I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 717

Chapter 99: Don’t Skip the Plot!!!

【Detected high concentration of Angelic Sacred Blood. 【False King】 bloodline activated!】

【Fusion level deepening!】

【Bloodline Fusion Level: 36.81%】

In his dream, Roy was suddenly awakened by a floating panel.

Roy discovered that the False King was quite susceptible to the influence of Angelic bloodlines; even just past close physical contact could promote bloodline fusion.

Isn’t this way better than fighting?

The power of a Saint was indeed essential for the False King; otherwise, no matter how hard Rolyn worked back then, she wouldn’t have made it to Sequence 5, let alone the higher levels.

Looking at it this way, it seems he really had to rely more on a certain little Angel…

In the midst of his chaotic thoughts, his consciousness unknowingly sank deeper.

Memories transmitted from the False King bloodline didn’t surprise Roy too much.

Compared to last time, this time the images that surfaced were much clearer. He could even feel the gentle breeze, the fragrance of flowers, distant birds chirping, and the warm sunlight.

It was like he was personally following in the footsteps of the predecessors, experiencing a sealed past.

Under the mottled shadows, a black-haired girl was seated against a tree.

This was the first time Roy clearly saw Rolyn’s appearance.

Her inky black hair was styled in a chic side ponytail, and within her night-like eyes lay a hidden sharpness. Although her face remained youthful and beautiful, her demeanor carried an air of sophistication, with a hint of shadow at the corners of her eyes.

Rolyn’s mental state had been poor for a long time, so it was understandable.

It seemed Rolyn didn’t die at the church. At least, not last time.

But her aura was not as strong as it was during the confrontation with the church when she was bathed in Holy Light; instead, it had fallen back to mid-tier.

It looked like she had only stepped onto the threshold of high tier but hadn’t truly grasped the power.

There was a threshold in front, yet it remained out of reach.

From what Roy knew, many mid-tier Extraordinary Beings went through this process; the vast majority even couldn’t take that step their entire lives.

Above Extraordinary is the Divine.

Even a mere thread of divinity is a mystery that most living beings find hard to fathom.

And the person opposing her was quite interesting.

Golden hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her sky-clear light blue eyes shone brightly. Beneath her pristine Holy Robes, she floated barefoot in midair.

Despite her gentle expression, her appearance and demeanor didn’t quite match, yet she gave Roy a feeling of a larger Alice.

“False King blood, I am immensely grateful for your rescue. Perhaps you’re curious why I’ve fallen into such a state…”

Seeing Angelia about to ramble on, Rolyn quickly waved her hand.

“Stop, stop, stop!”

“I’m thankful you saved me, but that doesn’t mean I’ll take you in.”

Rolyn’s expression was serious: “For my party, I only want handsome guys; no matter how beautiful you are, you won’t pique my interest.”

“I’m not interested in historical truths or you, so best say something useful, okay?”

Roy couldn’t help but twitch his mouth.

Alright, alright, if she’s in the mood for a chat, it seems her mental state isn’t too shabby…

Angelia smiled kindly: “I understand your disappointment with the church, but you need me now.”

“To step into high tier, the power of a Saint is necessary for you.”

The black-haired girl leaned against the tree and raised an eyebrow: “Do tell.”

Angelia elegantly drifted to a slightly farther distance, spread her arms wide, and used Holy Light to paint a grand scene.

That was an era where dragons and phoenixes ruled the sky, the Blood Clan and elves dominated the forests, and Flame Lions and Ice Wolves stood atop the mountains.

The First Era, the age belonging to the gods and the children of gods.

“The history of False King blood traces back to the First Era, long before the current noble magic potions, mage potions, or even the Holy Light system appeared.”

“Making a pact with demigods, gaining the gods’ protection, and digesting divine power to step into the Extraordinary—this is the essence of the False King.”

“But this power is essentially a weakening of divine power. The blessings of the gods can allow mortals to become Extraordinary, but cannot elevate the Extraordinary to become gods. Therefore, even if you fuse your true and false bloodlines to the utmost, reaching the peak of the Extraordinary, you still won’t obtain divinity.”

Good student Roy listened attentively, solidifying his precious Extraordinary knowledge.

Rolyn, however, seemed somewhat impatient: “Can you say something I don’t know?”

“So how do I step into high tier?”

Angelia smiled sweetly: “Actually, it’s not much different than before.”

“Hey, are you kidding me? Back then, I could only ascend my bloodline through ancient demigod relics. But now…?!”

In the midst of their bickering, Rolyn suddenly froze, staring at the golden-haired saint.

And Roy, too, grasped the answer.

The False King elevates his bloodline by digesting divine power, but ordinary demigod’s divine power won’t cut it. Because even demigods can’t forcibly elevate the False King to the same level as themselves.

Unless, there’s a god stronger than a demigod?!

The Holy Light Goddess? This thing really exists and is way stronger than other demigods?!

But isn’t the church’s doctrine a bunch of lies?

Previously, in the Phoenix’s lair, they hadn’t found any recorded materials about the goddess at all!

The more Roy thought, the more confused he became. Just as he wanted the original Saint Lady to continue revealing answers, Rolyn quickly jumped to the next topic.

No, give me a break and pay attention to the plot, you idiot!

“I get the reasoning, so to step into high tier, I must find a medium from the goddess?”

Angelia shook her head: “The power that a medium can carry is limited; it’s best to have a vibrant, complete soul.”

“A fully awakened Saint bloodline, as an apostle of the goddess, would be the best medium. The divine power within far exceeds any Holy Light bloodline—that’s what you need.”

Rolyn’s eyes lit up: “Back when I was at the church, you made me briefly step into high tier.”

“And that was my limit.”

“This…”

Once again hitting a dead end, the black-haired girl couldn’t help but sigh.

But Roy’s eyes shone brightly.

Isn’t the Saint bloodline right next to him? And it’s the fated Saint, the purest Angel bloodline!

No wonder the False King would accelerate bloodline fusion due to the Angel.

Now he’s skipping years of effort for Rolyn to fuse her bloodline—it’s a direct level-up!

Now the only issue is how to break into high tier.

Having treasures but not knowing how to use them is just as hopeless.

And if mishandled, it could endanger Alice; the last steps must be clarified.

Do I need some kind of ritual, a specific item, or a special rule similar to bloodline elevation?

Roy perked up his ears, fearing he’d miss any detail.

Little did he know, Rolyn outright laid out: “So how does the False King depend on the Saint to breakthrough high tier… oh forget it, anyway, this generation’s Saint Lady is still far off; knowing it wouldn’t help.”

“Indeed, objectively speaking, you already lack the possibility of stepping into high tier.” Angelia nodded in agreement.

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Angelia smiled as she asked: “I’ve already proven my sincerity. Next, could I trouble you to hear my request?”

Wait a minute, hey!

Come on! They said not to skip the plot, how can such important matters be brushed past?! Even if a fellow villager tries to screw over another, it can’t be to this extreme! If I get killed by a Cultist in the future, it’ll all be your fault, idiot!!!

Seeing that the two really weren’t discussing False King blood anymore, Roy’s mindset collapsed, and he pouted.