I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 381

Chapter 87: The Shaken Awakening

There are three gates of hell on the path of the extraordinary.

The first is the consumption of a magic potion, marking the official activation of one’s bloodline. If the bloodline fails to activate, it’s a one-way ticket to disaster—your own body rebelling against you thanks to the dispersed power of the bloodline.

The second is the upgrade from Sequence 7 to Sequence 6, the transition to mid-tier.

Moving from low-tier to mid-tier is like the swift evolution of ordinary beings over hundreds of years packed into a fleeting moment, and the strain on the body is no joke.

Of course, for those with silver bloodlines, as long as they have extraordinary materials to assist, upgrading to mid-tier isn’t too tough—arguably the easiest of the three hellish gates.

But Leanna was different.

Even in a highly concentrated calming potion bath, her bloodline churned inside her like a rampaging beast, causing the young girl to emit pained moans.

Her once flawless skin began to seep dark and filthy blood, a gruesome sight.

The promotion of a black magician differs vastly from that of other extraordinary beings, even the seven-colored magicians.

Black magicians upgrade not only the rank of their bloodline but also elevate the bloodline itself.

Originally, the Black Magic: Serpent was merely a silver-level bloodline, but Leanna was striving for more than just Sequence 6; she aimed to ascend to a golden-level bloodline, to become a descendant of mythical beings.

The stronger the bloodline, the greater the risk of promotion, leading to severe backlash on both the body and mind, and for black magicians using demon race relics as materials, it’s even more perilous.

The power of the Hydra was simply beyond what any mortal could bear.

In just a matter of seconds, Leanna was already losing blood severely, chaos erupting as black scales began to manifest across her body, her purple eyes turning hollow and spilling forth blood.

The promotion process, at minimum, required several hours.

Outside the basement, just listening to the heart-wrenching screams made Kreya’s heart ache.

However, several expressionless female magicians stood firmly at the door, coldly warning her against any rash actions.

Minutes later, the screams from the basement suddenly ceased.

Kreya’s face turned pale: “She can’t hold on much longer, we need to rescue her…”

“Rescue her? Have you misunderstood something?”

One female magician spoke mercilessly: “Whether it’s you, her, or us, black magicians are nothing but tools for the master.”

“Failed tools hold no value—just throw them away.”

“If she can’t make it out alive, then she has no worth for existence.”

In the darkness that saw no light, Leanna had indeed stopped her heartbeat and breathing, lying in the pitch-black potion bath, her eyes devoid of life, lifelessly staring into the void.

Yet, in her hazy state, her thoughts wandered back to the past.

It was a long time ago, yet a nightmare that replayed every single night, and the origin of everything.

On a moonless night, cries echoed endlessly, her father’s cold corpse, her mother trembling in her embrace, and that figure in a tuxedo, smiling gently amidst a mountain of corpses and rivers of blood—the devil.

She should have died that night.

But her mother, at the brink of despair, used a teleportation spell to grant her a way out.

That night, she lost her father. Her mother fell under the devil’s control, and even the Cassandra Family that belonged to her, the purple magic faction that was rightfully hers, was ripped away.

No one knew what had happened that day except her.

Wanting revenge meant relying on herself.

To defeat the devil, she would have to become as monstrous as the devil himself, wielding even stronger power.

So she made her choice.

“I will give you strength, help you take revenge, but the path of the black magician must be walked alone.”

“Remember, hatred is your power.”

Even though she had never liked the head of the black magic, she didn’t deny one thing.

Hatred was indeed her power.

The girl in the darkness suddenly opened her eyes, her purple gaze igniting with a dark ferocity.

The shadow of the Hydra twisted into form, releasing a horrifying shriek that echoed like a primordial beast, announcing its awakening to the world with abandon.

Its terrifying momentum made the very foundation of the black magic faction tremble.

From Kreya and the others stationed outside to every corner of the black magic faction, even the old man underground felt a chill in his heart.

Everyone realized that for the first time since the decline of the black magic faction, an extraordinary being with a golden bloodline had finally emerged.

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“Hehe, you really didn’t disappoint me.” The old man gazed at the girl in a black dress, bowing respectfully, and couldn’t help but commend.

The girl had curly brown hair, fair skin, and appeared not too different from before.

However, the violent and fierce killing intent radiating from her was undeniable, and a thick darkness flashed in her purple eyes.

Leanna looked up at the old man, her voice hoarse yet filled with frost: “As per our agreement, I have become Sequence 6, but you still have one final promise left to fulfill.”

The hand of the black magic leader showed no anger, his slightly withered fingers snapping to send a confidential letter before Leanna.

“Feeling pleased? Your opportunity came even faster than expected.”

Leanna roughly scanned the letter, only to be shocked.

“The Cassandra Family of the purple magic faction colluding with a cult, the black magic faction temporarily acting on behalf of the purple magic faction to conduct an investigation?”

“Those cowards didn’t want to take the first shot themselves, so they pushed us to be the shield.” The head of black magic scoffed, even showing a hint of amusement, “After all these years, still a bunch of good-for-nothings.”

“But doesn’t this align perfectly with your intentions?”

“I promised to give you power and a chance to regain everything. Now you have power, and the opportunity has arrived.”

Just as the other had indicated.

Leanna had been waiting for this day for countless years.

Embarking on the extraordinary path, establishing power, garnering support—now becoming a golden-level Sequence 6, allowing the Black Magic: Serpent to fully evolve into Black Magic: Royal Serpent, as the top prodigy of the black magic faction, she had legitimate control over its powers.

She just needed one opportunity.

And this investigation of the purple magic faction was that opportunity.

Yet, when the moment arrived, joy eluded her.

All along, she had progressed through hatred, long since prepared for a potential death. But now, the first thought that crossed her mind wasn’t her malicious enemies who had robbed her of everything, it was the figure of the black-haired boy.

She had been prepared to die. Now, she found herself a bit at a loss.

If she died, would that guy be sad for her? The girl self-deprecatingly thought, burying that sentiment deep in her heart.

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Roy was feeling miserable.

On a peaceful afternoon, the young boy looked out at the bright scenery, his face clouded with melancholy.

It wasn’t aimed at anyone in particular, but rather due to a letter from the magician’s association.

The letter stated that internal disputes within the association were ongoing, and the previously promised visit to view the association’s treasures would be delayed once again.

He had lost count of how many times he had heard that “next time for sure.”