I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 901

Chapter 114: The Incomprehensible Fun

“When Nidhogg was severely injured back then, it should have died. I’ve always wondered how it managed to survive this long. Now it seems that this power from the Cataclysmic Disaster is reviving, along with the death god’s power you spoke of waking it. No matter how you look at it, it’s not a good sign.”

Bahamut said it softly, but it was clear enough to convey his warning.

The Cataclysmic Disaster, Cultists, and the Dragon Race—when these three unrelated threats combined, Roy felt an inexplicable unease.

He suddenly remembered that a similar situation had occurred at the empire’s border, where the Demon Race‘s Undead were colluding with the Necromancy Faction, all under the scheme of some mastermind, coordinating actions with the empire’s royal family.

From the outcomes, it seemed everyone had ulterior motives and wasn’t united; however, when they acted together, the threat they posed was far greater than any one faction alone.

Take this incident, for example. Nidhogg, who had been defeated by Bahamut, was in a dying state, unable to stir up trouble for several eras, only to come back now after obtaining the bones of the death god.

Roy had considered such issues before. He always thought that when disaster struck, there would be Sages, Holy Maidens, and King Lionheart Robert to stand strong. But now, he was the high-level figure.

Roy felt it necessary to sound the alarm to all factions.

“Is it possible that it’s not just about the Cataclysmic Disaster, but someone is secretly pushing something behind the scenes?”

Roy explained his earlier discoveries at the empire’s border and shared his suspicions.

Robert couldn’t help but scoff: “That’s ridiculous!”

“Partnering with Cultists and the Demon Race? Even using the power of the Cataclysmic Disaster? What does that benefit him? What kind of person would want to destroy humanity?!”

Teresa also anxiously rubbed her forehead and sighed, “Hard to say.”

“The Demon Race has a bloodthirsty nature, and the thinking of Cultists can’t be measured by common sense. Perhaps that person is one of them. If they can truly harness the power of the Cataclysmic Disaster, they wouldn’t hesitate to do it.”

Bahamut gripped his staff, worry etched on his face. “Everyone, please be cautious. If someone indeed lays their hands on the power of the Cataclysmic Disaster, they are not only my enemy but your enemy as well in this world!”

Everyone present was not short-sighted. Whether it was Robert or Teresa, they decided to strengthen investigations and precautions going forward.

Even if there was still no evidence linking the Dragon Race‘s turmoil to this, that mysterious person uniting with the empire’s royal family and the Necromancy Faction and Undead must be regarded as a potential threat.

The former Dragon King fell silent, storm clouds and bitterness brewing in his eyes, as if he glimpsed his past.

Noticing the ally’s sorrow, Roy asked with concern, “Lord Bahamut?”

The dark golden eyes clouded over, the ancient spirit grew more ethereal. “I completely cannot fathom what kind of heinous person would touch such destructive power and stand against all living beings.”

Everyone present nodded in profound agreement.

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“Completely incomprehensible.”

“Jester, you’re not welcome here. If you’re here to invite us to your party, then you’ve come to the wrong place.”

Deep in the dark forest, a chasm where even sunlight couldn’t penetrate.

On towering ancient trees, countless twisted branches swayed, surrounded by numerous decaying yet corrosive Cultists, a woman in mysterious ancient robes emerged with a cold glint.

The small jester, looked like an ant beneath her gaze, raised a comical smile, disdainfully glancing at those withered villains.

“Adults are talking. Can the little kid go play elsewhere? Go get your mommy to chat!”

The corpse, long decayed, no longer showed any emotion, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t get angry.

A massive force brewed, along with it came countless vines and leaves that wriggled as if alive.

“Not necessary.”

Until amidst the swirling mass of genders and ages, a voice with a motherly tone, as if a breeze brushed through countless leaves, resonated down.

The giant tree trembled, and countless eyes in the shadows of the forest opened, as decayed undead prostrated, welcoming the arrival of their mother goddess.

“Ah! Mother of Nature, it’s been a while! Your look is even cooler than before! Mmm, flesh is weak, All Things Wither—what a philosophical thought! Way higher than those big lizards who only know violence…”

Just as he said, the jester seemed to see an old friend and couldn’t help but chatter away.

But the deity of All Things Wither didn’t grant him much patience.

“Jester, I know you killed the death god.”

“And stirred the dragons back into war.”

The jester clapped joyfully, “Then it’s easy to talk.”

“The time has come.”

“The hypocrites in the East are hiding, and Lionheart is severely weakened due to the Dragon Race‘s turmoil. Isn’t this the perfect opportunity for you?”

A sinister wind rose, mocking laughter rustled through the branches.

“Incite chaos, awaken disorder; you just want to use me.”

“Oh come on, we’ve been friends for so many years. That’s a bit cold to say!”

Waving his hands in complaint, the jester leaned against the tree trunk and laughed back.

“At least we can say it’s a mutual use, right?”

“What if I refuse?”

“You think you have a choice?”

Countless eyes flowing with yellow-black pus twinkled like stardust amidst the foliage, while opposite them, chaos and nothingness returned a gaze without hesitation.

An otherworldly, deep force spread invisibly, making countless magical beasts within a hundred miles tremble, lose their minds, and flee in panic.

But as a wisp of gentle wind passed through.

Nothing happened.

Instead, it was the jester who first closed the eyes of chaos and nothingness, re-emerging with an innocuous smile.

“Just kidding.”

“But I’m serious about the best opportunity.”

“The blood of this generation’s False King is quite troublesome—not only has he entered the high ranks, he even defeated Nidhogg at full power… You should understand what that means, right? That’s the dragon that once polluted the entire Dragon Race, daring to bare its fangs at the Dragon King.”

“And his ties with the Forest Elf are quite complicated. I know you like to wait and see, but if this drags on, he might actually grow to threaten you!”

The pus ceased to flow, the starry eyes fell into tranquility, as if contemplating something.

No matter if the other party agreed or not, the jester turned to leave.

“Wait.”

“Hmm?”

“Why are you telling me this? I shouldn’t be part of your plan.”

“Why, why?”

Muttering under his breath, he turned back, his vivid red lips, pale cheeks, and waxy yellow eyebrows, his paint-smudged face exaggeratedly stretched into a comically extreme smile.

“If I must say, it’s obviously because it’s interesting!”