequence pathways in hand, even though he couldn't use the excess ones, it gave him the pleasure of collecting them.

After storing the book in the Grape Ring, he was about to take out a whip for study when he discovered that the ring had suddenly "gone on strike," unable to open the dimensional space.

The amethyst inlaid on the ring was dull and lusterless, seeming to have lost its strength.

Chen Lun was slightly taken aback, then immediately thought of the cost of using it; it needed an expression of affection from time to time.

"Er..."

Chen Lun opened his mouth, suddenly feeling somewhat embarrassed.

"Perhaps someone with objectophilia wouldn't have any psychological barriers."

He commented, and immediately said to the ring in his hand:

"You are truly beautiful... Just look at that large gemstone of yours, sparkling and shining, look at your curved body, smooth and sleek, ah, how I passionately adore you, muah!"

After speaking, Chen Lun even smacked a kiss on it.

For a long while.

"..."

The Grape Ring showed no reaction.

"Hmm..."

Chen Lun pondered.

Taking a deep breath, it seemed his way of expressing affection was too greasy. It preferred something lighter and couldn't take it, so he decided to change to a more subtle approach.

He took the ring off and held it in his palm.

Scouring his mind for declarations of love from literary greats of the past era, he finally settled on Shakespeare.

Gazing at the ring, his eyes filled with love, he spoke in a deep voice:Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.

The ring circles the finger, shining brilliantly. Held in hand at this moment, hand to heart.

I love you, like a midsummer night's dream—"

In the next second, the Grape Ring burst into a radiant purple glow, seeming to be very pleased.

Chen Lun revealed a smile.

Outside the door.

Floey's hand, about to knock, paused in mid-air.

Connie looked on in surprise, covering her mouth with her little hand.

"Is Mr. Jack practicing a confession?"

Connie wore a curious expression, her cheeks blushing.

"I wonder who the object could be? Viscount Pompey's daughter, Miss Rebecca? Or..."

Knock knock!

Floey's knock interrupted Connie's murmuring.

"Excuse me."

Floey said softly, then pushed the room door open.

Connie was dumbfounded by the scene inside the room, while Floey, holding a tray, trembled slightly.

They saw Mr. Jack with his perfect back turned, holding a whip in his hand, raised high as if he was about to lash himself. As he turned his head, there was Floey holding a tray with afternoon tea, her face showing surprise, with Connie covering her little mouth, totally incredulous.

"If I said I was training, would you believe me?"

Chen Lun smiled.

"Mr. Jack, you, you...!"

Connie stammered her words before turning to flee.

Floey regained her composure and placed the plate on the table as if nothing had happened.

"I made you some afternoon tea, with cookies and milk."

Then she turned to leave, and when she reached the door, she said softly,

"I am a blind woman; I cannot see."

Chen Lun noticed a slight blush on her cheeks.

"..."

You're stating the obvious with your eyes covered, aren't you?!

Chen Lun silently ridiculed her remark, then told himself it was okay, considering it a perk for his people.

"Cough, could you close the door for me, Floey... I'm going to train."

Chen Lun stressed the word "train" very emphatically.

Floey replied with a faint voice of a mosquito, then closed the door and left.

Slap!

Floey trembled at the sound.

Through the door, she heard the sound of whipping and then hurried away.

In the room.

Chen Lun wore a deadpan expression, mechanically whipping himself.

"Philip, oh Philip, how I wish you were still alive... I really want to beat you up."

...

Although the whip was somewhat sensational, it greatly assisted Chen Lun.

Chen Lun used his enhanced Beast Tamer exclusive skill, choosing Animal Mimicry, which was one of his main skills at the moment.

The enhancement effect allowed him to release a greater number of Attributes simultaneously.

After half an hour of flogging, Chen Lun noticed that the effects of the whip were diminishing, so he stopped. Then, he tried to use his skills, and even previously incompatible Attributes could be activated at the same time.

Compatible serpent Attributes reached simultaneous quadruple activation.

"Hoo... The effect is still decent."

Chen Lun exhaled a breath of turbid air and wiped off his sweat with a towel.

Rustle...

His back muscles writhed, and then he shed a complete layer of dead skin. The red marks left by the whip vanished as well, restoring his skin to health and fairness.

Molting

Chen Lun seldom used this Attribute, as it could heal injuries, but the activation process was too long, making it somewhat redundant in battle.

"I hope it gets reinforced after the Sequence promotion; then I'll have an extra card up my sleeve to save my life."

Chen Lun thought hopefully.

After finishing off the afternoon tea prepared by Floey, he took a bath and changed into clean clothes.

Then he left the house and headed to the western side of the Inner City District, Lona Port.

His recent expenses were a bit hefty, so he planned to sell a batch of weapons on the black market there to gather some funds. The location of the black market was something he had learned from Binose's butler.

As it turned out, the Inner City District's black market was hidden in the port.

But thinking about it, that made perfect sense. After all, with the constant flow of goods and complex personnel, even with strict management, it was impossible to prevent the emergence of such an underground market.

"Hey, buddy, let's have a drink after the work is done!"

"Sure thing!"

"Bread clearance! Everything half off before we close at ten!"

"Excuse me, sir, watch out for the carriage..."

On the spacious arcing walkway of the dock, people bustled about, and numerous carriages with goods or dignified gentlemen and ladies moved slowly along.

One side of the walkway was the seaside with boats of various sizes moored, while the other side featured brightly lit shops with dazzling arrays of goods.

The noise of the crowd was bustling and lively.

Chen Lun walked along the pedestrian path for a distance, then went down some steps on one side, passed through a long, dim alley, and entered a night market.

Here, the stalls were neatly arranged in the center, with shops on either side.

"This is the black market, but I need to find the right intermediary..."

Chen Lun thought to himself.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a familiar face flashing through the crowd.

"Rebecca...?"