I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 723

Chapter 105: Help Me! Dean-sama!

The Young Boy plummeted downward.

When he finally landed and managed to stand up, he realized everything around him had changed.

No blue skies or white clouds, no warm sunlight, and definitely no iconic white buildings of White Harbor.

In the cold, dark fog, the scent of death permeated the air.

All he could see were bones.

An endless expanse of bone plains, constructed from the remnants of various creatures.

Among them were slender elves, towering giants, and even dragons that emitted a faint pressure even in skeletal form.

But what stood out the most were the bones of Roy’s kind.

Countless human bones.

At the center of the plains, a throne made of half-kneeling giant bones housed a sleeping black king, who slowly opened his eyes.

In those empty eyes burned a ghostly blue flame.

It was a skeleton mage towering three meters high.

The chilling white fog was piercingly cold, rising and swirling with his sighs, forming his robe.

Even without prior information about the other party, Roy instinctively knew of their existence.

The primordial undead, the eternal silent lord, who crossed the utmost limits of death, bringing deathly silence to the world—a deity worshipped by the Necromancer Sect.

The White Death God.

The sense of oppression was beyond anything that could just be described as coercion.

Staring at him felt like staring at death itself.

There was no way to win, not even with the Blade of the First King.

The opponent before him surpassed the Blood-Red Fire Dragon, exceeded the spawn of the Evil God, eclipsed the shadow of the Demon King, and was a true demigod!

That skeleton Julius pulled out could actually connect to the divine realm’s demigod heritage?!

Cold sweat drenched Roy’s collar, and the frigid air made it nearly impossible for him to breathe.

He gave up on drawing his sword, standing frozen like a sheep awaiting slaughter.

For the Death God, this was hardly surprising.

A mere mid-tier could easily be crushed like insignificant ants.

Whether bravely resisting or surrendering, he couldn’t pique Its interest.

The only thing that might catch Its attention was the bloodline of the False King itself.

“Finally!”

“For thousands of years, I finally have a decent offering!”

“Mortal, I’m feeling generous. I’ll grant you a painless death to welcome my return!”

The Death God snapped its fingers, targeting the tiny Young Boy on the bone plains.

But in that instant, Roy suddenly looked up.

While he didn’t represent a threat, it didn’t mean he was cornered.

In these times, having a background mattered. Those Cultists had their background; did he not have one?

“Help me, Dean-sama!”

As the swirling fog charged toward him, Roy shouted, and red flames erupted, surging forward.

The flames exploded, and the cry of a phoenix echoed.

A gray-robed Old Man holding a staff materialized amidst the blazing crimson flames, wearing a composed smile, blocking Roy’s path.

“Is it finally time for this old man to make an entrance?”

“Don’t worry, young man. In this continent, even among high tiers, there are but a few who can rival me…”

As he got a clear view of the enemy, the Sage’s smile slightly froze, the air fell quiet, even the dramatic crimson flames halted.

Meanwhile, in the Dean’s office, the Sage himself spat out his tea in disbelief.

What is going on?

Why did it have to be such a heavyweight right away?!

Baker was not exaggerating.

Even among high tiers, his strength had long surpassed former colleagues, putting forth a challenge that no rising stars could hope to match.

Aside from the Pope of the Holy Light Church, he was the strongest among humans, the closest being to a deity.

Below demigods, there were hardly any rivals.

Yet the being before him was a living, breathing demigod!

Feeling the overwhelming aura, even the Death God couldn’t hold itself together.

There had indeed been tricky offerings before—like Extraordinary Beings of the Holy Light, golden-blooded lineages, or the blood of the False King.

If it could devour them, it would regain substantial power, but a misstep could lead to being repelled by their strength.

However, what was going on now?

This was no mere tasting; this offering was ready to throw a punch at him!

One drop of False King blood was one thing; his own servant had somehow managed to bring a high-tier as a sacrifice—was the Death God to praise them for their excellence or curse them for being foolish?

But it was too late; the Death God couldn’t let the offering slip away.

“Mortal, welcome the silence!”

The thick fog surged, and thousands of bones awoke, answering the Death God’s command like an unstoppable long night.

Baker raised his magical array high, intricately woven to form a blazing phoenix nest, igniting the skies, creating a safe haven under the Death God’s domain, keeping the endless undead at bay.

“What on earth did you do to get trapped in the Death God’s realm?!”

“No time to explain, Dean-sama! Quickly use your invincible extraordinary magic to think of something!”

How the hell am I supposed to do that?!

Baker was about to blow a gasket.

The Death God was not in good shape; otherwise, it wouldn’t have cocooned itself in this alternate space for thousands of years, unable to descend to the mortal realm.

Had he actually faced it directly, Baker might have found a way to match its power.

However, the one descending here was merely a projection of Baker.

Ordinary projections had no more than 10 to 12 percent of the original’s power.

Despite the boost from the Phoenix, making Baker’s projection notably stronger, it still fell far short of the Death God.

And in the clash between the two high tiers…

“Go for it, Dean-sama! You can do it!”

Roy had a clear self-awareness.

Even using the Blade of the First King wouldn’t change the situation; it was better to offer some mental support to enhance their momentum…

Regretfully, motivation didn’t amount to much.

After just a few exchanges, the Sage was completely suppressed, and the fiery phoenix nest he created gradually became ethereal, appearing as though it would vanish at any moment.

What the hell is this old man doing?!

Seeing Baker utterly helpless, Roy started to panic.

How unfortunate; with the Sage’s projection as backup, he could easily strut around, yet these Cultists went straight for the big boss?!

But at that moment, the Phoenix chimed in, “No need to force it!”

“Just break the barrier from the inside!”

Roy frowned, “Won’t that let the Death God into the mortal realm?”

“Not at all. A simple pocket dimension constructed by high-tier Extraordinary Beings only serves to contain themselves.”

“You’re trapped here due to the cult’s secret method! If you destroy that secret method, you’ll be forcibly sent back! The Death God can’t keep you here, I promise!” The Phoenix sounded confident, but there was an underlying tension.

Roy brightened up, “Then the secret method…”

“It’s right in Its hands!”

Seeing that the enemy held a pitch-black skull, Roy felt his world go dark.

All around him, skeletal dragons soared, undead giants rampaged, and the massive fireball conjured by Baker intertwined with the terrifying sea of flames, creating a hellish scene.

…The level requirement ahead was a bit too high; it seemed like something he couldn’t dabble in.

“Dean-sama! Destroy that skull!”

Even Baker, known for his good temper, wanted to yell at this point: “You make it sound simple! But with my current strength…”

“The Phoenix promised to reward you well afterwards!”

“Shove it!”

In the next instant, the Death God never expected that the old man it had been pressing down would suddenly widen his eyes in fury, transforming into a massive firebird and charging straight at him without a second thought!