I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 214 - 171: Lord of the Plague! (Two in One) - Part 2

Chen Lun persuaded.

"Even for Mr. Tao Te’s health, wouldn’t it be better if you moved to the Inner City District to take care of him?"

He had another reason he didn’t mention.

That was Mrs. Caroline’s husband and children’s graves were located at the old site of Pompey Manor in the Inner City District, moving there would also make it convenient for her to visit regularly.

Mrs. Caroline hesitated upon hearing this.

She was silent for a long while and finally showed a smile.

"You’re right, young Jack, even for Mr. Tao Te’s health, I should move..."

"If you haven’t decided where to stay yet, there are spare rooms in my manor..."

Chen Lun said.

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"Oh, I really appreciate your kindness, young Jack... In fact, I do have properties in the Inner City District, but due to some matters in the earlier years, I was reluctant to move there."

Mrs. Caroline seemed to have realized something, and her smile grew wider.

Chen Lun nodded.

He wasn’t surprised that Mrs. Caroline also had a house in the Inner City District.

He asked about Mrs. Caroline’s address in the Inner City District and felt a bit astonished after getting the response because it wasn’t far from his Jack Manor, actually quite close, probably less than a ten-minute walk.

’That’s good, it’s convenient to take a look…’

He thought to himself.

Chen Lun, by the bedside table, left his contact information on a piece of paper and pretended to dig through his chest, actually using the Blood Poem Ring to take out two packs of Antiepidemic Sugar Cubes.

He handed the wrapped sugar cubes to Mrs. Caroline.

"This is Antiepidemic Medicine, Mrs. Caroline, you and Mr. Tao Te should take it promptly to avoid infection."

The effects of the Antiepidemic Sugar Cubes were not strong, but they were useful.

Chen Lun only hoped they could stabilize the latent plague inside the two elderly bodies, giving them time to wait for Maggie’s return.

Only a professional could properly heal their condition.

"Oh, thank you so much, young Jack..."

Mrs. Caroline, quite moved, took the medicine package and hugged Chen Lun again.

Although Chen Lun had healed Mr. Tao Te’s external injuries, he didn’t want to explain, so he simply comforted Mrs. Caroline.

He then took his leave.

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After leaving the sickroom.

Passing the third floor again, Chen Lun heard the wailing of intense grief.

He thought for a moment, pushed open the corridor door, and arrived at the third-floor hallway.

The corridor was crowded, a shabby man knelt on the ground, pleading with a crow doctor.

"Doctor! Save Elsa, please! She’s only seven years old...!"

"Sir, your daughter has passed away. We did our best, and we regret this..."

From inside the crow mask, a buzzing sound emerged.

"Please face reality, we can’t cure someone who has died."

"But! It was you who said! Elsa’s body has filthy blood flowing through it, just cut open her veins, let out that Filthy Blood, and she will recover...!"

The man’s eyes were bloodshot as tears streamed down.

"So... are you deceiving? Deceiving a poor girl and her unfortunate father!"

The man, unable to cope with his daughter dying from the plague, hysterically rushed forward to grab the crow doctor’s mask.

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"I want you to experience the pain of the plague too! Taste the flavor of despair!"

"Damn madman!"

The crow doctor pushed the man away, lifted the ebony cane in his hand, and struck hard on the man’s forehead, causing blood to flow and his head to burst.

The man cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground.

The other doctors and nurses in attendance gasped in shock, while the other patients numbly watched the scene.

"The plague... the master of the plague will come to this world, punish all you deceivers...!"

The man lay on the ground, muttering groggily.

Chen Lun furrowed his brows, looking down at the man on the ground.

’Master of the plague?’

He was the only one present who heard the man’s whispers.

’I’ve never heard of these Gods... Are they fabrications or truly such lesser-known Evil Gods?’

Once the chaos subsided and the crowd dispersed.

The man staggered to his feet, utterly ignoring the wound on his forehead, his face bloodied as he left the third floor and headed straight for the hospital rooftop.

"Poor Elsa! My Elsa!"

He knelt by the railing of the rooftop, crying bitterly.

"I should have believed in the ’great master of the plague,’ listened to His gospel, and prayed for you... then you wouldn’t have left me!"

The man stood up, climbed over the railing, and looked down at the crowd below.

"Master of the plague, king of epidemics!

Carrier of calamities, bringer of invisible chaos!

The embodiment of all diseases, the source of all torments!

Your humble believer prays with his life, invoke divine punishment, kill all these deceivers here!"

He shouted madly, ready to leap down and complete his self-sacrifice ritual.

At that moment.

A figure suddenly darted from behind, grabbed him by the collar, and dragged him back.

With a thud, the man fell backward to the ground.

He saw stars, dizzy and disoriented, and before he could see who it was, a glimmer flashed before his eyes.

"From where did you learn the revered name of ’master of the plague’? And who is spreading His faith...?"

A deep voice came.

The man did not want to answer, yet found himself involuntarily saying:

"It was a month ago, some guy selling insurance at my door, quietly told me..."