I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Boom!

The blaring firearm blasted out light, as countless tiny steel beads were ejected from the barrel.

A plague-crazed lunatic was blown away, bleeding profusely on the ground after landing.

"It's your turn, brother, go get the kill reward."

Rotten Persimmon, busy reloading, lifted his eyelids and said to a God's Love teammate beside him.

"Thank you, Big Brother Rotten Persimmon."

The latter chuckled, and amidst the envious looks of others, he excitedly rushed forward, raised the kindling knife in his hand, and killed the plague-crazed lunatic.
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Because of the team, the others also got a small share of the experience points.

"Big Brother Rotten Persimmon, we've been grinding here for several days, are we still going to continue?"

Someone asked.

"It feels like the number of 'plague-crazed lunatics' nearby has decreased, and they don't seem to respawn... With more and more newcomers in the town, this area will soon be out of monsters."

Rotten Persimmon didn't immediately answer but opened his own panel.

He looked at the sub occupation "Church Guardian" followed by "LV9" and then chose to upgrade. The number, after a moment of blurring, turned into "LV10".

Rotten Persimmon closed his eyes and let out a breath.

He was back, finally back; his level had finally returned to level 10!

At this point, Rotten Persimmon wanted to shout out loud, but the ups and downs of recent days had tempered his impetuous nature a bit. Moreover, with seven or eight God's Love "junior brothers" watching, he felt he had to maintain his composure, so he suppressed his excitement.

Rotten Persimmon told himself to stay low-key and not to be impulsive anymore.

"We won't grind anymore, we're leaving Emerald Town today."

He stored his blaring firearm carefully and answered the earlier teammate's question.

"Where are we going then?"

A companion asked.

Rotten Persimmon turned to look at him, then swept his gaze around the others.

"Amber City."

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The most convenient and cost-effective way to get from Emerald Town to Amber City was naturally by train.

But the nearest train station from Emerald Town was also a good distance away—if they walked, it would take about half a day.

To make it to the train station before dark, Rotten Persimmon led the team to leave Emerald Town early and get on the road.

Crack!

Rotten Persimmon stepped on a withered branch, making a crisp sound.

He lifted his hand to block the sunlight and squinted around. The scorching high temperature distorted the air, and the dazzling light shined on the gravel road, the heat wave hitting them in the face.

"Let's find a cool place to rest for a while, it's too hot, and my life points are slowly being deducted..."

Rotten Persimmon said to his companions.

The others could not stand the heat and quickly moved towards a large tree by the road when they heard their leader speak.

A group of seven or eight people crowded under the shade of the tree to cool off.

Rotten Persimmon opened the map on his panel, checking the information on it. The areas previously obscured by the fog cleared away after he purchased the map of Emerald Town, and now he could clearly find the "Emerald Town Train Station."

"Just a bit more effort, it's only an hour or two away..."

Rotten Persimmon took out his water bottle, took a sip, and encouraged.

The others, hearing this, weren't too enthusiastic, the scorching weather was truly torturous.

"It's just a pity we didn't encounter any bandit teams, or we could have gotten some experience points on the way... Isn't this road to the train station supposed to be infested with bandits?"

Seeing the mood, Rotten Persimmon shifted the topic and asked.

A companion wiped the sweat off his forehead and shook his head:

"With the outbreak of the plague, those bandits out in the wild probably died off... And even if there are survivors, they wouldn't be that 'dedicated' in this burning heat, would they?"

"Makes sense..."

Rotten Persimmon replied.

Just then, they suddenly heard a distant scream and faint swearing.

"...Stop chasing me! Damn it! I know I'm handsome, but you don't have to cling to me like this!"

Rotten Persimmon and his teammates exchanged glances.

"Go! Let's check it out! Maybe there really are bandits around here!"

Immediately the group ran towards the source of the sound.

Before long, they saw a golden-haired young man sprinting across a grassy area by the main road, with a raggedly dressed plague-crazed lunatic chasing closely behind.

The golden-haired young man wore a hat with feathers stuck in it, and his cloak was filthy, making him look rather miserable, but he couldn't hide his noble air and handsome features.

The chasing plague-crazed lunatic, a middle-aged man with the look of a bandit, carried a short axe and laughed wildly while relentlessly pursuing the golden-haired youth.

"Ah!"

The golden-haired youth tripped over a stone and fell.

He turned around, eyes wide, as he watched the plague-crazed man rush forward, raising the short axe.

Bang!!

A gunshot rang out.

The would-be assailant flew sideways through the air, the short axe dropping from his hand with a clatter.

Rotten Persimmon and his team approached.

He had someone finish off the plague-crazed man who had been shot and fallen, and then he turned to the golden-haired youth.

"Alec...?"

He cast a scout and found out it was just an ordinary person, then he felt a bit disappointed.

He had initially thought that rescuing him might trigger a mission, but now nothing happened.

"Thank you for your assistance."

Alec got up from the ground, dusted off the dirt from his body, and made an elegant gesture of gratitude while clasping his breast.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Alec, a great traveling bard."

He wiped the grime off his face, revealing a radiant smile.