I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 424

Chapter 131: The Sea Emperor’s Wish

Roy gazed into those trembling azure eyes and revealed Leviathan’s true feelings.

“Even knowing that Dorothy is a black magician, you still fell in love with her.”

“Even knowing that Dorothy is burdened by the bloodline of the Demon Race, you didn’t give up on her.”

“Even when you guessed that it was the salvation of a black magician, a lie, you still wanted to believe in her.”

“Because you don’t want to give up hope. Even if that hope is just a faint, elusive glimmer, you don’t want to sink into the darkness, wanting desperately to grasp that last hope and walk toward the best outcome.”

A pained expression crossed Leviathan’s face as she lowered her head and let out a self-mocking smile, “It’s kind of foolish, isn’t it?”

“Clearly a demigod who knows everything, yet still made the most foolish choice.”

Feeling a bit embarrassed to be seen through so thoroughly by a mere mortal, Leviathan was caught off guard by Roy’s next words.

“No, if it were me, I’d do the same.”

Roy couldn’t help but clench his fists.

This was a question with only two paths.

Either willingly sink down, accept the unfairness of fate, endure everything in pain and regret, trapped in a cage of fate’s thorns.

But Roy couldn’t do that.

As long as there was a glimmer of hope, it wasn’t time to give up.

If he were in Leviathan’s shoes, he would also pursue the elusive possibilities regardless of the odds.

Even if it meant being shattered to pieces, even if hope was bleak, and he was bloodied by the thorns of fate, it was still better than doing nothing.

“Fate is so unreasonable; what’s wrong with pursuing the best outcome? If being passive is smart, then I’d rather always be a fool.”

Leviathan paused, and after a long silence, spoke seriously, “Even if you borrowed my power, it’s just a glimmer of hope.”

“I’ll be straightforward: whether you can control that power depends not on me, but on you.”

“You won’t be the first False King to receive my power, but the gap between Sequence 7 and higher ranks is immense. Until now, no one among your predecessors has ever crossed such an insurmountable chasm.”

Roy fully understood the dangers of this battle.

Unlike the life-threatening “Blood Fire Dragon: Balagas,” which was born from borrowing the power of an evil god, he was about to engage in a true confrontation with the Demon of Flames, even if it was just a projection.

Yet, Roy smiled without hesitation, “I will struggle until the last moment.”

“Just like you did.”

“…Even after seeing my end, you can still say such things.” Leviathan gave a bitter smile, “You really are something else.”

“Come on, let me give you a glimmer of hope.”

With Leviathan’s guidance, Roy stepped into the aquamarine mausoleum.

At the end of the mausoleum was a scene bathed in aquamarine light, dreamlike like the ocean floor.

Surrounded by vibrant corals and dazzling pearls, a sword spear lay quietly in the center of the mausoleum.

The sword spear looked exquisite and light, with a broad and sharp blade like a flash of azure lightning, seeming capable of effortlessly tearing apart the ocean’s waves. The handle was intricately carved from coral and precious ocean jewels, intertwined with silver-blue fish bones, and capped with a huge aquamarine gemstone that radiated an ethereal glow.

Just witnessing it made Roy feel as if he stood before the ocean, where beneath the calm surface lurked a boundless, terrifying force capable of shaking the heavens.

Leviathan glanced at the sword spear with a hint of nostalgia.

“That is the Divine Spear: Azure Tide.”

“You must understand, this weapon is more like the manifestation of authority than just a weapon.”

“Authority?” Roy asked, a bit confused.

Leviathan nodded slightly, “That’s right.”

“The fangs of the blazing shark, the electric sack of the azure eel, the blood of the cosmic black whale, and, my rib… The merfolk are not inherently a powerful race, but I earned the recognition of all the sea tribes, which allowed me to take up this authority forged from the hard work of the sea people and ascend to the throne at the top of my race.”

“This is the hope you need.”

“But—”

Leviathan turned, her fish tail swaying as she faced Roy, her tone suddenly frostily cold, her expression as cruel as a queen interrogating him.

“But this power is ultimately not omnipotent. As you know, I failed and couldn’t dispel the darkness surrounding Dorothy.”

“Perhaps you will face the same fate as I, yet even so, are you willing to fall into darkness with her?”

This was the last trial from the Sea Emperor.

Roy didn’t flinch under her gaze but instead smiled lightly, “I won’t.”

“Won’t?” Leviathan frowned slightly.

Roy spoke firmly, “Until the last moment, the outcome is uncertain.”

“She shouldn’t fall into darkness; she deserves salvation.”

“I only want the best outcome.”

Upon hearing this, Leviathan turned her body, lowered her fish tail, but a bitter smile appeared.

“What a determined guy. It seems my test was unnecessary…”

As her words fell, Leviathan raised her head and sang solemnly, “I, Sea Emperor: Leviathan, hereby acknowledge you as the descendant of the former king, and according to the blood contract, I grant you true protection!”

Roy tightened his grip on the sword spear, feeling at that moment, the power of the seas converging like a torrent into his hands.

In the last moment before his consciousness faded, Roy turned back.

In an instant before Leviathan and Dorothy fell into darkness, a heartbroken tear was shed, unable to save her lover. Perhaps that was the source of merfolk tears.

But because of this, she overlooked one thing.

“Leviathan, actually in Dorothy’s final moments, it wasn’t darkness.”

“Huh?”

Roy revealed the truth he saw in the historical projection.

Even if it was just an illusion born from bloodline power, his own beautiful wishful thinking, he wanted to tell Leviathan.

“Dorothy was smiling in the end.”

“You’ve reached the best outcome you could achieve.”

The light surged.

In those final moments, he saw Leviathan’s tearful expression filled with relief.

“Thank you, Roy Ainbrad.”

“I sincerely wish that you can walk toward the best outcome.”

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Dark purple flames fell like heavenly punishment.

In the eyes of the Demon of Flames, his casual strike was indeed a king’s punishment toward any being below the high rank, able to decide their life or death with a single thought.

However, the magic flames that should have burned everything went out.

The faint aquamarine light dispelled all the magic flames, and behind that light stood the Black-Haired Boy, his eye transformed into a different colored blue pupil, quietly raising the azure sword spear, the blade’s tip aimed directly at the invincible demon king, sharp and glaring.

“Your flames are nothing more than this.”

The Demon of Flames stared wide-eyed in shock, completely forgetful of how to respond to the provocation.

Because he truly felt the vast, overwhelming divine power emanating from the boy’s body.