I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 734 - 459 "Tragic Prince" Sequel

Chapter 734 -459 “Tragic Prince” Sequel

“Your Majesty Ibrayin, I implore you… please don’t…”

At this moment, King Tiha Moyier spoke in a hoarse and faint voice.

Ibrayin slightly tilted his head to glance at him.

A mixture of pleading, hope, and anxiety washed over the face of the Yake King, and he shook his head subtly. It was uncertain whether it was an illusion, but it seemed as if the Saintly Majesty let out a light sigh.

The scene fell silent once more for several seconds.

“What do you want?”

Ibrayin suddenly said to Chen Lun.

Seeing this, everyone could not help but heave a sigh of relief, their hearts slightly calming down. Since His Majesty Ibrayin had spoken in such a manner, there was still room for maneuver. They had truly feared that the two would come to blows, and then, as the other had said, everyone present would die a pitiful death without any power to resist, swept up in the aftermath of their clash.

This would be too grievous, too frustrating…

“How about everyone takes a step back.”

Chen Lun’s face still bore a smile.

“I can let them go, but only a portion, I still need to bring some people back to ‘report,’ don’t I?”

In truth, he wasn’t particularly concerned about whether he could capture all members of the Yake Royal Family. After all, the war had already ended, and such an action would merely be icing on the cake, making his “resume” look better.

What he had truly wanted on the battlefield…

Had been a substantial amount of Experience Points!

Through the relentless efforts of his players, he had accumulated nearly five million Experience Points, enough to max out his Main Occupation!

Hence, unless necessary, Chen Lun also didn’t want to engage in a direct confrontation with a Constellation Saint over a few members of the Royal Family… He was confident he could escape from the Saint’s hands, but that would indeed make the trip in vain.

Until now, he had been counting on the other’s reluctance to risk collateral damage and engage in combat with him; his seemingly fearless demeanor was actually meant to strike a better deal.

“Your Majesty…”

King Tiha Moyier’s heart tightened once more as he called out to Ibrayin. The other members of the Royal Family also became fearful, worried that they would be the ones abducted by this stranger.

Ibrayin remained silent, not uttering a word.

In the next moment, He raised His hand in a loose grip, and points of light flickered. Among the Royal Family members behind Him, five individuals floated up on their own, roughly flung before Chen Lun, resulting in a series of dull thuds.

These five individuals were sullied with dirty mud. They were startled at first, then promptly began to scream out in fear.

Among them were Bai Luzha and the elder who had advised the King not to compromise with Chen Lun. The other three were middle-aged men who didn’t seem to have a close relationship with Tiha.

“Uncle… Uncle! Save me! Don’t abandon me!”

Bai Luzha cried out in tears.

“Tiha! Hurry and let His Saintly Majesty choose someone else! I held you when you were little! Have you forgotten? Don’t do this to me; I am a meritorious member of the Moir Family, you… you can’t treat me this way!”

The old man’s face also drastically changed, and he yelled vehemently.

Tiha Moyier was about to say something but was stopped by a raise of Ibrayin’s hand. The face of the Yake King went through several changes before he finally acquiesced into silence.

Chen Lun surveyed the five Royal Family members before him, stroked his chin, and spoke softly:

“Only five people? That’s too few… and they are all insignificant figures. How about adding one more?”

As he spoke, he pointed with his hand.

Following the direction in which he pointed, they saw the Princess Asoka in the carriage behind them, lifting the curtain and sneakily watching the scene outside.

“No, absolutely not!”

The Queen screamed in panic.

King Tiha also stood in front of the carriage, his expression grim.

Princess Asoka, startled, dropped the curtain. There were thudding sounds from within the carriage; it seemed the young girl had taken a fall and was crying out in pain.

“You better not test my patience any further, Jack.”

Ibrayin said coldly.

“Alright, Your Majesty.”

Seeing this, Chen Lun shrugged his shoulders and tapped the quivering Bai Luzha lightly with his Silver Staff. The latter instantly fell silent, trembling and daring not to cry out anymore.

“Well then… I shall take my leave.”

He smiled faintly, his left hand transformed into a pale swarm of snakes, tightly winding around the five Royal Family members in front of him. Then he took a step and vanished from everyone’s sight with them.

After confirming his departure, the Royal Family members finally took a deep breath, wiping the cold sweat from their foreheads. Many of the noblewomen even began crying inexplicably, as if the events they had just endured had frightened them immensely.

The Queen clung tightly to Tiha Moyier, praying non-stop in her husband’s embrace, seemingly thanking the gods for not losing her daughter Asoka.

But Tiha quietly reminded her that the one deserving thanks was His Majesty Ibrayin.

Inside the carriage behind the group.

Princess Asoka sat slumped on the floor, her face pallid. The image of that terrifying man in the black hat remained branded in her mind… when he had looked at her earlier, she felt an extreme sense of panic. His face, which seemed so Friendly and handsome, now resembled an inescapable nightmare.

Pearls of tears slowly slid down Princess Asoka’s fair cheeks.

She couldn’t help but sob, curling up into a ball.

“Tiha, don’t blame me, this was the best way to keep your family safe.”

At that moment, Ibrayin turned, speaking calmly to King Tiha Moyier.

Tiha Moyier shook his head.