I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

When Chen Lun walked out of the Great Gate of the Byron Gold Pavilion with his white cane, Melanie behind him had an afterglow of charm on her face, beaming with springtime and respectfully seeing him off.

Before parting, she handed him a delicately crafted card inlaid with gold and diamonds, indicating that this was the highest level of identification for the Byron Gold Pavilion. From now on, if he ever returned, simply presenting it would waive any fees for storage or withdrawals, along with more than a dozen discounts on financial investments or other projects, even for the most basic reception services, there would be someone specifically responsible.

In short, it could be summed up in one word: noble.

However, Chen Lun didn’t care much about these things and casually threw the gold card into the Blood Poem Ring, no longer paying attention to it.

On the panel, besides 200,000 Gold Pounds, his personal assets had increased by another 1,300,000 Blue Gabo, which was the currency exchanged from those energy barytes just now... To be precise, the accurate number was a bit over 1,000 short, but Melanie took the liberty to round it up.

To be honest, this 1,000 plus Blue Gabo wasn’t a small amount either; in the Byron Kingdom, it was enough to buy several shops or even two estates, showing that the female manager of the Gold Pavilion was quite sincere.

And as for the 200,000 Gold Pounds, 100,000 was earned from selling potions during this period... Chen Lun pouted, had he known that energy barytes could be exchanged here in the Byron Kingdom, he wouldn’t have bothered being an arms dealer.

He had long been the boss owning two veins, yet still doing business miserably, even tinkering with potion bottles to earn players’ hard-earned money...

He couldn’t help but shake his head secretly.

’If I ever run out of money in the future, I’ll just come to the Byron Kingdom to get some; this place is my little treasury...’

Chen Lun thought indifferently.

"Teacher, where are we going next?"

Sunny Xiaoyu followed behind the black-hat gentleman happily, asking in a low voice.

"We’ll have a meal, then head straight to Saint Byron Academy."

Chen Lun replied without looking back.

"Hooray! I’ve had a lot of Empire’s delicacies, but only had a taste of Chidi ham and Byron cold soup from Byron Kingdom... Really looking forward to it!"

Sunny Xiaoyu seemed very excited.

Polaris couldn’t help but glance at the panel, where he had accumulated more than 1,000 Gold Pounds, but hadn’t exchanged them for Blue Gabo in the treasury.

Based on his understanding of the teacher, he wasn’t certain if the teacher would pay for the meal, and if they went to a high-end restaurant, his wallet would be in danger.

Twenty minutes later.

Polaris couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of a table full of dishes.

Star tomato bluefin sandwich, grilled artichoke with caviar spread, fish belly stewed in red wine, steamed fish balls, Yaxi octopus, seafood rice...

"Teacher, aren’t you eating?"

Sunny Xiaoyu mumbled with her mouth full.

The gentleman across the table had long put his hat aside, quietly gazing at the scenery through the floor-to-ceiling window. Hearing the question, he turned his head, glanced at the dishes on the table, and smiled, shaking his head.

"You eat. After advancing to a high rank, I no longer need to eat..."

"Oh, oh."

Sunny Xiaoyu nodded in partial understanding, then immediately grabbed a lobster with her hand and started chewing it.

Polaris twitched at the corner of his eye as he glanced at the bill on the table, which shockingly displayed a fee of "29 Blue Gabo, 35 Red Crux"... Using all the mathematical knowledge from his twelve years of compulsory education, he converted it into the real-world credit points, realizing that it was about a couple of thousand, enough for him and his grandma to live well for a week.

The frugality instilled in him since childhood made him feel uncomfortable.

"Brother Beizi, you should eat too."

Sunny Xiaoyu quickly forked a couple of fish balls and placed them on Polaris’s plate, smiling as she spoke.

"Mmm... Thank you."

Polaris took a deep breath, suppressing the guilty feeling of luxury, and finally picked up the utensils to start eating.

A moment later.

After the two had eaten their fill, Chen Lun called the waiter over, then pulled out a small bag of Blue Gabo and handed it over.

"More as tips."

Chen Lun said casually.

The waiter took it and began to count.

The Blue Gabo in his hand was the size of a bottle cap, with a pure blue body, looking less like gold and more like a rare metal infused with magical materials, making a crisp, pleasant dinging sound when they collided.

The waiter soon realized that this small bag contained thirty Blue Gabos. His heart couldn’t help but leap with joy since, after deducting the cost of the meal, he would be getting an additional 45 Red Crux, equivalent to more than a month’s salary!

"Thank you for your generosity, sir."

The waiter quickly bowed and thanked.

Chen Lun just waved it off, stood up, and left.

He glanced at Polaris, who looked relieved, and couldn’t help but find it amusing. If it had been in the past, he might have made Polaris, this "senior brother," pay under the excuse of "training," but now it was unnecessary.

Money, to him, seemed to have little meaning anymore...

Chen Lun felt an inexplicable sense of emptiness.

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Three kilometers from the Enlightenment Port, in the heart of the city, an academy district spanning two blocks was where Saint Byron Academy was located.

Chen Lun led Polaris and Sunny Xiaoyu straight in.

The students here came and went with hurried expressions, rarely seen with companions, more often gathered in groups, engaging in heated discussions among the youths, even many middle-aged and elderly people in student uniforms, furthering their studies here.

The academic atmosphere was palpable.

Chen Lun didn’t need to ask for directions, merely murmuring "academic office" in his heart, the ivory white cane began to guide itself.

He moved like someone who had spent decades at Saint Byron Academy, effortlessly navigating around flowerbeds and squares, directly entering a vintage building.

Ascending the stairs, he found the office on the second-floor hall.

"Sorry, this year’s enrollment period ended the day before yesterday. If you need to enroll in Saint Byron, please come back early October next year..."

A middle-aged woman with glasses was busy with paperwork, flipping through files at a rapid pace. She only lifted her head to glance at the black-hat gentleman and the two young people behind him before continuing to stamp away.

"I’m not a student enrolling, Ms. Lena."

Chen Lun glanced at the nameplate on the other party’s chest and smiled politely.

"Hmm?"

The middle-aged woman slightly frowned and paused her actions.

"May I ask what brings you here?"

Chen Lun did not waste any words and directly handed over two letters.

"Please pass these to the top officials of your academy, they are recommendation letters... I am here to apply for the position of professor."

"Professor... You?"

Lena was stunned, her voice raised several degrees.

Even the staff at other desks in the hall heard the commotion and curiously looked over. Seeing the young appearance of the gentleman in the black hat, they felt it was quite absurd.

At Saint Byron Academy, let alone a professor, even an ordinary lecturer is usually in their forties or fifties, and they are figures who have achieved remarkable accomplishments in their respective fields.

The gentleman before them looked far too young... But no one dared to question aloud, as Saint Byron Academy is a cradle for geniuses, and examples of young and knowledgeable individuals are not unheard of.

Chen Lun had actually adjusted his appearance and deliberately restrained his attraction using the power of mythology; otherwise, with a Charm Value as high as 105 points, all ordinary people present would be instantly mesmerized and even become his fervent believers.

"Sorry, sir... Are you sure you’re not joking?"

Lena hesitantly said.

"Age is not the yardstick for knowledge, is it?"

Chen Lun was not annoyed, just chuckled lightly.

He pointed to the letters in her hand and signaled:

"Please deliver these letters to Principal Hugo, he will understand."

"Hmm... alright."

Perhaps due to Chen Lun’s elegant speech and his nearly perfect appearance, Lena ultimately responded half-convinced.

"You three can wait on the sofa for a while."

She said, then took the letters and left.

Chen Lun signaled the two students to follow him and then calmly sat down on the sofa.

The hall staff quickly withdrew their gaze; although curious about the gentleman in the black hat, they were more focused on their work.

Before long.

A well-dressed middle-aged man and woman hurried in, their footsteps even startled the staff in the hall.

"Mr. Jack, sorry to keep you waiting."

The middle-aged man’s gaze immediately locked onto the gentleman in the black hat, his heart slightly tense as he walked briskly forward.

"I am Stanley, Vice-Principal of Saint Byron Academy, and this is Julie, the Director of Education..."

After introducing himself and the woman beside him, he did not extend his hand but rather respectfully placed a hand on his chest in a salute.

Seeing this, Lena rushed over, breathless, and upon seeing the scene, was quite shocked, instantly realizing the young man’s words weren’t false... even that his identity might be more noble than she had imagined.

"No need for formalities, Mr. Stanley and Ms. Julie."

Chen Lun smiled lightly.

He immediately discerned the strength of the two before him.

Stanley and Julie were both Sequence Five Mages with deep Mystical Accumulation, theoretically only a step away from high rank.

But the Saint Ritual, high-rank material, and anchor point were all essential, and these two were likely stuck at this step for many years.

"Has Principal Hugo read the letters? Does he agree to my appointment?"

Chen Lun asked.

"Um, apologies, Principal Hugo went to Miracle Academy for an exchange these days and isn’t at the academy... But Julie and I have read the letters and reported to him, Principal Hugo agreed."

Vice-Principal Stanley quickly said.

He adjusted his thick glasses, glanced at the surrounding staff who were quietly observing, and sincerely said:

"Mr. Jack, please follow me."

"Hmm."

Chen Lun nodded slightly and followed the two out of the hall, up to the fifth floor, into a soundproof meeting room. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Just upon entering, Stanley and Julie again saluted.

"Your Majesty, Principal Hugo asked me to convey that Suraya Scholar and Carmen Mage have explained the situation in their letters, since you intend to use Saint Byron Academy’s knowledge to research high-rank powers, it would be the academy’s honor... but"

Stanley spoke, hesitating.

"Any conditions can be mentioned directly."

Chen Lun said calmly.

"Principal Hugo hopes you can offer private courses and take on a few students."

Julie with her brown hair in a bun spoke softly.

Seeing Chen Lun’s puzzled expression, Ms. Julie explained:

"Saint Byron Academy, regardless of specialization, is a nine-year system; exams must be passed for promotion... often many students, even in their thirties or older, are stuck in the ninth year."

She paused briefly.

"Those are just ordinary subjects; for Mystery Studies, it is often only open to graduates, who need to serve as teaching or professor’s assistants for years, accumulating enough academy points to qualify for assessment... As for private courses by Mystery Studies professors, they are highly individualistic, specifically responsible for receiving students with special statuses."

Julie showed an expression of respect, cautiously saying:

"More than half of the thirty-four professors at Saint Byron Academy offer private courses, and Your Majesty’s case is even more different, although Principal Hugo and the other four board members are high-rank, only Principal Hugo teaches at the academy... He hopes you can also leave some legacy, as a honored mark of Saint Byron Academy."

"Hmm..."

Chen Lun pretended to ponder.