I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 65 Red Rose Lower Town
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The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in this dilapidated land.

The low houses are lined up in rows, and from the peeling walls, eyes are exposed, wary and greedy, staring at Louis as he passes by.

The crisscrossing pipes were like a spider web, lying horizontally above the head, with sewage dripping from the gaps, and strange-colored mold growing on the pipe walls, reaching out to Louis.

Louis looked around with some curiosity. The humanoid appearance gradually melted and flowed, the facial features were separated from the face, and the blond hair and clothes were mixed with the skin.

The pungent smell of oil paintings made the nightmare creatures entrenched here shrink and dare not take action.

This is the smell of the Nightmare Lord's retinue.
Horrible. Horrible.
[Hmph, weak chicken. 】

Louis raised the corners of his mouth in disdain.

Although he coveted these "games", he did not dare to forget the true purpose of this trip, so he could only suppress his eagerness for the time being.

What Anlos told him to do was very simple. It could be summed up in one sentence——

Kill all the cultists in the Lower City.

Of course, you still have to pay attention to some methods.

Find the cultists, devour them first, absorb their memories, and replace them.

Mix it in.

Louis accepted the order and immediately said:
Isn't he just a young man? I'm familiar with this one!

Then, Anlos got a half-smiling expression.

With a wave of his hand, he was thrown into the incoming train, and he was beaten to pieces.

Tsk, rude.

At this time, in a dilapidated house with shoddy construction, Louis saw vague dreams one after another.

After all, it is night time and most people are asleep.

But which one is a cultist?

[Do you have to search for them one by one? It’s so troublesome] Louis grinded his teeth anxiously. He couldn’t wait to start killing people. [It would be nice if he could come directly to reality through paintings]

Just when he was thinking this, he suddenly paused, his eyes flickered to the ground, and he looked into the distance.

In a two-story house near the uptown area, Louis noticed spatial fluctuations that only he could detect.

The amber eyes suddenly turned into whirlpools. Louis confirmed it carefully, then raised his brows and said in surprise:

[It’s really a painting passage! I didn’t expect that in such a shabby place, there can be spiritual paintings.]

As a result, Louis' whole body collapsed and melted, turning directly into a pool of paint and swimming quickly toward the space fluctuation.

Wherever he passed, it was as silent as a cicada and dead silent.

late at night.

Red Rose Empire, Lower City.

Ron woke up from his sleep without warning.

He bounced off the squeaky spring bed, panting heavily. The cold air poured into his nose and into his lungs, making him shiver with cold.

For some reason, his heart was beating wildly.

".Fuck, the window is open."

Ron cursed and got out of bed, stepped on his thin dirty cloth shoes, and walked around the bundles of drawing boards and dried paint stacked against the wall.

Go to the window, slam it shut, and insert the loose bolt.

The wind whizzed against the glass, and the surface, which had not been wiped for years, reflected Ron's thin and wrinkled face, a gloomy and poor face.

He is an antique dealer who sells replicas of famous paintings in the Lower City of the Red Rose Empire - referred to as fake paintings.

Ron was woken up by the cold and had no sleep at all. He simply looked through the window and looked through the transportation pipes set up between the low-rise houses at the stars and lights of the upper city.

He once determined to change his destiny through painting, but in the end, he could only make a living by selling fake paintings - even though in the eyes of others, Ron was already an object worthy of envy. "If you have talent, if you have that kind of powerful talent, you can become famous even if you use such cheap paint."

"When the time comes, the money, reputation, and fat-assed bitch will all be captured!"

Ron murmured in fascination, the greed in his heart spreading, and he didn't notice that his nails were digging into his flesh.

Behind him, on the bedside table, there was a black hooded robe neatly folded, with a golden one-eyed mask placed on it.

——Yes, Ron’s other identity is that of a cultist who believes in the God of Nightmares.
He firmly believed that that extraordinary power would definitely change his tragic fate.

Even if his hands are stained with the blood of innocent people, he will not hesitate.

".All for the nightmare invasion."

Ron pressed his tongue against his cheek and muttered.

At this time, he did not dare to call the god by his honorable name because he was afraid that his infidelity and desires would be discovered.

Even to the gods, he is just an insignificant insect.

"Anlos Tian" Ron murmured another name and snorted disdainfully, "I heard that he is just a sick man who is about to die. How powerful can he be?"

"If my family hadn't been rich, I would have died a long time ago."

Ron laughed happily, not realizing that he was actually jealous.

"But why haven't the three people who went to the nightmare to catch this brat come back yet... Oh, I really wish it was me who went there. All the credit was in vain..."

At this moment, I heard a "coo-coo-coo" sound coming from behind.

"Ok?"

Ron turned his head in confusion.

What comes into view is a scene where paint pours out like mud from "Girl with a Pearl Earring".

For a moment, Ron was completely stunned.

He froze in place, watching helplessly as the dirty paint gathered into a human shape.

The facial features are free on the face, and the fingers are growing and merging, just like pinching a clay figure at will.

"Ahhh."

His eyes widened, he staggered back, fell to the ground with a thump, and made a monosyllable of unknown meaning in his throat.

[Hehehe, don’t you believe in nightmare things? Why don’t you come and worship me? 】

Ron looked at the aggregation of human-like and non-human pigments, grinned with a mocking smile, and walked towards him step by step, leaving crawling stains on the floor.

What kind of monster is this? !
Help, don’t kill him, he hasn’t enjoyed the glory and wealth yet——

[Abandoning human ethics and killing innocent people, you have a way to die. 】

[In the name of Anlos Tian, ​​I will take your life. 】

——Anlos Tian.

The name exploded in Ron's ears like thunder.

"You, you were sent by Anlos?!" His voice was out of tune, and he stared at the monster in disbelief, "He is still alive?!"

Even though his fear reached the extreme, Ron realized one thing:

That is, those three people failed.

He was killed by what he called a "sick man who was about to die".

What responded to him was the dirty paint that instantly splashed out of the painting, engulfing him in it.

Under the cold moonlight, as a passage for the portrait to enter reality, the gentle girl in the fake famous painting watched the passing of a life with her soft and compassionate eyes.

(End of this chapter)