I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 213

Chapter 66: Quite a Lot

“Counterattack!”

After the initial panic, the Adventurers quickly steadied themselves under Reid’s leadership.

Faced with the encroaching horde of ghouls, the Adventurers split to the left and right, covering each other’s gaps as they swung their blades and cast spells.

The bloodthirsty ghouls, unfazed by blades and magic, pressed on, aiming to tear flesh and bones with their yellowed fangs, even as swords pierced through their bodies.

These low-level ghouls might not have the fighting power of Sequence 9, but they were vicious and overwhelming, attacking like a pack of rabid dogs—definitely a handful.

But not impossible to handle.

Reid wielded his spear with lightning speed, and as golden thunder erupted, he pierced the skull of a ghoul that lunged at him.

The name Lightning Spear was not just for show; with one spear in hand, Reid darted like a wheel of fire among his comrades, each jab resulting in a ghoul’s instant demise, relieving the Adventurers of much pressure.

With the monsters’ life force slipping through his fingers and the fetid blood spraying through the air, Reid felt exhilarated—slaughtering them was so satisfying!

However, he didn’t get lost in the thrill.

“Protect those two kids!”

What mattered most to Adventurers wasn’t bravery; it was the completion of the task. Reid, respecting the job and the coins it brought, didn’t forget to worry about Roy and Nia’s safety amidst the battle.

But then his teammate’s answer left him in shock.

“Boss! Those two dashed out!”

Reid froze for a second, almost getting bitten on the neck by a ghoul. He blocked the monster’s attack while cursing, “What the hell?! Why aren’t you watching them?!”

“Um, they don’t seem to need our help! Look over there!”

Turning to where his subordinate pointed, Reid’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Roy and Nia had somehow charged into the enemy ranks!

The green-haired girl was as light as a swallow, gracefully weaving through the grotesque ghouls without getting touched. Her twin daggers moved like a deadly wind, slicing through necks and piercing skulls, mixed with knee strikes, flying knives, and spinning kicks—precise and lethal.

Her mithril short swords, aptly named Wind Shadow, carried a sharp wind blade thanks to the enhancement of Wind Stealth, making them even lighter, used to their utmost potential by Nia.

On the other side, Roy was more straightforward.

The Black-Haired Boy held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. He slammed his shield into a ghoul with a clang, stunning it, before delivering a heavy stab right through its heart. The surrounding ghouls clawed and bit at him, but Roy stood like an immovable mountain, embodying literal steel and iron, causing many ghouls to break their teeth in frustration.

Roy repeated his simple yet crushing combination of shield and sword, an unstoppable force.

If Nia’s hunting was an artistic display, Roy was like a seasoned knight, focused on efficiency.

But what amazed Reid was not just their strength but their attitudes.

Adventurers often avoided taking students on tests because they would either charge in recklessly or hesitate at the sight of blood.

In plain terms, they lacked experience; even those at Sequence 8 or 7 would panic in real danger, making things worse.

Yet these two showed one was excited yet calm, and the other was steady but fearless—perfectly skilled!

Reid felt they looked like two seasoned veteran Adventurers!

No wonder; having the Forest Elf elite bloodline, Nia had treated being an Adventurer as a form of entertainment since she was little, happily hunting monsters for fun, perfectly playing to her bloodline’s strengths.

As for Roy, he had the Dodge Master proficiency, personal training under the Iron-Blooded Marquis Carl, and experience battling against the Evil Dragon Society. A handful of ghouls? Just a warm-up for him.

In just a short bout, bodies piled up around the two.

Thanks to their contributions, Reid’s anticipated tough battle nearly turned into a one-sided slaughter.

Roy pierced another water ghoul but accidentally applied too much force, snapping his sword.

Just as a ghoul claw came rushing from the side, Roy aimed to counter it with a punch, but suddenly, a flash of a green-patterned mithril short sword sliced through the ghoul’s skull.

Nia pointed to the corpse with a grin, “That’s number 28! You owe me one!”

Just as she finished speaking, Roy raised his hand and threw a flying shield that left Nia dumbfounded.

She’d seen people use shields like hammers, but never one treated as a ranged weapon!

The spinning shield cleanly decapitated a ghoul sneaking up, turning it into a headless corpse.

Roy tilted his chin upward, “That’s number 29; we’re even.”

Nia pouted, looking like a little squirrel.

“I could handle it myself!”

“I know, but I wanted to steal your kill!”

“Hey, you… Ah! I also have 29 now!” Amid their bickering, Nia casually slashed a ghoul’s throat.

With their competitive spirits ignited, Roy spotted a dead one and smashed its head, shouting, “I’m at 30!”

“Hey! That one was mine!”

“Blame yourself for not finishing it cleanly!”

Nia angrily stabbed a corpse on the ground, “Then this one’s mine!”

“Hey! That was already dead! No cheating!” Roy couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

Nia playfully stuck her tongue out, completely unyielding.

This scene left Reid—single for over thirty years—stunned.

Why was there suddenly a slice of romance on a battlefield meant to be gory and fierce?!

These two quarreling seemed surprisingly heartwarming—if it weren’t for the fact they were both covered in blood.

The ghouls were completely defeated.

After losing hundreds of their brethren, the ghouls slowly realized that there was something off about this pair.

They were consuming corpses to satisfy hunger, not for desecration, yet these two bipeds weren’t letting even their bodies go unscathed, laughing while annihilating them!

After shedding countless ghoul lives, fear overtook the remaining ghouls, who scattered in all directions.

After the battle, the Adventurers quickly cleared the battlefield, sitting down to heal their wounds while grumbling about having narrowly escaped with their lives.

But for Roy and Nia, the atmosphere was different.

“I clearly got more kills!”

“No way, those last few corpses don’t count, right?!”

The two excitedly debated their kill counts, like kids arguing over who scored the highest in a test, hinting they were even left wanting for more.

Unable to out-debate Roy, Nia looked at the nearby Sequence 8 Adventurer, with a hint of smug inquiry, “By the way, Mr. Reid, how many did you kill?”

Reid glanced at the two nearby mounds of corpses, then at his side where he and his teammates managed to take down a mere dozen ghouls, forcing a weak, awkward smile.

“Quite a lot.”