I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Chen Lun removed his disguise, reverting to the appearance of carrying a Silver Pot on his neck.
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He entered the Spirit World, and at a glance, he saw two massive figures standing right in front of him.

The familiar bronze vase, with a shiny bald head peeking out from the top, was none other than Mr. Vase. Beside it stood a muscular giant over two meters tall, but his head was a simple brownish-red earthenware jug without facial features, looking very ancient and even covered with green moss.

"Hey, Mr. Silver Pot, I'm thrilled that we meet again!"

Mr. Vase appeared enthusiastic as he greeted Chen Lun.

"Hello, Mr. Vase."

Chen Lun replied politely.

Mr. Vase chuckled lightly and shook his vase body, his gaze falling on the pottery jug giant next to him.

"Let me introduce you, this is my dear friend I mentioned before, Mr. Jug… I believe you two could become good friends."

"Mr. Silver Pot, hello."

The muscular man, who previously had his arms crossed, now extended a hand and said.

His voice was quite sonorous and deep, echoing from the brownish-red earthenware jug with a buzzing vibration.

"We look quite similar, haha… but I know that you are in essence a human, whereas I am one of the Jugs born deep within the Spirit World."

"Being of different races is not an obstacle among friends, don't you think?"

Chen Lun stretched out his hand to shake hands with Mr. Jug.

Mr. Jug and Mr. Vase burst into a hearty laugh.

"Exactly, Mr. Silver Pot, there are no racial prejudices between friends,"

Mr. Vase said.

"I came to you this time firstly to introduce Mr. Jug, so you two get acquainted briefly… Additionally, there's another matter, which is to invite you to fight together!"

"Fight?"

Chen Lun was somewhat puzzled.

"Yes! We of the Jug race are born warriors, keen to fight against the strong. Mr. Vase told me about you and thinks you would make an excellent opponent!"

Mr. Jug then took over the conversation, his burly hand slapping Chen Lun's shoulder, making a loud thump.

Chen Lun felt a strong force coming but did not resist, knowing that it was the other's character and there was no malice.

Mr. Jug's tone became somewhat puzzled:

"But now, seeing you, I find you do not possess a sufficiently robust physique... I'm very curious how you usually fight against opponents?"

Chen Lun felt a mix of amusement and helplessness.

It seemed that Mr. Jug didn't understand beating around the bush and was quite straightforward.

Turning his head to look at Mr. Vase, he continued:

"Perhaps we should forget it then, Mr. Vase. Mr. Silver Pot doesn't seem like a seasoned warrior, and I don't want to harm this friend as a result."

Mr. Vase smiled and shook his head.

"You underestimate Mr. Silver Pot too much, Mr. Jug…"

Chen Lun, listening to their conversation, knew his appearance had caused Mr. Jug to misunderstand, but he was not angry, he simply spoke softly:

"Mr. Jug, how about we have a small bout first? Many things can't really be discerned just by appearances…"

He also wanted to test his current strength. Having just advanced to Mid Sequence, he was worried about lacking a suitable opponent.

The Mr. Jug in front of him, under his "Peeping Eye of Fate," had his strength data fully exposed — this was a Supernatural Creature who had reached the veteran level of Sequence Six. Although he didn't have the mysterious abilities of the Transcendent who followed the path of the Gods, he specialized in physical combat, and his frontal combat capabilities were extremely terrifying.

"Ahaha! Mr. Silver Pot, I really like your attitude!"

Mr. Jug laughed.

"Well then, let's put our passion into it and fight with all our might!"

"Good!"

The two of them arrived at the main street in front of the hotel, which was in the Spirit World, with everything around them appearing blurry and deserted.

Even if the aftermath of the fight destroyed everything here, it would have no effect on the real world.

"You make the first move, Mr. Silver Pot!"

Mr. Jug spread his arms wide, tensing his muscles, and shouted loudly.

"It's a warrior's courtesy!"

Chen Lun nodded slightly, then immediately entered the "Great Serpent Form."

Facing the powerful Mr. Jug, he could not afford to be casual.

Shedding his coat and shirt, Chen Lun revealed a lean but powerful physique. Well-defined muscles, covered with dark golden scales, looked quite aesthetic.

Boom!!

With a stomp, the stone pavement instantly shattered, and Chen Lun streaked across as a dark golden afterimage, appearing before Mr. Jug, throwing a punch!

A punch without any flashiness, the air exploded with a blast.

Mr. Jug did not dodge or evade, also striking out with a punch.

Boom!!

The large and small fists collided with a loud bang.

Chen Lun's mighty punch didn't make Mr. Jug take a single step back. The Jug's body merely shook slightly, and the stones under his feet crumbled apart.

"Hahaha! What great strength!"

Mr. Jug praised, throwing back a punch. With a whoosh, a fierce wind swept past Chen Lun's ears.

— Snap!!

Chen Lun took the hit head-on, his entire forearm throbbing with pain, sending him flying out like a cannonball.

'This strength… it must be over 80 Points!' Chen Lun was inwardly astonished.

He tumbled through the air a few times to regain his balance and gently landed on his feet.

'But this way, I can truly test my own strength…'

Chen Lun charged forward again, engaging in a new round of direct confrontation with Mr. Jug.

He began to form a shiny black exoskeleton over his fists, which looked like a set of brass knuckles but was invisible under the leather gloves covering them.

Boom!

Supernatural Flame enveloped his fists, and a dozen or so orange-red fist shadows overwhelmingly smashed towards Mr. Jug!

Crack! Boom, boom, boom…!

Mr. Jug remained the same, unflinching, swinging both fists hard, exchanging blows with Chen Lun.

A series of dense, dull thuds resounded, like firecrackers exploding in unison.

Mr. Jug's punches, landing on Chen Lun, proved too much for those dark golden scales to withstand, as they shattered and blood flowed.

And Mr. Pot also found Chen Lun's fists hard to handle, with the pain and the burning of the flame causing its laughter to become slightly wheezy.

Bang!!

Another heavy punch was exchanged by the two.

Blood beads and sparks scattered in all directions, with the shockwaves visible to the naked eye dissipating around them, pebbles picked up by the hurricane, as Chen Lun's entire forearm split open. He grunted and was thrown backward in flight.

Mr. Pot fared slightly better, but his body also took on the charred appearance of burnt charcoal.

In midair, Chen Lun performed "Molting," emerging unscathed from his old skin, while four playing cards appeared between his fingers, which he flung violently.

Whoosh—Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The four cards flew like four blades, slicing through the air and screeching towards Mr. Pot.

With a few zipping sounds, the cards embedded themselves in Mr. Pot, and it began to bleed fresh red blood.

"What powerful techniques, Mr. Silver Pot!"

Mr. Pot, forcing the cards out of his body, praised loudly.

The next second, his body burst forth with red blood energy, and the surrounding air twisted and contorted.

"Be careful! This punch could take your life!"

Mr. Pot disappeared from where he was with a bang, reappearing in front of Chen Lun the next second, his dark red and twisted fist roaring down towards Chen Lun's face.

At the critical moment.

Chen Lun pulled out a black coat from his Blood Poem Ring and casually threw it over himself, covering his body.

Boom!!

Chen Lun vanished on the spot, replaced by a blood-stained playing card!

The enormous shockwave turned the card into powder, and the street's surface was plowed with a trench over ten meters long and more than two meters wide.

'That was close! If that punch had hit me, I'd have been obliterated!' Chen Lun thought as he removed the coat, reappearing where Mr. Pot had been just a moment ago.

In the last second, he had executed a magic trick that allowed him to perform the "Great Human Transformation," swapping himself with a preciously marked Magic Mark card to dodge the terrifying punch.

"Hahaha... such a magical technique!"

Mr. Pot turned around and looked at Chen Lun, who was standing not far behind him.

Thump!

With another forceful step, Mr. Pot propelled himself high into the air, his hands interlocked in the shape of a large pendulum, his body wreathed in blood-red energy flows, descending like a meteor!

Chen Lun's hands flickered, and more cards appeared between his fingers as he shot them into the air with a whoosh.

The cards streaked past Mr. Pot's body, slashing open wounds, but he paid them no attention.

Boom—Bang!

The ground exploded, and Chen Lun vanished once again, reappearing midair.

He had swapped places with the cards once more!

The next second.

Chen Lun's hands moved rapidly, sending down a rain of card-throwing knives, with the sound of them tearing through the air never ceasing.

Mr. Pot could only raise his arms to block, his body skewered with cards.

Far from being annoyed that he couldn't hit Chen Lun, he instead burst into excited laughter.

Mr. Pot, withstanding the onslaught of card knives, spread his arms wide and then brought them together with force.

Clap!!

The slapping noise was immense. If any mortal had been standing nearby, their eardrums would surely have burst, and they might have even died on the spot from the concussion.

A gigantic wave of blood-colored light emanated from his palms and flew toward Chen Lun in the air.

Whir!

The wave of light passed through Chen Lun's body and disappeared into the sky, while Chen Lun's body, split into pieces, fell from the air.

"Ah! Mr. Silver Pot has been shattered!"

Mr. Pot seemed like a child who had gotten into trouble and suddenly became panic-stricken.

Mr. Bottle shook his head from the side.

"Don't worry, Mr. Silver Pot is fine."

Mr. Pot looked up to see "Mr. Silver Pot's" dismembered body reassembling in mid-fall, returning to its original form.

In the end, the whole person hovered over Mr. Pot's head.

"All right, let's stop the fight here for now..." Mr. Bottle said.

"My friend, what do you think of Mr. Silver Pot's strength?"

"Hahaha! Very good! Much better than that guy who can only turn into a bat and tickle me... Every time he threatens to smash my pot head, he ends up fleeing in a hurry. Boring!"

Though covered in injuries, Mr. Pot laughed heartily without a care.

"Since that's the case, let us formally invite Mr. Silver Pot to join our action."

Mr. Bottle said.

"Absolutely! Fighting alongside such an excellent warrior will be an exhilarating affair!"

Mr. Pot nodded in agreement.

Chen Lun, however, was somewhat puzzled as he canceled the hover and slowly descended to the ground.

"Action?"

"Yes, Mr. Silver Pot... We have discovered a source of pollution in a territory of the Spirit World and plan to destroy it. However, my strength is not great, requiring Mr. Pot to face it alone, which puts too much strain on him, so I thought of you," Mr. Bottle explained with a smile.

"Mr. Pot just now was not merely itching for a fight; he also wanted to test your strength to ensure that this operation wasn't too dangerous and to avoid causing you harm."

"I see."

Chen Lun comprehended.

"So, Mr. Silver Pot, would you be interested in joining our action... The turmoil in the Spirit World is intensifying, with more and more pollution sources mysteriously appearing. We'd like to contribute our efforts to prevent the polluted creatures from causing irreversible damage to this world," Mr. Bottle said sincerely, persuading.

[Triggered C-level Quest: Pollution of the Spirit World!]

Quest description: Join Mr. Bottle and Mr. Pot's team, fight alongside them, and eliminate the pollution source together.

Quest rewards: 15,000 Experience Points, 30 Gold Pounds, increased Affection with Mr. Bottle and Mr. Pot.

Chen Lun chuckled softly.

"Of course, I would be delighted to fight alongside you both."