I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 414

Chapter 121: The Kiss of the Mermaid

The end of the bloodline backlash from the Dark Sorceress leads to demonization.

It is said that during the First Era, when the Demon God fell, the terrifying power contained in its remains swept through the western lands of Veszyra like a plague. The races tainted by its power became twisted, murderous, hence collectively known as the Demon Race.

Strictly speaking, the human race and the Demon Race do not have conflicts of interest.

But just look at Diabolus; those guys, although intelligent, are morally degenerate, finding joy in harming other beings. They are simply not someone you can communicate with using common human sense.

When nations go to war, there are always victories and defeats, and when interests are insufficient to sustain warfare, there is room for negotiation and reconciliation.

But the Demon Race is different. The bloodline of the demon race breeds a dark, fallen nature. For them, torturing humans is a matter of course, an instinct ingrained in their very bones.

Consuming the flesh and blood of the demon race to become an extraordinary dark sorcerer ultimately leads to a day when one cannot withstand the backlash of the Demon Race’s bloodline and succumbs to demonization.

Roy never expected that just the second projection would witness Dorothy’s downfall.

However, just when Roy felt heavy-hearted and reluctant to watch the two clash, Leviathan suddenly leaned in.

The water formed chains, suspending the already demonized Dorothy in mid-air, rendering her frenzied struggles futile.

After much hesitation, Leviathan leaned forward and coldly spat, “Feel honored, you’re the only being who can make me do this.”

The next moment, the blue-haired mermaid princess, the supreme ruler of the sea clan, clumsily and dominantly sealed the dark-haired witch’s lips with a fragrant kiss.

Under the azure sky, in the gentle breeze, surrounded by coral, the kiss between the two girls resembled a fresh watercolor painting—vivid and enchanting, beautiful as a dream.

But just after a few seconds, the masterpiece began to take a turn.

Because Leviathan wasn’t satisfied with just a light kiss.

She dove deeper, going further.

Roy couldn’t understand it but was utterly shaken.

Wait, whether it was the last true ancestor or the current sea clan ruler, why do you all like to prey on mortals so much, being semi-divine and all?!

Is this something I should be watching?!

Dorothy gradually calmed down, her eyes no longer filled with murderous intent, even the dark aura around her began to fade.

The bloodline of the demon race was purified?!

What was happening before his eyes surpassed Roy’s understanding, leaving him in shock.

To be clear, even Holy Light couldn’t heal the bloodline within dark sorcerers. Could it be that Leviathan’s power surpasses that of the Goddess of Holy Light?

No, that’s not right.

If we’re talking about raw power, Holy Light is indeed more potent. But precisely because Holy Light is so powerful, it indiscriminately harms dark sorcerers.

Roy remembered that the flesh and blood of sorcerers were already closely related to the demon race, and Holy Light would only injure them.

Leviathan’s power, on the other hand, was gentler, purer, and operated more precisely, allowing for purification without harming Dorothy at all.

But soon, Roy noticed something was off.

Because his own bloodline resonated in response.

Every corner of his body seemed to bathe in the mermaid’s deep kiss, infused with a clear, immaculate power that soothed his restlessness and anxiety.

This feeling was hard to describe.

It was like soaring in the boundless depths of the ocean, bathing in the radiant hues of coral, feeling as if his soul was uplifted, breaking free from the shackles of the body, purifying all dirt and grime.

In one word, bliss.

Moments later, Dorothy’s eyes finally regained their clarity.

Seeing this, Leviathan licked her fragrant tongue, wiped her mouth, and released the watery chains.

“You’re alright now, so…!”

Who would have thought that the first thing Dorothy did upon regaining her senses was to leap forward and take charge, pinning the sea clan ruler down, her tail flapping wildly.

Roy could only helplessly facepalm and look away.

Clearly, this kiss had no impressive technique—it was just pure touching.

Once the embarrassing sounds finally faded, Roy turned back.

The two held hands, lying side by side on the ground, gazing up at the sky, both panting heavily with heaving chests.

“Sorry, for making you see such an embarrassing side of me,” Dorothy self-deprecated.

“Humph, it’s not the first time,” Leviathan replied weakly, but then said seriously, “But you can’t keep doing this.”

“My power can purify. But if you continue to elevate your bloodline, next time you’ll still face bloodline backlash. And I’m already… ” Leviathan’s voice trailed off, lost in the wind.

Roy had already guessed the answer.

It was evident from being trapped in this small space for so long that this sea clan ruler didn’t have much time left.

Very little historical record exists about the sea clan, only noting that they also disappeared during the First Era. Even if Leviathan had managed to survive, it was ultimately just the last fleeting glimpse of a mirror flower, water moon.

“Ugh, I don’t want to either. But alas, that’s just how it is,” Dorothy’s gaze dimmed.

In the broader context of the “Dark Magic Hunt,” failing to become stronger means even self-preservation becomes impossible. Dark sorcerers often have no choice.

At this moment, however, Dorothy suddenly sat up, her voice brightening: “But don’t worry.”

“There’s a new policy at the guild. As long as you participate in their tasks, hunting down demons and beasts, and make achievements, you can get acknowledged and won’t be hunted anymore!”

“I took on a big job, and once I complete it, I can finally clear all my past crimes.”

“When that time comes…”

Leviathan smiled warmly and said for her, “When that time comes, I will accompany you to see the outside world.”

Dorothy blinked in surprise, then returned a similarly warm smile, “Yeah, let’s leave it at that.”

“I’ll take you, the homebody, to explore the outside world!”

“… You seem to have a strange misunderstanding about me. I don’t hate going out; I simply can’t go out!”

In the midst of the two girls’ playful banter, the bubbles burst, the waves danced, and even the clear blue sky gradually faded.

Like a “Mirror Flower Water Moon,” a tiny scene in the long course of history ended up vanishing.

As Roy snapped back from the projection, she gazed into the void, feeling somewhat downcast.

That promise was ultimately unachievable.

Dorothy’s task, in essence, was a deception.

Back then, the Dark Sorcerer leader deceived dark sorcerers around the world, claiming to offer them redemption and forgiveness for their sins. In reality, it was a ploy to kneel before the guild for honor, tempting sorcerers into a large-scale siege.

This bloody history hasn’t been recorded in great detail. However, it’s said that the counterattack from dark magic severely wounded the guild at the time, leading to the demise of countless strong beings, marking a turning point for the sorcerers’ guild from prosperity to decline, eventually leading to the disappearance of the sorcerers’ guild in the Second Era.

The current sorcerers’ guild was established only in the Third Era, merely borrowing the same name, and was no longer the same organization as before.

Nevertheless, Roy didn’t dwell on her melancholy for too long.

Their story’s ending had been predetermined.

But she and Leanna were nowhere near their end.

Thinking of this, Roy looked up at the panel above her head.