I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 68

Chapter 68: Late Night Talk with Father

Roy’s expression right now looked as bad as if he’d just taken a bite of hot dung.

How could he be peacefully sleeping one moment and suddenly be targeted by some ancient existence that nobody even knows how long it’s been around?!

This era should belong to humans; all those ancient monsters from the past should have been wiped out by now!

For the first time, Roy felt that the world was far from the safe haven he had imagined. Even though he had heard Carl talk about the Demon Race, magical beasts, and Cult, those threats felt as distant as childhood fairy tales.

After all, the older generation should have his back, right? Even the strongest Demon Race couldn’t possibly cross the Desperate Defense Line.

But those ancient beings were a different story.

Dragons, elves, titans, liches… among these legendary creatures, there were certainly terrifying entities that had once reached demigod status!

Being targeted by such things made Roy doubt if the older generation could actually save him.

By the way, wasn’t “Angel’s Dance” just a yuri galgame? Aren’t the fantasy elements just fluff? Why did the tone suddenly switch to something so terrifying?!

Roy couldn’t sit still; he couldn’t even sleep anymore.

With nothing better to do, he decided to check his panel.

In this life, without a smartphone, Roy just chose to mess around with the interface.

As he swiped, he finally realized something.

Even though he had inexplicably had a nightmare, the panel didn’t display any Fateful Nodes.

This meant there were two possibilities.

One, the nightmare posed no threat to him.


Two, the nightmare was threatening, but the time wasn’t right yet.

Looking back at the previous two Fateful Nodes, Roy had always unconsciously thought they referred to being a villain who had to face choices during the crises of the original story.

That understanding wasn’t wrong, but he now felt that Fateful Nodes weren’t just limited to that.

If a significant crisis truly came, the Fateful Nodes should also show up—

Roy wasn’t just guessing.

There was no way the Iron Blood would just dream about the old gods losing sanity; the reason he had nightmares must be related to that hidden Extraordinary Bloodline.

The panel could detect ???, but his sequence was too low, preventing him from gaining more information.

So, whether it was the nightmare or the crisis it foreshadowed, they should both be computed by the panel.

In summary, it wasn’t that the panel was underperforming; it was just that his sequence was low.

Since the panel wasn’t showing any Fateful Nodes right now, it meant he didn’t need to worry yet.

Panicking wouldn’t help.

In this day and age, whoever gets anxious first loses!

Just chill!

Roy lay back down in bed, trying to relax.

Then he got back up again.

Not because of his mindset, but due to his bladder.

Forget about ancient gods, Fateful Nodes, nothing was more urgent than this!

The bathroom was on the second floor, just a few steps from his room.

After taking care of his bladder issues, Roy was about to return to his room when he faintly heard a sigh.

Looking up, he noticed a glimmer of light seeping through the crack of the door at the corner, standing out sharply against the darkness.

That seemed to be his old dad’s room.

The second round of dinner for adults had long passed; why was his dad still awake at this hour?

…No way?

Roy’s first reaction was off the charts.

Damn it, has he been reading too many scripts?! How can he think about his dad and—

He quickly pinched himself to drive away the evil thoughts in his head.

But he was still quite curious.

So Roy quietly approached Carl’s room and perked up his ears.

After all, Carl was a high-level Extraordinary Being; just to be safe, Roy had also traded for an invisibility cloak from the shop.

Mist Cloak

Description: A cloak made from the feathers of the Mist Bird, once the coveted gear of high-tier assassins and hitmen in the Third Era. The Mist Bird is now extinct.

Effect: The user can conceal their presence and sound, the lower the sequence, the better the effect.

Price: 50 Favor Points

Getting closer, he could hear Carl’s deep voice along with Robert’s rough and hoarse tones.

Thank goodness, it wasn’t some cliché medieval cheater scenario.

Roy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding but then felt something was off.

At this hour, two adult men sharing a room was a bit iffy, right?!

Fortunately, their conversation was very serious.

“…Robert, if you truly disagree with the kids, I won’t force it. I just want to give Roy a blessing.”

Carl’s sincere words made Roy feel a bit moved.

So it turns out he supported him getting involved with Charlotte for more than one reason.

No matter what Carl was hiding, he was indeed considering Roy’s safety.

“Cut it out! I’m not that untrustworthy! Regardless of what happens between them, the Lionheart Kingdom will always back the Ainbrad family! That was my promise to Rowlin back in the day!”

Robert had a bit too much to drink, but his slurred speech still carried steadfast certainty.

“However, there are some things you ought to tell him. After all, he is Rowlin’s child.”

Rowlin?!

Roy’s heart jolted.

Rowlin was Carl’s deceased wife and also the mother of ‘Rogue Roy’. “Angel’s Dance” mentioned this name but had no significant scenes.

Could this person have some secret?

Extraordinary Bloodlines were inherited through blood relations; if Iron Blood was from Carl, then wouldn’t ??? come from Rowlin?

But strangely, Roy couldn’t remember Rowlin’s original surname at all.

In his memory, the only name Rowlin had was Rowlin Ainbrad after marrying into the Ainbrad family.

That didn’t sit right.

In today’s human world, almost all Extraordinary Beings relied on their families to continue their bloodlines, and the stronger the being, the more widely their surname would be passed down.

Even though the Eastern Continent’s extraordinary system borrowed from faith for cultivation, it was still fundamentally about blood power. Under the Holy Light Church, many families governed under the Holy Light still persisted.

Given ???’s level, its bloodline rank must be quite high, so why hadn’t Rowlin’s surname been passed down?

No, Rowlin shouldn’t be a weakling, but why was there no record of her in history?

Was someone deliberately hiding it? But why?

The more Roy thought about it, the less he understood.

Regardless, all of this was connected to Rowlin.

And Robert and Carl obviously knew something.

This made Roy increasingly attentive to Carl’s next words.

“I understand, I understand, but… it’s still not the right time; according to the ‘agreement’, it’s just not the time to tell him.” Carl spoke in a low tone, sighing repeatedly, seeming very conflicted.

Wait, what could be so hard to say?!

Roy nearly slipped and fell right there.

“Who?!”

Carl immediately looked up and pushed the door wide open.

But when he looked, there was nothing but emptiness, and no living presence around.

“…There are hidden sentinels near the royal gardens; it’s impossible for anyone to sneak in.” Robert, sitting in the chair, also frowned and sensed around, then burst into a laugh.

To him, Carl was just overthinking things.

Let’s call it deep contemplation for the good side and indulging for the bad side.

Especially regarding Roy, Carl was worried to the moon and back.

“That’s Rowlin’s child! He won’t be any less impressive in the future! What are you worried about?!” Robert changed the topic to reassure him.

Carl gazed at him seriously and cautiously asked, “Do you really think highly of him?”

“Hmph, I won’t mention things from before, but even now, I can’t find anything to complain about!” For Robert, that was quite a compliment.

Having just stepped into Sequence 9, he had already defeated someone at the same level, Rayan, and managed to hunt a Thunderlight Morel Rabbit alongside Charlotte with just the two of them—his extraordinary potential was clear as day.

As for character, Robert found it hard to point out any faults.

But Carl suddenly struck: “So you agree with him and Charlotte then?”

“Yeah… screw you! Are you going to keep this up or what?!”