I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 263

Chapter 116: Broken Wings

In the auditorium of the magic academy, the families trapped in the academy anxiously awaited the results of the second rescue meeting.

Charlotte crossed her arms, leaning against the side, exasperated for the umpteenth time at the slow progress of the meeting.

On the other side, the Blonde Girl sat silently, staring blankly into space as if she were a soulless doll.

She was just as knowledgeable about Roy’s abilities as Charlotte herself. Realizing this, Charlotte wanted to offer some words of comfort, but unexpectedly, the Blonde Girl suddenly looked up, gazing out the window with her light blue eyes filled with turmoil.

“Alice?”

The Blonde Girl clutched her chest, her face pale, trembling as she spoke: “Master… is in danger.”

Almost simultaneously, a messenger from the rangers burst into the meeting room.

Upon learning that many barriers had been breached and a large number of students had been successfully rescued, the people present didn’t care to reprimand the principal for secretly forming a rescue team; they only felt relief.

However, the next piece of news would plunge everyone’s spirits to rock bottom.

“Most of the students were rescued, but… but…….”

The messenger’s face turned pale, and it seemed that just saying that name required immense courage.

Until the nearby Sage let out a heavy sigh.

“But, He has made a move.”

Looking at the serious expression on the face of the Grand Mage, Janthea lost all her strength and collapsed into her chair.

There was only one thing that could make the Sage Booker so tense.

It undoubtedly meant a death sentence for Roy and Nia.

The Evil God had descended.

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Deep within the Misty Forest.

The miasma receded briefly before erupting with astonishing force, rolling back with vigor. This time, its might was like a raging flood, visibly devouring everything around.

The thick miasma resembled liquid, and just the sight of it was enough to instill primal terror in every Extraordinary Being nearby.

This was something they simply couldn’t withstand.

The teacher in charge, Sado, immediately shouted: “Retreat!”

“But, Lady Nia and the others are still inside!”

“If we don’t retreat now, it’ll be too late! Do you want to die here?!”

The giant eagle flapped its wings in a frenzy, flying the group away from danger.

From above, the entire center of the forest was shrouded in dense miasma, even the clouds appeared filthy and dim, as if it were a completely decayed death zone.

Under the oppressive pressure that was almost suffocating, whether they were noble offspring, favored ones, or elite soldiers and powerful academy teachers, everyone was silent, frozen in fear.

Even if they didn’t understand what that terrifying power truly was, they instinctively sensed that it was beyond their capability to contend with.

Meanwhile, the decayed giant tree beneath Roy and Nia suddenly cracked open after violent tremors.

Filthy, rotten roots seemed to wilt yet bloom, opening a grotesque flower overflowing with stinking pus. At the center of this evil flower, a towering figure, entwined with vines and petals, with filthy, white skin, slowly emerged.

Those empty, lifeless eyes dripped with pus.

Just a glance into those eyes sent chills down Roy’s spine, causing a sharp pain in his mind.

Nia was in no better state; bearing the sting, she asked, “What the hell is that thing?!”

“The Withered Child…” Roy murmured, his expression extremely grave.

Rolin’s notes had mentioned that the Fallen Mother Tree possessed the power to breed a god child. Its bloodline inherited the divinity and status of the Fallen Mother Tree and was even far beyond that of typical mythical beings, almost a fragment of the Evil God’s true form!

Its status was comparable to the Red-Blooded Dragon, Baragas!

But the Withered Child had made extensive preparations requiring a vast amount of Evil God power to support it. Even Rolin, who had battled All Things Wither for years, had only encountered it once.

Never expected to see the trump card of All Things Wither so soon; my luck must be worse than Rolin’s!

It seemed the Fallen Mother Tree was truly set on claiming the Forest Elf.

“W-What should we do now?”

Roy’s answer was a single word: “Retreat!”

Not to mention that his Extraordinary Power was already exhausted; even under normal circumstances, he couldn’t hope to contend with the offspring of an Evil God.

Especially now, when he was utterly drained; even utilizing the Pseudo Dragon Breath: Sky, would be hard to withstand the side effects.

The only choice was to escape!

Roy grabbed Nia and was about to run when, unexpectedly, those hollow eyes suddenly rolled upward, locking onto them.

Suddenly, a strange female face sprouted from the Withered Child’s abdomen.

The face opened slightly, its hoarse voice reminiscent of sand and withered wood grinding against each other, painful to the ears; with each word, it caused them excruciating headaches, preventing any movement.

“False Blood of the King, hand over the Forest Elf.”

“You have been marked by the Dragon; I have no intention of competing with the Dragon for its prey.”

Roy felt the gentle grip in his hand shrink back slightly but he held it tightly.

He forced a bitter smile, looking up at the monster on the grotesque flower, coldly saying, “What if I refuse?”

A moment of silence, and the woman’s face displayed no joy or sorrow as it slowly faded.

“Then you will die.”

“I will leave your corpse for the Dragon.”

Damn it, these Evil Gods really can’t be bothered to negotiate with insignificant mortals?!

Feeling the overwhelming Extraordinary power surging towards them, Roy cursed under his breath, pulling Nia and leaping down.

In the next second, a decaying wooden blade wrapped in putrid pus slashed through; the already burdened decayed giant tree let out a ghastly wail before being completely severed, collapsing downwards.

From the air, large portions of the forest withered and fell with that casual swing, where the pus spread, flora and fauna alike were reduced to dust.

In a critical moment.

Roy hastily plunged his sword into another tree, halting their drop just in time, preventing them from falling to the ground.

Below was a swirling mire of miasma; even the earth itself had been corroded, sinking continuously, far more terrifying than the kind of miasma in the Fallen Tree Sea that could be fought against with holy water!

Even with the source of life, the West Wind, protecting Nia, if they fell into it, she would undoubtedly perish.

This was the power of mythical beings, the offspring of Evil Gods. They didn’t even need to act directly—their mere existence was enough to annihilate mortal beings.

Roy struggled to pull Nia along, but suddenly noticed her fingertips loosening.

“Hold on tight!”

The boy glanced back in panic, only to see Nia looking at him with an expression that was hard to put into words.

“We can’t escape together.”

The boy’s face was filled with exhaustion, even more worn from the miasma’s corruption, his Extraordinary Power was reduced to less than ten percent, and even the arm holding the sword was trembling.

He couldn’t go on any longer.

Despite that, he still refused to let go.

“All Things Wither came for me; if this is fate, you shouldn’t have to bear it.”

Under Roy’s astonished gaze, the girl smiled with tears in her eyes: “Actually, the days spent with you have been really happy.”

“Unfortunately, our adventure seems to end here.” The girl’s smile remained pure and flawless, but in that final moment, a tear of sadness rolled down her cheek.

“Don’t let go……”

“Goodbye.”

The sensation of her fingertips slipped away.

The elven girl closed her eyes, spreading her arms wide, like a bird with broken wings, descending into the decayed abyss.