I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

'The cabin is the safe house...'

Chen Lun's mind recalled this phrase.

Looking back, the world outside the door was dim, full of shadows from trees, and the woodcutter was nowhere to be seen.

His fingers came together, touching his brow lightly, then he raised his clenched fist high in a salute to the Constellation. The staff returned to its original form, and he planted it on the ground.

Thud...

Looking around, the cabin's arrangement and scenery were identical to those in the lake cabin.

'Hmm...no, there is something different.'

Chen Lun suddenly discovered something and raised an eyebrow.

He walked to the table and saw a red velvet tablecloth spread across it, with different items than those in the lake cabin. There was a top hat, a pair of white gloves, and a Magic Wand on it.

A deck of brand-new playing cards held down two thin sheets of paper.

A pen was carelessly tossed beside them, its cap not even screwed on tight, suggesting that the person who left it was in a hurry.

Chen Lun moved the deck of playing cards and picked up the paper beneath.

His expression subtly froze.

"—My friend when you read this message, I might have been dead for a long time... oh, oh, are you secretly wiping tears? Ahaha, there is no need to cry for me, this is just my destiny...

I believe you have noticed that this is a segment where I once lingered. There should be many more such segments in the Immortal Realm, and I hope you can find them.

They can help you avoid some detours and not waste your life failing to break through like me...alas, never mind.

Keep moving forward, reach where I last stood sooner, and many things will become clear to you, and your time should still be ample.—Philip"

Chen Lun frowned, pondering the hidden meanings in Philip's message.

'This cabin is a "lingering segment"? Are there many more in the Immortal Realm...?'

He always felt that Philip was being a "riddler," many things were not clearly said, leaving him totally puzzled.

Pocketing the note, Chen Lun looked at the next piece of paper.

[Discovered Mystical Knowledge of the Destiny Faction (Incomplete)!]

[Destiny Faction Sequence Seven - Magician (1/4)!]

'Sequence Seven - Magician?!'

Chen Lun arched an eyebrow.

'Pity it's only a quarter, and again a quarter!'

He complained silently because all the Supernatural Knowledge he had on hand was only a quarter complete.

He picked up the deck of playing cards on the table and quickly counted them, finding one card missing.

Chen Lun felt surprised and was just about to check which specific card was missing when he suddenly realized something and covered his left chest with his hand.

'It's that Spade Jack…'

The first time he entered the Immortal Realm, at the lake cabin, he had received a token of authority, and it was that Spade Jack playing card.

Chen Lun took a deep breath, a thought flashing through his mind.

'So, there are many such cabins in the Immortal Realm…? Each cabin contains Philip's handwritten notes? Or other valuable items? Can the remaining knowledge of the [Magician] Sequence be completely gathered by searching the cabins?'

He continued thinking along these lines.

A while later.

'So that's why he mentioned in the note that this could help me avoid detours... because exploring each cabin is also a kind of practice? A trial? A deeper mastery of Supernatural Power?'

Chen Lun looked at the small items on the table, all ordinary, and he lost interest.

He took only the deck of playing cards and gave one last glance at the cabin.

'If it's really as I guessed, then there is another task for the future players: to help me find other cabins…

I open the Immortal Realm to help them grow and level up, they, in turn, help me explore in return, mutually assisting, it's genuinely touching.'

Chen Lun sighed, suddenly realizing that while he was in this forest cabin, he could also choose to leave the Immortal Realm directly. Just like the lake cabin, this room also had the same function.

'With that said, it's time to head back.'

Boom!

A flash of white light appeared!

Chen Lun's figure disappeared.

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Ever since the Circus's operating funds dried up, Chen Lun could noticeably feel that the team members were more proactive and more energetic than before.

Maggie spent days in the four-story attic, researching incessantly and also took the time to produce some potions as goods output.

She was more anxious than anyone right now, worried about not having the funds to continue her research.

And every time they dined together, she would invariably inquire when the next beef delivery was due. Several times, Connie had given her a strange look because Maggie's obsession with beef was too strong, and her consumption was indeed too fast.

She had secretly calculated that perhaps every ten days or half a month, Maggie would use up an entire cow. This certainly wasn't from eating it, because Connie didn't believe that such a slim girl could consume a thousand pounds of beef in such a short time.

"Leader! Where has Noah gone? I need to see him!"

Chen Lun had just walked down the stairs when he heard Maggie calling out from the living room.

"He left early in the morning to do a commission, painting for a client..."

Chen Lun picked up a freshly baked piece of bread and stuffed it directly into his mouth, crunching away, which made the corner of Maggie's eyes twitch.

The bread was both hot and hard, like a just-forged red-hot iron block. How could the leader even bite into it?!

"Speaking of which, don't keep thinking about getting him involved in your potion experiments. He's a core member of the team. What if he got a stomach upset from it?

I promised you a trial subject, but you might need to wait a bit longer, so please bear with it,"

Chen Lun muttered indistinctly with his mouth full of food.

"Hey Leader! But Noah is the only Transcendent from the Flesh Faction in our team. There's no one more suitable than him... Don't worry, Leader, I'll convince him."

Maggie patted her chest, confidently asserting.

Just as Chen Lun was about to say something, a noise suddenly came from the entrance.

"Ah, good morning, Leader! And Miss Maggie, good morning!"

Golov walked in, taking off his round hat and bowing in greeting.

He looked worn out, followed by four or five "manor servants," who were peripheral team members, elite assassins.

Lately, Golov had often taken on bodyguard and escort commissions, completing them with these "manor servants."

Although the payment for each job was not much, he seemed to be also striving to show that he was contributing to the team, not just freeloading.

This pleased Chen Lun greatly.

Such mature "employees" who knew how to manage themselves were good subordinates worth learning from for all players. Chen Lun thought about how to convey this spirit of dedication to the players.

"Hard work today, Golov, go have something to eat,"

Chen Lun said, wiping his hands with a towel.

Golov respectfully nodded, then bowed. He let the peripheral members go rest in the dormitory area while he planned to go upstairs to change clothes before coming back down.

Inside Jack's estate, several residential buildings had already been constructed for member's relaxation. Additionally, the newly expanded warehouse was now in use, with Connie's production team expanding once again.

Thinking about the team's gradually increasing production capacity brought a pleasant mood to Chen Lun.

Floey had finished making breakfast for everyone and then went upstairs to rest; she had been staying up all night lately.

"You two chat, I have a divination commission this afternoon and need to step out."

Chen Lun straightened his clothes and adjusted his hat brim, heading towards the door.

He leaned on the Silver Staff and then paused, turning back to speak to Maggie and the others:

"If Noah comes back first, tell him not to go out tonight... Tonight, I want our whole team to have a good meal together, and also, I have something to discuss with you."

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After leaving the house, Chen Lun rode in a carriage straight to the business street of the Inner City District.

He then stopped in front of a building with upscale and exquisite decor, which bore the sign "Flower Sword Fighting Club."

Chen Lun got off the carriage, instructed the coachman to park nearby, and then waited for his return.

He then proceeded directly into the club's grand entrance, leaning on the Silver Staff.

Today's commission target was right here.

"Hello sir, do you have a reservation?"

A young woman, dressed rather revealingly, approached with a clipboard in hand, smiling. Noticing Chen Lun's face, her eyes gleamed, and she straightened her posture, adding a touch of flirtatiousness to her smile.

"Yes, I have an appointment with Mr. Charles Wolf,"

Chen Lun responded with a smile.

The young woman looked startled, then confused since Mr. Charles, the owner of this fighting club, seemed to have the surname Walker, not Wolf...

Had the gentleman in front of her made a mistake?

The hostess flipped through the reservation book and quickly found the record. She maintained her surprised expression and said:

"There is a record indeed. So, you are Mr. Jack... Oh, please wait while I inform Mr. Charles."

"Alright."