I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 423

Chapter 130: Their End

Time and space had frozen as well.

What followed was the past.

The past surged like a tide, bringing him back to the Second Era, to witness the tragic end of the mermaid and the sorceress.

It was the grim conclusion he had long anticipated.

This time, what greeted his eyes was no longer a dreamy illusion but a hellscape.

Beneath a sky shrouded in dark clouds was a lonely island.

On the island, corpses lay everywhere, blood flowed like rivers, with deformed dark sorcerers among magicians of various outfits.

At the very center of the sea of corpses and blood was a black-haired girl, her hair disheveled, breath foul, body covered in snake scales, having completely devolved into a demonic creature.

Roy had known from the very beginning.

At the culmination of the “Black Magic Hunt,” a powerful dark sorcerer uncovered the conspiracy of the magicians but was severely struck down, losing all hope and becoming fully demonic, ultimately surrounded and killed by the magicians of that time.

That was Dorothy’s fate.

What he hadn’t expected was that the figure standing in front of him would be this.

“Demonization, has it really come to this…”

The bare-footed Leviathan slowly descended from the air, her flawless visage now stained with pity and reluctance.

The surviving magicians gazed up at the sea-blue girl in the sky, exclaiming miracles resurfaced, bowing their heads pleading for her aid.

But Leviathan looked down on them disdainfully.

Those guys were the culprits behind Leanna’s fall into the Demon Race. So she wouldn’t step in to save them.

Those guys were also Leanna’s kin, the existence she dreamed of becoming. That’s why she wouldn’t deliberately slaughter them.

Leviathan simply didn’t care.

“They say sorceresses excel at using lies to deceive hearts, yet you fell for it, didn’t you?”

“Believing in such pure good, unrealistic lies, what were you thinking…” Leviathan sighed, full of grievances.

However, Dorothy had already become extremely demonized, unable to recognize her own existence.

What responded to Leviathan was the thousands of pitch-black snake shadows.

Leviathan’s legs transformed into a tail, sweeping across the sea, making it roar, opposing the descending snake swarm like a dark cloud.

Heaven knows how many years had passed since the second projection.

Dorothy had become far stronger.

Yet Leviathan had weakened.

The demonized Dorothy was relentless in wanting to kill her opponent.

The land had diminished Leviathan’s power as a sea creature, and she was already visibly injured, unwilling to truly harm Dorothy, thus falling at a disadvantage.

Mad Dorothy gradually covered herself in snake scales, her form twisting away as endless demonic energy surged, ultimately transforming into a colossal black serpent that could swallow the sky.

Leviathan’s gaze turned cold, revealing her true form, morphing into a gigantic sea dragon shimmering with silver-blue scales, fantastical yet stained with dark, foul blood in many places.

The mere intersection of the two created tsunamis, shaking the earth, lightning flashing, and storms raging.

The battle of high-tier extraordinary beings was like a natural disaster, heart-stopping.

The surviving magicians were caught in the turmoil, wailing in agony, struggling for survival, yet they were crushed beneath the residual forces, akin to ants intruding in a colossal beast brawl.

Even so, Leviathan was still no match for Dorothy.

She was just too weak.

The wounds from the First Era had yet to heal, and Leviathan was already nearing the end of her life. Forget purifying Dorothy’s bloodline as before; even defeating her was an impossibility.

Before long, the pitch-black巨蛇 tightly coiled around the sea dragon’s body, dragging it down to the ground, slowly devouring Leviathan.

The heart-wrenching screams echoed in the air, like the mournful patter of rain.

But at this desperate moment, Leviathan smiled.

The next moment, towering tsunamis surged forth.

Ultimately, Leviathan was a demigod who commanded the power of the ocean.

Before the endless demons forming a cage, the entire lonely island was like a leaf in a storm, utterly insignificant.

The giant serpent hurriedly released its grip on Leviathan, trying to flee. But this time, it was Leviathan who clung onto it tightly, trapping it in place.

In the furious struggle, both returned to human form.

Leviathan pressed down hard on Dorothy, offering a sorrowful smile.

“Sorry, I can’t save you now.”

“But I will never abandon you.”

“If only I had gone out with you back then…”

In response to her sigh, Dorothy continued to scream with murderous intent.

“But no matter what happens, no matter how much time passes, I will always be by your side. Even if we fall into the abyss, you will never be alone.”

“I am the Lord of the Seas, the King of Storms, the Queen of the Ocean.”

“I, Queen Leviathan of the Sea, shall forge a blood contract with you, the mortal Dorothy, here and now!”

“You will be protected for eternity by the blessings and power of my kind, forever bearing my grace.”

“This is the only thing I can do for you.”

“Sleep now, Dorothy.”

And then, endless giant waves crashed down.

Leviathan bent down, giving the demonized girl her final kiss.

Though she had long since lost her purifying power, the once crazed Dorothy quieted at that moment.

From Leviathan’s eye, a single pure droplet fell.

The sorcerers who committed unspeakable sins, the wronged dark sorcerers, were all buried with the entire island, forever submerged in the depths of the sea.

Roy had guessed that Dorothy’s ending wouldn’t be pretty but hadn’t expected Leviathan to be like this.

From Dorothy’s perspective, having companionship might be the only glimmer of light in the dark tragedy.

Yet from Leviathan’s viewpoint, it was sheer darkness.

The sea creature’s demigoddess must have long known Dorothy’s fate but felt powerless to stop it, only able to bear witness to it all unfolding.

And Leanna, just like Dorothy, bore the bloodline of the Demon Race.

What surrounded them was nothing but darkness.

Thinking of this made Roy’s heart sink like a gloomy sky.

The sorceress unable to find redemption fell into eternal sleep during the last kiss of the mermaid princess.

The thundering waves resounded, a series of sorrowful raindrops falling.

Uncertain how long it had been, time returned to silence.

In a fleeting moment, like a broken bubble, Roy found himself back at the tomb of the kings.

The robed old man and the crimson vampire lady stood on either side, quietly seated by their respective tombs.

Behind them lay the long-sleeping ruler of the sea.

Leviathan arched her fish tail, sitting as if suspended in mid-air, casting a faint glance.

That hollow gaze seemed to look at Roy yet also stared into the void.

“Do you think I made the right choice?”

Roy slowly exhaled a breath of murky air, managing a faint smile: “I think you made the right choice.”

Leviathan coldly replied, “Perhaps I should have made her give up on escaping the bloodline of the Demon Race, or maybe I shouldn’t have encountered her at all.”

“In the end, everything is just Mirror Flower Water Moon, a concocted mirage, and I achieved nothing…”

“But you still did something.”

The mermaid princess was momentarily stunned, raising her head to see the young boy’s figure reflected in her water-blue eyes for the first time.