I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

According to the laws of the Tresor Empire, the requirements of the "Sun Codex," and traditional funeral rites,

the dead must be buried on the same day.

A taciturn monk from the Moon Church, about thirty years old, stood quietly in the corner of Connie's room, waiting.

Mr. Hood had already been placed in a plain coffin, now positioned in the middle of the living room.

Mrs. Caroline's flower shop was closed for the day, as she wanted to spend more time with Connie, the poor little girl.

At this time, several neighbors on good terms with Mrs. Caroline were sitting on the couch, surrounding Connie in the middle, whispering words of comfort to her.

But Connie's spirits were not high, and she responded sporadically.

Chen Lun watched them, thinking about certain matters.

His future plans lacked a technical talent like Connie, because he needed to establish an organization similar to a Shelter's extraordinary workshop that could continuously produce equipment.

Whether it was for trading with other powers or for harvesting the wallets of players upon their arrival, it would be very useful.

He appreciated Connie's talent and planned to take her with him when he moved to the Inner City District.

But obviously, now was not the time to speak of such matters.

Chen Lun glanced at the Moon Church monk in the corner and turned to whisper to Floey by his side,

"Take extra care of Connie these next few days."

Floey turned her head to "gaze" at Chen Lun for a few seconds and nodded lightly with pursed lips.

"Mm."

Chen Lun seemed to sense a slight sense of grievance in Floey's emotions, and he was momentarily taken aback before realizing his tone was not right.

"Sorry, I just..."

"I know."

Floey's ethereal voice came through.

"Connie has enough talent in mechanics; she can help you."

"No, I'm not apologizing for that."

Chen Lun smiled at her.

"My words just now might have given you the wrong impression, and I didn't mean to command you. I don't want you to do things you're reluctant to for my sake.

Moreover, you are my greatest support for the future, Floey."

Floey looked somewhat surprised, then serious.

"But I am going to die soon..."

Chen Lun exhaled deeply, his gaze returning to the living room.

"I won't let you die."

His tone was very calm.

Floey's heart trembled, but she felt the weight of his words.

This was the second time she heard Chen Lun make a promise to her.

Unlike the first time, she had taken it merely as consolation, because the entity within her had told her the chances of survival were slim to none.

Perhaps there was a slight chance if she returned to the Red Apple Church, but she preferred death over going back.

Hearing these words again, Floey felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

For some reason, she actually believed him.

"Can I really help you..."

Floey murmured softly, almost inaudibly, as she gazed at the side profile of the dark-haired young man.

Time swiftly moved towards evening.

The setting sun bathed the entire city in orange-red.

The Moon Church monk conveyed to everyone that it was time for the burial.

Giving relatives an afternoon to say their farewells was quite humane.

Mrs. Caroline and the others stood up, and Connie, with tears in her eyes, expressed her gratitude to the monk.

The monks of the Moon Church slowly walked in from outside and carried the coffin away.

They were dressed in black robes, with hoods covering their heads, their strong and muscular arms visible from the sleeves.

Two monks easily lifted the coffin and carried it off.

The crowd followed the people from the Moon Church to the cemetery.

At dusk,

the monk recited an elegy for Mr. Hood, as the black-clad neighbors and locals bowed their heads in silence.

A funeral is a sacred affair, expressing the living's respect and remembrance for the one who has passed.

Death, for people, is a significant process. And in such a world where supernatural existences are commonplace, it's filled with mystery and enigma.

The Moon Church handles funeral-related matters in the Empire, dealing with death day in and day out.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

In his past life, Chen Lun had personally participated in some activities of the Moon Church.

His assessment of this church could be summed up in two words—

Solemn.

Unlike the eye-catching Red Apple Church, the Moon Church is rather low-key.

Church members, regardless of rank, from top to bottom, all carried a solemn demeanor. They spoke little, as though they regarded themselves as servants of death.

Death, after all, is a journey from clamor to silence.

"The death of one person is but an additional grave to the world, but to those who rely on each other for life, it's as if the entire world has been buried in graves...

Miss Connie, please restrain your sorrow.

We will all reach the moon after we die, and leaving this world is merely stepping onto the road towards the moon,"

said the Moon Church's monk in a soft voice.

His finger traced an arc in the air, finally touching his own lips with a point.

This was the prayer gesture of the Moon Church.

Soon after, the monks began to lower the coffin into the grave and used iron shovels to dig up earth to cover it.

"I once longed for death, but then I became indifferent..."

Floey stood beside Chen Lun, watching this scene and murmured softly.

Chen Lun glanced at her, offering comfort:

"None of what happened in the past was your fault, Floey."

The shadows of her childhood and the darkness within the Red Apple Church had nearly destroyed her heart.

"But I seem to have become more timorous, I now begin to fear death,"

Floey turned her head, her black satin gaze fixed on him.

Chen Lun was startled.

He suddenly thought of that countdown.

47 days left.

Floey's life had only 47 days left.

If they could not find the "High Sequence Flesh Faction Mysterious Substance" within this one and a half months, then Floey's body would no longer be able to maintain the massive supernatural strength of the "Grade A Mysterious Objects Sun-avoiding Potted Plant."

Floey would be inundated by corruption, ultimately extinguishing her personality and losing control, turning into a monster.

Chen Lun took a deep breath.

"Don't worry, I've already come up with a plan."

"Mhm, I believe you,"

Floey "gazed" at him for a while, finally nodding and showing a small smile. Experience tales at empire

It was then that the Moon church's monk, holding a glass bottle, approached each of the mourners at the funeral.

"Please let your sorrow fall and turn into a remembrance for the deceased and a consolation to the living,"

he said, holding the tear bottle, collecting the tears of the crowd.

Perhaps Mr. Hood had not had a good relationship with the neighbors and locals during his lifetime; there were few who shed tears for him.

Only Connie cried the most grievously.

Lastly, the monk handed the tear bottle to Connie, whispering a few words to her.

Connie nodded as she accepted it, expressing her gratitude to the monk.

Chen Lun knew what he had said; it was mostly instructions for Connie to place the tear bottle at home. When the tears inside the bottle dried up, it would mean that the departed had reached the moon.

But Chen Lun was curious, how could a believer of Rose possibly reach the moon?

He couldn't help but shake his head.