I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 610

Chapter 158: Welcome Back

“Score!”

High above in the night sky, Glanty, praising the swift escape of the undead dragon, took one last look at the fallen Black-Haired Boy in the distance, and finally burst into uncontrollable laughter.

The losses of the Necromancy faction, the humiliation endured all this time, the bitterness of falling into the enemy’s trap—everything had finally found release!

He had actually killed the False King’s blood!

Not only that, but the death of the False King’s blood caused chaos, giving him the chance to slip away.

Does this mean that the Grim Reaper was indeed favoring him?

Next, he just needed to escape, and later he could return to collect the False King’s blood’s corpse; he still had a chance to start over and revive the Necromancy faction on the Western continent!

As long as he kept moving forward, the road would naturally extend!

Just don’t stop… right?

The overwhelming silence made Glanty, as a necromancer, feel a shiver down his spine.

The wind had stopped.

The moonlight had vanished.

Replaced by a bone-chilling cold descending from above.

From above?

Glanty suddenly looked up, but it was too late.

A massive, unending glacier was crashing down from above, like a moon plummeting to the ground.

So focused on his escape, Glanty had completely forgotten that the Silver-Haired Girl had been tailing him on her silver wolf.

At this moment, after struggling fiercely with a group of girls, the high priest of the Necromancy faction was no longer capable of countering a full-on strike from Sequence 5.

“No!!!!!!”

The unwilling roar was cut short, drowned out by the earth-shattering crash, as Glanty’s figure was utterly crushed by the hundreds of tons of ice.

Only then did Xue Nuo lower her eyelids and slowly exhale a cold breath, steering her silver wolf to rush back.

Although a bit reluctant, she had to admit that with those girls around, Roy’s safety was not something she needed to worry about.

Making those who harmed Roy pay the price was her responsibility to fulfill.

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The golden fire flickered, and the crimson girl let out an unrefined burp in the dark world.

“I’m not being picky, but the taste of the lich is as awful as the ugly soles of Grandma Teresa’s shoes next door. While I appreciate your feeding, I hope you can find something tastier next time.”

Roy, who had just witnessed the crimson little girl devour the lich, wore a rather speechless expression.

“You can eat spirits?”

Phoenix sat cross-legged in his tomb, smugly declaring, “I’m an immortal bird.”

“Unlike most beings where the physical and spirit are tightly intertwined, our kind is essentially a spirit; the physical body is merely a temporary shell.”

“Powerful spirit beings can restore their strength by consuming weaker spirits, so it’s not really a special talent of mine; I’m just plain strong.”

Goodness, it always circles back to boasting, huh?

However, Phoenix’s state was indeed much better than other demigods, even able to directly communicate within his soul.

After all, Roy wasn’t so easy to ambush by the lich. The reason he didn’t avoid it was that he had heard Phoenix’s call and deliberately trapped the lich for dinner.

“Anyway, thanks for the hospitality. As repayment, let me help you fully repair your damaged soul.”

Awakened from his thoughts by Phoenix’s words, Roy couldn’t help but ask, “Is my soul severely damaged?”

“Severely… doesn’t even begin to cover it…” The crimson young girl instantly adopted a serious expression, warning, “You were playing with fire this time!”

“Haven’t you humans taught anything about souls?”

“The soul is far more delicate than the body. Once damaged, it can’t heal on its own.” The young girl narrowed her eyes, her tone heavy: “The [Phoenix Blade: Lihua] is no toy; any ordinary being touching it would have their soul burned to nothingness, unable to reincarnate.”

“If you hadn’t settled things quickly back then, even if your body was fine, your soul would have been drained and become a husk.”

Now, that’s a bit scary to hear.

But knowledge about souls wouldn’t be covered until the second year, how was he supposed to know all this?

Moreover, at that moment, he didn’t have a choice; even if he treasured his soul, without enough power to turn the situation around, death was still inevitable.

“But you can resolve it, right?” Roy confirmed.

“Of course.”

Phoenix snapped his fingers.

A golden flame ignited in the boy’s chest, this flame being pure soul power, not elemental fire.

In an instant, Roy felt significantly lighter, the dull sense of confusion that had lingered since his amnesia vanished away.

No more headaches, no more sore waist, and breathing…? It’s much smoother!

“As long as you don’t kill yourself, as long as I have enough power, I can always bring you back to normal.”

So it seemed he could use Phoenix’s power with peace of mind; he had an extra trump card now!

Also, he had something he could draw upon.

Blood, life, soul—how to put it? Let’s just hope he can live long. With that thought, Roy couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated.

Suddenly, Phoenix lifted his head, grinning, “Alright, you should head back now; otherwise, the little girls will start crying~”

The next moment, Roy opened his eyes.

What met his view was the golden silhouette, and in his ears, the muffled sobs echoed.

The little maid in front of him looked up, her clear, light blue eyes first widening slightly, then her previously tense expression suddenly relaxed, tears welling up.

“Master…?”

“I’m sorry, Alice didn’t notice…”

Halfway through, the girl was already sobbing uncontrollably.

“Don’t cry, I’m perfectly fine, right? How could your master be so weak as to be harmed by a mere lich?”

Roy intended to comfort her, but it turned out that saying anything only made the little maid exclaim as if her tail had been stepped on, “But Master is always covered in wounds!”

I’m utterly speechless!

After thinking for a long time and still not coming up with a good response, Roy could only give a wry smile and place his hand on the little maid’s head.

“Sorry for worrying you all this time.”

“All this time…”

Watching the boy’s black eyes regain their clarity, realizing he had recovered his memories, the little maid gradually stopped her tears.

Roy smiled gently, “I’m back.”

Her delicate brows twitched again, but this time, Alice didn’t cry anymore; she merely held back tears, returning the soft smile she had witnessed countless times in the boy’s memories: “Welcome back, Master.”

After months apart, the master and servant embraced each other, as if time had frozen—

“Waking up to hug my maid really means I’m not harmed at all.”

A wave of cheesy sentiment overwhelmed Roy, startling him into a pause.

Looking up, he found himself staring directly into the princess’s extremely resentful gaze.