I'm the villainous Dragon King? I start with a free 100-pull gacha pull for the female lead!

Upon hearing this, Doug was stunned, somewhat incredulous.

"Could it be that you...?"

"Yes, I want to glimpse the future."

Eagle nodded solemnly, "Although I can't directly foresee that person's future, I only need to find out when the Dragon Kingdom is free of his presence; that will be the time to act."

"But what if you die before you see it?"

"I have a feeling that it won't be long before that person leaves the Dragon Kingdom."

"You don't need to persuade me anymore, my mind is made up."

Eagle waved his hand, signaling him to stop trying to persuade him.

"We've waited far too long. How much longer must we be shrouded in that person's shadow?"

Seeing this, Doug stopped trying to dissuade him.

As the falcon slowly closed its eyes, an invisible wave of energy suddenly surged through the room, spreading an ancient and unsettling aura. Doug seemed to sense an eye lurking in the shadows, peering into something.

Meanwhile, the eagles' vitality gradually waned.

His already aged face looked even more withered now, his wrinkled skin drooping down, making him look like a dried-up corpse.

However, his breathing suddenly became stronger and stronger.

At a certain peak, the eagle suddenly opened its eyes.

His eyes shone brightly, as if countless images were flashing through them. He gazed up at the void and murmured softly, "I saw it. In the not-too-distant future, he left the Dragon Kingdom... no... he left... us... us..."

As he spoke, his eyes gradually filled with terror.

"We...cannot..."

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click -

The door opened.

Doug walked out of the room in silence.

"Mr. Doug, what's the aura of Lord Falcon..." The superhumans waiting at the door stepped forward to ask.

"In order to find the right opportunity, he forcibly peered into the future... and his life force was exhausted."

Doug sighed, his expression sorrowful.

"However, he told me before he died when that person would leave. We can't waste the information he gave us with his life, so let's all prepare in advance."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression turned sorrowful.

Eagle Falcon is the oldest among these superhumans, a living fossil who has survived from World War II to the present. Apart from him, Doug, an outsider from China, is the most senior.

Now that the falcon has fallen, Doug has naturally become their pillar of strength.

Let us turn our grief into strength.

"While that person is away from the Dragon Kingdom, let's accomplish something great."

"Everyone, hurry up and get ready."

"yes!"

Everyone responded in unison and set off together.

The last superhuman to leave glanced back subconsciously into the room, and in that fleeting glimpse, he seemed to see that Lord Eagle's eyes were not closed.

In those eyes...

It was filled with resentment... and... despair?

His heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively stopped in his tracks.

Just as I was about to go inside, someone suddenly pulled me back.

Turning his head, he saw Doug smiling at him, patting him on the shoulder, "What are you looking at? We must make good use of the information that Lord Falcon has provided us with. I will take good care of his body and give him the most solemn funeral."

"yes!"

The superhuman immediately nodded and followed the group.

Before leaving, he subconsciously glanced back, but this time, the falcon's eyes were closed.

Is it... just my imagination?

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Hotel venue.

Liu Ruyan also heard those heartfelt words.

But she didn't care at all, and just quietly watched Ye Shu's profile as he ate.

She suspected her sister could hear it too.

Including Su Qingyue, who was not far away.

Because it was obvious that from the moment the inner voice rang out, the usually boisterous younger sister fell silent, her face turning pale and then purple, while Su Qingyue... even the cup in her hand shattered.

Liu Ruyan withdrew her gaze, her heart at peace.

She picked a cherry and held it to Ye Shu's lips, and saw that even amidst a pile of delicious food, he still took the time to open his mouth and eat the cherry she offered.

She suddenly smiled contentedly.

at the same time.

The system is completely paralyzed.

"Why? Why is there no response?"

This is completely different from what it imagined. No matter what, it should at least cause a ripple, right?

Why are these female protagonists completely unmoved?

Even the favorability rating has increased!

What's the point of playing this game?

It kept revealing its true feelings, time and time again, and what happened to the Dragon King in the end?

It doesn't follow any rules at all; it just leaves the game running in the background.

Hey, after hanging up, I took a look.

The female leads all acted like they were crazy.

Especially the new female lead who appears later, she has absolutely no chance. Her favorability rating has already been maxed out, and her health bar doesn't even budge. What's the point of playing this game?

The opponent's game is all about numbers; there's no mechanics whatsoever.

If we really fail this time.

That means playing by mechanics is no longer viable. In the next world, it will abandon the voice-based system and adopt a more radical and numerical approach—the "Destiny Villain System".

The opponent uses numerical values, and it doesn't know how?

It's a system!

Back to the venue.

Su Qingyue gripped the cup handle tightly, her teeth clenched. At this moment, she had to admit it.

She was scared.

She used to not believe Luo Chen's true feelings.

But now, she has no choice but to believe it.

Because the truth was laid bare before her, both Liu Ruyan and Liu Weiwei were undeniably surrounding her.

And she is the legal wife.

We can only watch from afar.

Like an outsider.

But does that mean she should put aside her pride and take the initiative to fight for it or snatch it away?

But he's the one who cheated, so why should he?

Why should I?

Su Qingyue gripped the cup handle tightly, her fingertips digging deep into her palm without her realizing it.

Just now.

click -

The banquet hall doors were suddenly pushed open.

Everyone turned their heads in unison, because they knew that the only person who had arrived at this time was the absolute protagonist of the banquet—Elena Rothschild.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, not blinking.

Without him.

Simply because it was too stunning.

She was a woman in a sky-blue evening gown, the hem of which was slightly long, trailing just a few steps to her feet, yet shimmering with starlight, untouched by dust, like a masterpiece of God. Several golden bells hung from her waist, ringing with each step she took, crisp and melodious, yet carrying a strange rhythm, as if each step touched the heartstrings of those who walked.

This dress seems to be made by someone other than an ordinary person.

That is indeed the case.

This was a gift from that person, who said that as long as she wore this dress, he would protect her from any harm.

So she really liked this dress.

This is their connection.

Elena's appearance is stunning, with blonde hair, blue eyes, snow-white skin, and three-dimensional features, yet she retains the gentle beauty of an Eastern woman.

Elena is of Eurasian descent.

Like God's most beloved creation, God bestowed upon her the delicate skin of an Easterner, and the snow-white complexion and azure eyes of a Westerner.

She stood there, seemingly out of place in the world.

Everyone present was stunned by her beauty, dazzled and breathless, afraid to disturb this dreamlike scene.

Even Su Qingyue was momentarily stunned, and had to admit that this woman possessed beauty that was no less than hers.

Except for—a certain idiot who's fighting over lamb chops.