As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

The boat of souls can only ferry gods!

Although there were only eight words, Ron really felt what it meant to be creepy.

It's obviously a ferry that transports players' souls, so why has it become a ferry that only transports gods? If you only cross the gods, where will the gods be transported?

Ron could feel that although this was the world of the games he had played, there were subtle differences in some aspects.

Elsa detached herself from Ron and stood quietly beside him. She seemed not to be at all curious about this mysterious and weird area.

The system did not disappear, nor did it give any prompts. This seemed to indicate that his life was not in danger for the time being, and he was probably not dead.

Ron looked up, slightly relieved.

The same dark night sky is dotted with things that look like stars. Some of them are dark green, some are blue, some are fiery red, some are purple, and they are colorful.

Some of them are big, like a full moon, and some are small, like candles that may be extinguished at any time.

Ron was slightly startled by the unseen scene.

In the game, after the player dies, he can only see the Soul Crossing Boat and the Black Sea. The sky is just gray and there is nothing.

In fact, in the game, after the player gets on the Soul Crossing Boat, he cannot take any action at all and can only wait quietly to cross the Eternal Sea. The whole process takes about three minutes.

It is said that it was specially designed by the game company. In order to let players experience the value of life, they should not become P Society war criminals and commit acts of wanton killing of NPCs in the game.

This design was also voted as the most disgusting design by players.

But here, Ron's actions were not affected. As if out of pure instinct, he stretched out his right hand and tried to pick off the stars above his head... Anyway, he needed to do something to find a way out of here. However, although these stars seemed very close, no matter how hard Ron stretched his arms, the distance between the two parties would not be reduced at all.

He even jumped up, but still couldn't reach it. Fortunately, there was no one else around, otherwise, they would probably think Ron was a lunatic.

After a long time, Ron gave up. He glanced at Elsa next to him with some envy. Now everyone is almost the same type of existence, but he is far from being as casual and free as Elsa. In mid-air.

Elsa completely ignored Ron's gaze. With her black and white eyes, she just stared at the Soul Crossing Boat and the surrounding dark ocean, motionless.

I don’t know what I’m thinking about, maybe I’m thinking about nothing.

The soul body does not need to breathe, but Ron still exhaled habitually. He felt that he was struggling with a system, which was purely a pit in his brain. He looked around again, and this time, he looked more carefully, looming. , you can see countless threads floating in the air.

Very thin.

Thinner than spider silk.

Inadvertently, these threads will be ignored.

It was so densely packed that it looked like there were tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or millions of spiders spinning their webs on this big ship.

Spider threads were floating everywhere, even casting a dirty shadow over the soul-carrying boat.

Right in front of Ron, a short length of spider silk was emitting an unusual, bright light, shining so brightly that it almost floated onto Ron's face.

Ron frowned slightly, stretched out a finger, and brushed away the cobwebs.

Buzz!

The next moment, Ron's mind was agitated, his mental power was almost drained in a very short period of time, and there was a brief blank in his consciousness!

…

In the Northern Continent, the Kingdom of Granville is not a particularly powerful country, but it is definitely the richest.

This country is rich in a special energy called black oil, which can be used as long as it is dug out of the ground and slightly refined.

Cooking, heating, lighting, steam trains... black oil was widely used, which brought amazing wealth to the kingdom.

Because there is money, there is luxury.

In the early morning, the magic lamp outside the palace that had been bright all night has not been extinguished. Under the soft light, the extremely exquisite glazed tiles are shining with a hazy luster, making the palace enveloped in dreamlike clouds and smoke. You know, I thought I was in the divine realm.

It is said that any one of the gems embedded in the pillars can be enough for a commoner family to spend a lifetime.

But there is a special place in such a luxurious palace. There is a wall about six meters high. The wall is covered with vines, and the ridges of the wall are even covered with rusty blades.

The mottled walls looked like they had not been repaired for a long time.

Under the early morning sun, tiny insects have begun to spread their wings and fly.

Decayed, dilapidated, gloomy and depressing!

Outside the wall are knights in heavy armor, with one post every three steps and one sentry every five steps, completely isolating this area from the rest of the palace.

This is the residence of Agnes Holt, the seventh wife of King Granville.

This is a very beautiful, impeccably beautiful woman.

Her clothes are not gorgeous. A pure white long skirt wraps around her plump and imaginative body. The relatively conservative skirt cannot completely hide Agnes's beauty. It even makes people worry about whether the neckline will be stretched. break.

The silk gauze skirt fits the skin closely and outlines graceful curves, especially the outline of a pair of thighs, which is even more fascinating. Even if you don't touch it with your own hands, you can tell just by looking at it that it must be very soft.

The cool breeze in the morning blew, and her long silver hair fluttered. Her aquamarine-like eyes looked outside. Outside the hut, there was a high wall...

Agnes had the charm to drive men crazy, but she was not a pampered princess.

Her marriage to the king was an exchange of pure interests.

In order to prevent Agnes from giving birth to a prince, King Granville never even laid a finger on her.

The luxurious palace was more like a huge prison to Agnes.

She just wants to be free.

Escape from this birdcage.

Agnes picked up the kettle. She had no shoes on, and stepped on the cold stone slabs with her shiny white feet, preparing to water the flowers and plants in the yard... Agnes had long been used to living the same life for thirteen years.

However, before she could walk out the door, twisting threads suddenly appeared in the air in front of her, and they instantly wrapped around Agnes.

Agnes frowned slightly and tried to struggle. As a very powerful being, the princess was very confident in her own strength.

But soon, the princess's expression changed.

As soon as the magic power is mobilized, it will be absorbed completely by the silk threads wrapped around the body in an instant.

This momentary change was so fast that the princess had no time to react. Her body had already left the ground, entangled with countless threads, and disappeared out of thin air.

When the princess regained her sight again, there was still a look of horror on her face. She looked blankly at the pale bone ship under her feet, at the dark ocean around her, and at the completely different sky above her head.

On the other side, Ron tried his best to maintain calm, and did not ask the tasteless question of asking who you are. He was thinking about whether he should maintain the same identity as the other person who suddenly entered this space, or whether he should maintain his unpredictable image.

Looking at the princess's beautiful face and slender figure, he suddenly felt something familiar.

After a few seconds, Ron almost screamed.

Agnes, isn't this... one of the four pillars of the Eternal Freedom Sect?

Is that the sexiest villain who makes male players crazy and regretful the most?

Ron was shocked.

This woman's strength is only slightly inferior to that of the Pope. She can kill him with one slap!

Agnes's beautiful, slender and elegant neck squirmed, and soon she saw a hazy figure at the bow of the ship.

There is obviously no fog here. Although it is dark, the visibility is not low for a powerful being. The princess can even see clearly the waves rising on the black ocean further ahead of the bow.

But I just couldn't see clearly the appearance of the man on the bow.

I can only feel that it seems to be a man.

He was tall and thin, as if he were a scholar.

She tried to see clearly the appearance of the mysterious man, but a force interfered with her vision, and she could only see a mist.

Mysterious, like a black hole, like nothingness, she couldn't even detect Ron's power, but the more this happened, the more fear Agnes felt in her heart. She would not be stupid enough to think that this mysterious existence was a weakling with no power. .

Thinking about it again, she was forcibly brought to this place without any resistance. The opponent's strength may far exceed hers.

She is clearly one of the strongest people in the human world, but Agnes behaves exceptionally well-behaved.

This is a very proud woman, but she knows better how to react when faced with different existences.

Agnes asked in a calm and uneasy tone: "Who are you? Where are you here? What do you want to do?"

Here comes the second chapter, 5,000 words finished today!