I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 713

Chapter 95: Ordinary People

Simon walked slowly past Rayo, saying, “So I’m not partnering, just using them.”

Rayo’s eyebrows furrowed deeper.

A so-called Cult is like a parasite that relies on other forces to survive.

In the eyes of the powerful, these guys are the best pawns, the scapegoats.

However, for hundreds of years, he had seen countless people try to exploit the Cult, only to get bitten back.

“Cooperation is foolish, but manipulation is arrogance.”

“High-level Extraordinary Beings are like untamed beasts; once you release the reins, you might not be able to control them again. Moreover, Julius doesn’t care about human lives; the consequences may exceed your imagination.”

Simon paused and cast a glance back.

His usually warm gaze became deep and serious.

“Small kindnesses and virtue are just hypocrisy.”

“On the contrary, Sword Saint, if we can’t secure the Destined Saintess, the consequences will be unbearable.”

“Collateral damage and necessary sacrifices; I thought you understood these principles.”

The usually inarticulate Rayo fell silent for a moment.

“What about the False King’s blood?”

The depth of Simon’s eyes faded, and a peaceful smile returned to his face.

He looked puzzled, “The one who acted against the False King’s blood was the Necromancy Sect. What does that have to do with our Holy Light Church?”

“History has proven that forcing them into a corner never yields good results…”

“Sword Saint.” Simon interrupted.

“Alice, blinded by momentary joy, made a wrong choice. One day she will pay the price for it.”

“I hope you don’t make the same mistake.”

Rayo’s expression darkened as he lowered his gaze.

His once sharp eyes now looked murky and haggard.

The so-called Sword Saint was merely a mortal with weaknesses.

A hero who saved the world yet failed to save the ones he wanted to.

At that thought, for a moment, Simon even felt a bit of sympathy for the old man before him.

“Let’s change the topic.”

“What happened to our Sword Saint‘s direct disciple?”

“That kid is done for.” Rayo shook his head, emotions hidden beneath a calm façade.

“His sword heart is shattered, and he’ll never recover.”

Some people become more resilient in defeat, while others do not.

Raised in the glow of the Holy Light, undefeated at his level, and a candidate for the saint in the holy city, Levi developed an overwhelming pride.

Given time, he might even have had the chance to seal the saint with his sword, stepping into the realm beyond the Extraordinary.

Unfortunately, he ran into Roy.

A complete defeat, a merciless shattering; what cut deeper than the sword scars was the dignity trampled by Roy.

If he had just barely lost after a bloody battle, it might have been a decent test for Levi.

But in that battle, Roy clearly held back.

Levi’s temperament could never accept that reality; as if that wasn’t enough, Alice crushed his partner afterward, adding insult to injury.

Levi still kneels before the Holy Sword, trying to awaken the divine weapon, but in Rayo’s view, he was forever destined to be one with the sword.

“Sigh, what about Jay?”

“His soul is damaged and irreparable. At least not by the priests accompanying him.”

Soul attacks may seem powerful, but they carry significant risks. Recklessly clashing with a stronger soul inevitably leads to suffering.

In Rayo’s eyes, this guy was just riding on his mediocre soul tricks, too proud of himself, and got what he deserved.

Even Simon, upon hearing this bad news, couldn’t help but twitch his lips and let out a painful sigh, “Sigh, we’ve lost three talents just like that. This is really a heavy blow.”

Rayo was slightly startled, “Three? Could it be…?”

Simon smiled knowingly, “Did you really think I wouldn’t take any precautions and would just let Julius run free?”

Leaving the Sword Saint, Simon entered another secret chamber.

In the bathroom with a white base color, the Holy Light enveloped the air, and steam rose.

In the healing fountain exuding holy brilliance, the bare-bodied Child of Light was immersed within.

The high-concentration holy water, which they sold externally, was now lavishly poured out here.

Such a level of holy spring can raise the dead, heal flesh and soul alike; it’s almost equivalent to years of the church’s total production and worth more than any candidate for saint.

Even the Child of Light was unworthy of it.

However, this wasn’t being used to heal him.

The Child of Light was done for.

The blonde girl’s radiant wings had utterly shattered his faith.

In a sense, the impact he faced was even more painful than Levi’s. He had completely lost the meaning of living.

Of course, that was also due to the side effects of that ceremony.

“The Holy Light will protect me, the Holy Light will protect me, the Holy Light will protect me…”

With hollow eyes, the Child of Light kept murmuring the words that once filled him with faith but could no longer find his original belief.

Thinking about how he once basked in flowers and applause, revered by the world, then fell to such depths, Simon felt a tinge of sorrow.

“Sigh, it seems that even a genius like you can’t bear the side effects of the divine descent ceremony, not to mention the blow brought by the Destined Saintess.”

“Child, you need not worry. Make your final contribution to the Holy Light.”

Simon clapped his hands.

Several nude, pure-breathing white-robed nuns appeared in the bathroom.

They moved like puppets, shamelessly disrobing in a newborn state, stepping forward with mechanical steps into the holy spring.

These nuns, with thin holy blood and unable to become Extraordinary, were cultivated as sacrifices by the church, meant to transform into Holy Light and offer everything when the time came.

The fresh flesh and souls of the Extraordinary were always the best materials for the ritual.

They stepped into the holy spring, aligning their bodies as closely as possible with Sang.

Then, Simon activated the holy mark magic array, beginning to oversee this ritual.

Not with simplifying spells from earlier, but with the divine descent ceremony meant for high-level Extraordinary Beings.

The holy water began to boil, emitting astonishing extraordinary fluctuations; strands of light swirled around, wrapping Sang and the others within.

The girls kissed and touched Sang’s flesh, merging with him entirely at that moment.

Not metaphorically, but genuinely melding into a mass of flesh.

The murky blood slowly spread, staining the holy spring red in no time.

Simon shut his eyes, as if he couldn’t bear to watch.

Moments later, only Sang remained in the holy spring.

No.

At this moment, the Child of Light, whose soul was obliterated by overwhelming holy power, was nothing more than a shell of his former self.

Through the divine body’s flesh, reopened eyes filled with a faint golden hue; the soul in that shell was no longer Sang, but the sole ruler of the Holy Light Church.

Beneath that vast aura, Simon knelt down.

“Welcome, Your Majesty.”

That warm voice carried a strange camaraderie but also a heart-stopping sense of pressure.

“Simon.”

“I remember you never liked this ceremony.”

“As a candidate for saint, Sang’s mission is to contribute to the Holy Light. As for the nuns, they have been spared from hunger and cold since childhood and owe the church their tribute. Bathing in the Holy Light, they will feel no pain.”

Simon’s expression twisted slightly, “I know, I know, but…”

There are few truly pure villains or saints in the world.

But the hearts of ordinary people always tremble.