I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 366

Chapter 72: The Inept Fury of the Necromancer

“Don’t push your luck, mortal!”

On the second floor of the underground auction house, in a parlor.

A young man clad in a gray robe, thin as a skeleton, slammed the table and shouted angrily.

Across from him, a squinty-eyed young man in a purple robe leisurely sipped his red wine, crossing his legs in a relaxed manner.

Behind each of them, gray-robed cultists and purple-robed mages raised their staffs, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.

“You promised to trade twenty withered bone flowers, which are worth as much as an A-rank extraordinary item! How dare you go back on your word!”

“Do you take us for fools? The Hydra is one of the few magical beasts still with the blood of a mythic creature!” The purple-robed mage smiled wickedly, his malice almost visible: “Many people would pay handsomely for anything related to a mythic creature.”

“Why should I trade fairly based on market price when there are so many wealthy folks willing to throw money at this?”

Such blunt ridicule turned the young cultist’s face a dark shade of green with rage. “You…!”

Ever since gaining the favor of death and joining the Necromancy faction, Ivan hadn’t felt this humiliated in a long time.

Usually, he would just throw down whoever annoyed him, operating outside the bounds of civil law, but now, dealing with mages was like being a country bumpkin arriving in the city, easily falling into their traps.

If he could, he’d love to unleash his fury and turn this shameless mage’s face into a skull.

But he couldn’t.

“Very well, it seems you haven’t forgotten who you’ve relied on to remain safe in the Academy City.” The purple-robed mage smiled nonchalantly.

Rocks was bold enough not to regard necromancers because of his own rank 7 power. Most cultists could hide in the Academy City thanks to the covert help from an important figure in the purple magic faction.

If he wished, he could easily expose the Necromancy faction, leaving these dirty cultists vulnerable to the Church and various nations’ pursuit.

Called a faith in death, but in the end, aren’t they just mortal beings afraid of dying?

With that thought, Rocks felt a bit more contempt.

But Ivan wasn’t ready to give up.

“My teacher was killed by the Red Magic faction while trying to divert attention from the Academy’s oversight for you. How do you plan to repay that favor?”

“You’ve got some nerve! He was caught due to his own blunder and nearly exposed our existence. You should be thankful we didn’t cause trouble for you!”

Rocks took a sip of wine, tilted his head, and said lazily, “So let’s keep things clear. If you want the venom pouch, you’d better participate in the auction honestly, or we’re done talking.”

“Shameless!” The young man exploded with anger, suddenly standing up, his aura surging, making the space around them turn ghostly pale.

Rocks’s expression changed slightly, but he sneered, “Dare to lay a finger on me, and not only will you never get that venom pouch, but you and your bony lot will never step foot in Academy City again!”

The two faced off for a long while, both locked in a stalemate.

Until the door was suddenly pushed open.

“My lord, there’s a disturbance downstairs…”

A servant entered but was paralyzed with fear by the chilling aura enveloping the room.

“Did I come at a bad time…?”

“No, just in time. We’re finished here,” Rocks said as he stood up and adjusted his collar. “If you don’t mind, I’ll take my leave first.”

Without regard for Ivan’s reaction, he left straight away, surrounded by mages, feeling quite pleased with himself.

They say cultists are unpredictable and fear nothing; it seems they are just exaggerated rumors.

Little did he know, those gray eyes locked on him flashed with a hint of murderous intent.

“Hmph, after all, you are nothing but a dirty mortal forged from flesh and blood, greedy and untrustworthy!”

“Just wait; you’ll soon pay the price for your rudeness!”

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Roy began to understand why Leanna had frowned earlier.

Hex, the wannabe justice warrior and busybody adventurer, truly was a nuisance.

But the more troublesome it got, the more he couldn’t show weakness.

“I’ll give you a heads-up, kid; some things are better left unknown.”

Roy usually wouldn’t be so arrogant, but now he was a powerful Sword Demon—he couldn’t let anyone provoke him like this!

And he had been wanting to say something similar for a long time!

Once these words left his mouth, Hex’s face lit up with eagerness, his stance relaxed, yet the tension was still there, ready to strike at any moment.

Roy stepped forward to face him directly.

Everyone’s nerves tightened to their breaking point.

The showdown between A-rank adventurers could turn the entire auction house upside down.

But just then, an overwhelming pressure surged from the other side.

Along with it came dozens of mages in robes.

“If you all have some personal grievances, feel free to resolve them outside; let’s not disturb the enjoyment of our esteemed guests here,” the purple-robed mage ambled over, suddenly snapping his eyes open, and a purple, sinister wind howled behind him.

“I don’t care what grudges you have; don’t forget whose turf this is.”

At that moment, the fighter Hex dropped his aggressive pose and put on a wide grin, while the trickster Heras’s expression soured, and even Leanna furrowed her brows in silence.

The other guests, however, breathed a sigh of relief.

Rocks himself was a rank 7 mage, supported by twenty rank 9 mages, giving them a presence equivalent to a rank 6!

There’s only a rank difference between 6 and 7, but it marks a sharp divide between low and mid-tier, a chasm most extraordinary beings cannot cross.

Other scattered rank 9 mages may not intimidate the rank 7 in attendance, but don’t underestimate low-tier mages—they can often achieve a combined strength greater than the sum of their parts, something that sets them apart from any other class of extraordinary beings.

“Lord Rocks, you’re joking! I was just chatting with my peers, nothing more,” Hex scratched his head and retreated to the side of the South Sea Prince.

Heras also pulled back into the crowd, unwilling to engage too deeply with Rocks.

Rocks scanned the room, noticing several rank 7 powerhouses were now retreating, and he nodded in satisfaction, his vanity greatly appeased.

Cultists, fugitives, adventurers—they were all just fools with bravado. Compared to himself, who backed a major faction, they were nothing!

Only that Sword Demon, cloaked in black fog, remained standing, showing no obvious signs of retreat, irritating him slightly.

Not being able to probe the other’s bloodline level, Rocks soon lost interest.

Forget it; if they’re too scared to show their true face and have taken measures to conceal their aura, their power and background probably aren’t worth noting anyway.

Meanwhile, Leanna returned to Roy’s side, a troubled expression on her face. “Adventurers, fugitives, and even a direct representative from the Purple Magic faction—didn’t expect so many troublesome fellows to show up.”

“But they’re not really a problem.” Roy sighed lightly, scanning the surroundings without pausing on any of the three for even a second.

“You didn’t invite me here just to deal with these minor characters, did you?”

With this remark, Leanna’s smile faded into a serious face as she confirmed, “Exactly.”

“The real trouble lies with the Necromancy faction.”