I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 563

Chapter 110: Tiny

Looking at the girl with her head drooping, lying sideways in a twisted posture while sleeping, Roy couldn’t help but smile wryly.

Xue Nuo must be exhausted. She held on until now, and suddenly relaxing must have caused her to crash.

The delicate, pale feet in his arms were no longer cold. Knowing that Xue Nuo’s bloodline had fully returned to normal, Roy relaxed his grip, helped her onto the bed, and covered her with a blanket.

It was at that moment that the girl’s brows fluttered slightly, and she let out a faint murmur in her dreams.

“Don’t…”

“Don’t leave me…”

The daughter of the border duke, the Ice Rose of the Empire, a genius Extraordinary Being of Sequence 5, and his own direct mentor.

Yet, she was ultimately just a girl with a fateful struggle.

Xue Nuo’s life was all about loss—losing her parents, losing her home, and now, even Snow Wind Castle was gone.

To outsiders, she might seem like a rose untouchable from above, but in reality, she had just lost too much, becoming bewildered by the warmth between people.

It was precisely because of her profound loneliness that she cherished every little, ordinary companionship.

In her dreams, who was she pleading to?

Pleading for her parents? Pleading for friends? But her childhood had long been buried in the past, forever lost to the winds and snow.

But no matter who she was praying to, at least there was herself.

Just like during the life-and-death struggle in the canyon, Xue Nuo hadn’t abandoned herself, and now, he too should accompany her to the end.

Roy silently took her hand.

As if sensing something, her furrowed brows relaxed slightly, and the girl ceased her murmurs, left with only calm breaths.

However, to change the course of destiny, mere words wouldn’t suffice.

The border nobles were responding to Xue Nuo’s call; they wouldn’t fall short compared to the Demon Race in terms of ordinary troops.

But when it came to high-end combat power, that was a different story.

Both the Count and Xue Nuo weren’t weak, but the former had limited bloodline rank, and the ice-element Xue Nuo was at a disadvantage against the undead born to resist the cold.

He would likely have to face the Undead General Talon.

Just thinking about it made Roy feel a wave of depression.

Compared to the Cultists who borrowed the power of evil gods and quickly grew stronger, the battle-hardened Demon Race was more of a headache for him.

Even with the Blessing of the Sea Emperor and the Blood Furnace Demon Sword, Roy couldn’t say victory was assured; at best, he had a 50% chance.

Fifty percent was a gamble between life and death.

He didn’t want to break his promise to Xue Nuo, and he wasn’t done living yet; a 50% chance was downright reckless.

He needed more power!

Thanks to the Cultists surrounding him, the Iron Blood bloodline had significantly risen, but he still needed one more opportunity to reach Sequence 6.

The threshold between lower and middle levels would serve as the dividing line between the weak and the strong in Veszyra, and it wasn’t easy to cross.

Moreover, Roy suspected that even if he did promote to Sequence 6, he would lack a decisive advantage to defeat the Undead General.

In fact, in terms of ordinary skills, he wasn’t too far behind Sequence 5; he just couldn’t keep up in prolonged battles.

What truly troubled Roy was the Bloodline Awakening.

He needed a killer move to break the Bloodline Awakening; otherwise, even reaching Sequence 6 would just drag the battle against the Undead General on longer.

Of course, looking on the bright side, if he could gather enough allies in the chaos, defeating the Undead General wouldn’t be an issue.

But considering his notoriously bad luck—running into a Cultist massacre during a theatrical outing—Roy had grown accustomed to pondering things from the worst angle.

[Confirming the consumption of 1 Reversal Point, starting the projection of the Road to Kingship!]

[Phoenix Princess, legendary Phoenix, I hope you’ll give me some strength this time!]

Murmuring the name of the demigod, Roy calmed his mind and dived into the memories of the past.

The flames of memory flickered in the void.

The sparks of fire blazed brighter, ultimately transforming into an inferno sufficient to challenge the darkness.

The phoenix sang, igniting the flames of resistance against the Demon Race.

Under the leadership of the Sage, the human coalition formed by various factions showcased unprecedented unity, defeating the brutal and grotesque Demon Race, and eventually reclaimed a city.

The Lionheart Kingdom, Winter, Elves, Golden Sand, South Sea, Mages, Holy Light Church—people from different factions offered prayers on the ruins, commemorating the fallen, then raised their cups by the bonfire, celebrating the victory that belonged to humanity.

That golden era, shining like gold, was so dazzling that it left Roy momentarily stunned.

This was the dazzling “Heroic Era” mentioned in textbooks.

In the mid-Third Era, united humans finally sounded the horn of counterattack, beginning the reclaim of lost territories and turning the tides against the Demon Race.

The heroes of that era sparkled like stars in the night sky.

Leading the others forward, the six most brilliant figures were hailed as the “Six Heroes” who saved this era.

The Sword Saint of the Holy Light Church, the Holy Nun.

The Berserker of half-elf bloodline.

The Oath Knight of the Lionheart Kingdom, the Illusion Fox.

The monarch of Golden Sand Kingdom, the Golden King.

Heroes gathered, drinking and laughing—there was indeed a shimmer of starlit splendor.

Oddly enough, the Sage, Book, was not among them.

Roy moved forward through the scenes of memories and finally caught sight of a gray-robed mage in a shadowy ruin.

The mage was no longer young; his features were deeper, and a layer of stubble adorned his face. Compared to the brighter faces around him, he stood amongst the ruins, gazing into the distant, profound darkness.

From the looks, Book somewhat resembled Roy, but in terms of temperament, he was much further from that gentle and kind elderly man.

“Young man! Come on, come on, it’s time for barbecue! To be honest, you humans are really good at grilling meat…”

A red-haired girl holding a skewer sprinted over, her face beaming with satisfaction and joy.

Compared to the first projection, Phoenix had grown considerably; aside from still being flat-chested, her height had surged up, and her red hair flowed past her shoulders, clearly a vision of youthful exuberance.

Great, the headmaster didn’t fall into the realm of being a lolicon…

Roy sighed with relief, grateful for the sage’s maintained decency.

But was Phoenix really following Book around, mingling and eating with the human coalition?

He didn’t recall any historical records mentioning a cute red-haired girl beside the Sage.

Before he could ponder further, Phoenix had already approached Book, following his gaze with a puzzled look.

“Everyone’s celebrating! Why are you standing here all spaced out?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, just…”

Book sighed lightly.

“Just thinking… can we really keep winning?”

“What’s that about? Isn’t the recent situation going pretty well?”

Phoenix said while pointing at Book with a skewer, her words a little jumbled, “Wasn’t it you who came groveling, wanting to borrow my strength to save humanity? Now that things are looking up, why the gloom?”

Mentioning some dark history put Book in a tight spot, but he remained serious, “It’s just the present.”

“Exactly, we’ve started to counterattack and even defeated the Four Heavenly Kings. Everything is moving in a positive direction.”

“But I wasn’t high-tier then; I was too naïve.”

“The stronger I become, the more I realize, human beings, and life itself have limits. Sequence 1, that’s an existence that has completely transcended ordinary beings, half a step to becoming a god. Can we really win relying solely on ourselves?”

In the cold wind, the great mage appeared small and feeble.

Without a doubt, he was much stronger than he was in his youth. Yet now, he lacked the fearless brightness of his younger days, seeming somewhat insignificant.

Looking at the uneasy Book, Phoenix let out a gentle sigh.

Then she raised her beautiful leg and gave his backside a perfect spinning kick.