I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 934

Chapter 31: A Mere Mortal?

As Valoran questioned, Janthea secretly let out a sigh of relief.

She cared more about Nia’s safety than her own. As a mother, she completely understood and even hoped that Roy would prioritize protecting Nia above all else.

Even if it meant losing her life.

“It seems you really don’t care about the Chief’s life, huh?” Valoran tightened his grip on the vines.

The vines gradually constricted, and Janthea’s face turned blue from lack of oxygen, her life slipping away, her eyes dimming. Yet, having come to terms with her fate, she felt no fear.

Just a regret for not being able to witness her daughter’s future.

“Wait, don’t get me wrong, I’m very honest,” Roy suddenly spoke up.

Valoran paused and looked over with interest. “What do you mean?”

The dark-haired boy replied calmly, “Since you want to see Nia, I’ll certainly accommodate you.”

“She’s already here.”

The wind picked up.

As Sequence 5, Valoran instantly sensed the anomaly in the airflow, like a drop of ink swirling in a clear spring, staining it with discordant colors.

But just as the Elf Girl appeared beside Janthea, Valoran became distracted for a moment, and a dark golden flash obscured everything.

【Blood-Sword Forging】!

Hundreds of Dragon Tooth Blades rained down like bullets, cutting through the writhing vines as easily as if they were made of mud, piercing Valoran’s grotesque body.

Far more ferocious than a barrage of arrows, the sword rain nearly turned Valoran into a mere stick figure, and he was skewered like a porcupine, pinned to the ground.

Meanwhile, Nia slashed through the vines binding Janthea with a wind blade and bolted away.

“I knew it! You’re not getting away with this!”

Valoran let out a sinister laugh. Without even raising a hand, he summoned a massive number of vines from the ground with a mere thought.

He had never expected Nia Molly to comply willingly. Sequence 5, the Forest Elf, could easily penetrate with the abilities of the Wind Shadow.

One person draws attention while the other rescues—this is a classic tactic in such confrontations. He was just waiting for the moment Nia showed herself, willingly stepping into his trap!

While holding the weakened Janthea, Nia wielded her sword with one hand, slicing through vines much larger than herself, deftly navigating through the gaps.

But she could only cut down three or five; facing dozens of overwhelming vines was impossible!

The vines, already laid out by Valoran underground, surged forth like a massive spider web, sealing off the entire banquet hall from all directions, closing in on Nia.

Janthea shut her eyes in despair, but Nia shouted at that moment, “Help! Help! Help!”

Both Valoran, who was gloating, and Janthea, who felt hopeless, went still.

Because a certain ancient and overwhelming pressure swept in, awakening the most primal reverence within living beings.

“Don’t go too far, old Dung. I said you could see Nia, but I never said I’d hand her over to you.”

The boy’s single eye flashed with dark golden lightning, glaring directly at Valoran.

In the next moment, a dark golden torrent burst forth, rampaging like an invisible dragon. The overwhelming vines, fragile as spiderwebs, were easily torn apart, the entire Divine Tree trembling from its terrifying force, with the barrier-covered walls shattering under this incredible power.

And all of this was merely incidental.

The one truly bearing the brunt of this power, Valoran, was sent flying out of the banquet hall like a mouse swatted away by a wild cat.

As the dust settled.

Janthea, still in shock, lifted her head, speechless.

Above the Extraordinary, a mythic being. Though she had known what it meant, experiencing such power up close made her realize how apt the saying of “one man can constitute an army” truly was.

And she finally felt it firsthand: the dark-haired boy had grown to a level she could only look up to over just two short years.

Only Nia could cheer from outside the broken wall, carelessly shouting, “As expected of my boyfriend! Go for it, smash that old Dung!”

Beneath the Divine Tree.

Bolstered by the power of the dark god, Valoran restructured himself, grotesque vines sprouting from the churning ground, and thick miasma swirling like a corrupt knight embracing its decay.

The ominous power made the Adventurers wary, causing them to hesitate in approaching.

Yet, the dark-haired boy leapt down from the Divine Tree, casually stepping towards Valoran.

He even had the leisure to comment, “Sequence 5, plus a Level 3 Fallen, places you at the level of a high priest in any Cult, no wonder Janthea faced a setback in your hands.”

“Hmph, I admit I may have underestimated you; I didn’t expect you to be hiding your strength so deeply…”

Valoran couldn’t comprehend why his opponent, clearly possessing more than average Sequence 5 power, would act so understated.

What baffled him even more was that such a strong individual, especially one so obsessed with power as an Adventurer, should be hard to conceal, yet he couldn’t uncover any details about his opponent!

Moreover…

The earlier might stirred Valoran’s long-dead heart into excitement.

Janthea had never faced such terrifying power in her life, but Valoran had.

Several hundred years ago, during the major invasion of the Demon Race, he had witnessed the tragic battlefield where heroes clashed with demigods, and Valoran once again felt that long-lost fear.

No, it’s impossible.

How could a high-tier Extraordinary Being not be a ruler of a faction? How could they be obscure and willingly resign themselves to being the Chief’s daughter’s bodyguard?!

Having lived for centuries, enhanced by the Mother Goddess’s blessings, he couldn’t breach that threshold, and a mere mortal could easily catch a glimpse of divine power?!

Valoran suppressed his unease and glared, “Rodrik, who on earth are you?!”

“Just an unremarkable Adventurer…” Noticing Nia cheering for him on top of the Divine Tree, Roy smirked and added, “Plus, Nia’s boyfriend, I guess.”

“Hmph, whatever!”

“No matter who you are, you’re still going to be a dead man!”

Valoran spread his arms, causing the ground to violently tremble, unleashing hundreds of massive vines that surged forth like a tide.

“Kid, don’t think that was my full power!”

“Did you think that was my full power?”

The decaying vines crashed down like a hammer, but Roy simply put his hands in his pockets, not bothering to lift a finger, an arc of sharpness slicing through the air to sever them.

Upon stepping into high-tier, all abilities of Blood Strike and Dragon King’s Blessing experienced a qualitative leap.

【Blood-Sword Forging】 could project thousands of blades in an instant; for Roy, it was just a single thought.

The icy glint of Dragon Tooth blades aligned in formation as a wall, spinning rapidly to become an insurmountable defense, while even more blades hovered in the air, all shooting out simultaneously in retaliation.

Offense and defense intertwined, with no chinks in the armor.

The incoming vines were turned into sludge between the sword barriers, while the Dragon Tooth sword rain swiftly suppressed the remaining twisting vines, making Valoran too intimidated to even raise his head.