I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 418

Chapter 125: The Fear of Demons

In the auditorium, familiar sights slowly awakened Leanna’s long-forgotten memories.

As a child, she often sat in the front row with her mother, watching her father’s speeches. Back then, her mother always wore a bright smile, her eyes sparkling with light.

And there were those faces, some clear, some familiar, of elders and friends who always surrounded her, casting gentle glances like the warm sun on an autumn afternoon.

But it was just a fleeting moment.

Leanna quickly realized that in the center of the auditorium, her mother was bound by dark chains, suspended in mid-air.

The gentle face from her memories was long gone, her once beautiful purple hair now a tangled mess, her gaze hollow and vacant.

For many years, Leanna had grown used to being alone,

But that was merely her illusion of having adjusted.

Seeing her mother again, memories flooded back like a tide, and tears welled up in Leanna’s eyes, but she held back the impulse and rushed forward, commanding the Hydra to bite through the bindings, catching her mother as she fell from the air.

Finally, that vacant gaze reflected her presence.

“Le…anna…”

Leanna opened her mouth but was overwhelmed by the anguish, unable to speak, only managing to force out a bitter smile.

But it felt more like joy.

For over a decade, she had subconsciously given up hope, thinking she would eventually die alone on the path of being extraordinary.

But now, the mother and daughter were at least reunited.

At the end of the dark road, a faint glimmer of light finally appeared—

“Mom, I’m here to save…….!”

However, before she could finish, Lisana suddenly lunged forward, gripping her pale neck tightly, like a crazed beast.

“Die!!!”

The Hydra, as a summoned creature, instinctively wanted to protect its master and bared its fangs, but Leanna forcibly dismissed it.

Leanna tightened her grip on her mother’s arm, staring at that face that should have been warm and familiar but now seemed cold and strange, as darkness began to seep into her eyes.

No matter how much she struggled, Lisana showed no signs of stopping.

But ultimately, Leanna did not retaliate. Until her hand fell weakly, her legs stopped struggling, and her once-bright purple eyes sank into emptiness—

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Diabolus covered the wound on his face, his expression darkening.

The flames from the fire dragon couldn’t break through the magic fire, and the injury from the opponent’s blood should have been limited, or so he thought.

It was merely a shallow cut; even with a dragon’s fangs, it should only leave a faint blood mark.

Yet now, the wound had corroded deep into the muscle, causing unbearable pain.

No, this guy should have been dead by now!

Diabolus couldn’t help but ask, “What exactly are you?”

Roy shrugged, “Just a human.”

“That’s nonsense! With injuries like that from the last battle, even a giant dragon wouldn’t survive!”

Roy’s demeanor left Diabolus puzzled.

Diabolus, who had navigated the realms of humans and demons, understood that any extraordinary being had corresponding weaknesses.

Whether human, demon, or even those cultists, none could escape this ironclad rule.

Specializing in close combat made ranged attacks a weakness. Specialized in ranged combat made close combat an Achilles’ heel. If one covered both, then neither stood out, resulting in total mediocrity.

Yet Roy severely broke that perception.

Creatures with regenerative abilities often lacked strong physical prowess. Those specializing in elemental attacks usually didn’t have physical means.

But Roy was clearly an extraordinary melee fighter yet could manipulate dragon flames; his very blood seemed to possess some magic. Of course, none of this could bridge the gap caused by their bloodlines.

However, the fact that he had dragon-scale armor and seemed to have astonishing vitality indicated a sort of regenerative ability, or else he wouldn’t have had healing capabilities. That previous strike even had a purification effect akin to Holy Light.

Healing and purification—it was almost like…

Holy Light?!

Confusion bred uncertainty, and uncertainty bred fear.

With a bloodline level higher than Diabolus’s, he momentarily felt wary. Yet Roy charged ahead.

“What’s wrong? Are you scared?”

“What?”

“A dignified Sequence 5, intimidated by a low-tier extraordinary being…” Roy smirked, sneering, “Seems the demon race isn’t all that impressive.”

“A shallow provocation.” Diabolus coldly snorted, but then revealed his fangs: “You will pay for your arrogance!”

“Perhaps your bloodline harbors some unknown feature, but in the end, you’re just a mere… mortal who hasn’t even stepped into mid-tier!”

The moment those words fell, Diabolus attacked again, his claws crossing and unleashing a furious dark wind.

As Roy anticipated, he aimed to leverage the advantage of his bloodline level to determine the outcome through power and speed.

Exactly what he wanted.

The weapon in Roy’s hand was not a true dragon’s fang but a projection birthed from concentrated extraordinary power, containing the force of Purification.

Previously, Roy had been unable to fend off attacks effectively due to the significant disparity in bloodlines and a lack of solid offensive means.

But now things were different.

Just as the claws were about to reach him, Roy shifted his feet, executing a fluid motion to evade the deadly claws from a sharp angle, striking back with his sword.

Diabolus easily blocked this strike, but as he launched a flurry of claws, each time he was about to make contact, Roy deftly avoided him.

Like the moon in water, or flowers in a mirror, elusive and difficult to grasp.

He couldn’t even see Roy’s footwork!

“Could it be… an illusion…!”

In that moment of distraction, Diabolus found himself caught off guard and was struck by Roy’s swift sword.

Claws and sword clashed, both striking their opponent.

A blood mark carved through, eliciting a pained roar from the great demon.

Dragon scales shattered, and Roy was sent flying from a powerful blow, crashing onto the ruins.

Yet, when they faced off again, Roy sprang up as if unharmed, while Diabolus clutched his wound, his expression twisted in rage.

“There’s another layer of defense beneath the dragon scales?!”

“Don’t be nervous; if you try hard enough, you might break through.”

Diabolus had never dealt with such a troublesome foe.

Slippery as an eel, he could hit but could barely damage, and if he let down his guard, he faced painful retaliation like a porcupine. Most importantly, Diabolus suspected his opponent had a healing ability, yet he couldn’t even push him to that point.

As Diabolus hesitated, Roy launched another attack.

No doubt, the difference in bloodline level brought disparities in power and speed, with a chasm between Sequence 7 and Sequence 5.

However, Roy’s capabilities were more versatile.

The ever-changing steps of the merfolk combined with the power of Purification, the dragon’s scales and tough physique, along with the safety net of the blood clan’s self-healing ability, gave him the means to contend with the great demon.

Even if he couldn’t inflict a heavy blow on Diabolus, it didn’t matter; as long as he kept entangling him, it would be like cutting meat with a dull knife, slowly bleeding him out!

Roy raised his sword again, his fierce slash charging forward, unleashing a sharp sword light.

But this time, Diabolus suddenly spread his wings, leaping into the air, evading that dazzling sword light.