I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 747

Chapter 129: Blessings

The blood of the former False King, the predecessor of the Traveler, also my own…

Gazing at the black-haired woman before him, a strange thought and sense of closeness surged in Roy’s mind, and he dumbly opened his mouth: “Mom…”

But unexpectedly, she suddenly clutched her head and screamed, “Ah! No, don’t call me that name, or I’ll bite you!”

“?”

“I’m forever eighteen! Suddenly calling me Mom, I can’t accept this reality!”

“Then why do you call me ‘kid’?” Roy couldn’t help but retort.

To his surprise, she immediately straightened up and said, “Because it’s cool and stylish to say so.”

“I’ll call you ‘kid,’ and you can call me ‘Sister Roulin.’ Just stick to our titles!”

Roy flatly shattered her delusions: “Understood, Mother.”

“Hey!”

The higher the bloodline level of the Extraordinary Beings, the longer their lifespan, and the more they can stay youthful.

I must say, Roulin does look more like an older sister, barely older than Xue Nuo.

Honestly, it’s hard for Roy to feel any familial connection toward someone he shares blood with but has never met in years.

Yet, the shared identity as a Traveler from the same hometown and the fate of being linked by the False King’s blood grants him a sense of kinship, truly like treating a neighborly older sister.

However, thinking that what stands before him is merely a remnant of a soul, the real Roulin has long met her end as the False King in the Eastern Continent, falling in a foreign land, Roy couldn’t help but feel a bit saddened.

“Hey, hey, can’t you stop looking so gloomy, like you’re staring at a corpse? Oh, right, I am dead.”

“You do look pretty lively.”

Roulin helplessly spread her hands, utterly losing her image: “What can I do? I’m dead after all.”

“And it’s not the time to mourn the dead, or else you might end up joining me soon.”

Roy was left speechless.

Roulin spewed nonsense that successfully lightened his sadness and raised his blood pressure.

“God, don’t talk about coming to accompany you so casually. I’m your son; can’t you say something nice?”

He was a son, also a compatriot, sharing the same blood of the False King; Roy decided not to put on airs and directly extended his hand to her.

“As you said, my situation isn’t great either.”

“I need power!”

Naturally, asking for strength requires a price, but Roy believed she was at least a mother and wouldn’t ask for too much.

However, Roulin looked confused: “What power?”

“Do you want to take on Pava?”

Roy panicked: “No, I mean, the Blade of the Former King…!”

Halfway through his sentence, Roy suddenly realized something was off.

At the same time, Roulin also embarrassedly scratched her head and said, “You’re thinking too much.”

Roulin glanced at the other tombs in the distance: “They are demigods of Sequence 1, while I barely reach Sequence 4 when I died. Being left with just a remnant soul relies on the influence of the higher-level bloodline.”

“So, unfortunately, I have no extra power to give.”

“This time, you can only rely on yourself.”

Roy immediately wore a look of despair: “You’re so useless.”

The woman above the tomb twitched the corner of her mouth and started to rant about “humans have limits,” “it’s not easy to leave a remnant soul,” and “young people need to rely on their own hard work.”

But Roy had stopped listening.

No extra protection meant he had to rely on his strength to return to reality.

Such a ruthless declaration left Roy feeling forlorn.

Well, that was true.

His good luck must run out one day.

How could he hope to receive the generosity of a demigod every single time to help him through the tough spots?

Besides, the power of the Holy Light Goddess even surpassed the Phoenix. What kind of demigod’s blessing could rival the supreme pope under a goddess?

Seeing the boy quietly lower his head, Roulin finally put away her playful demeanor and sighed.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t do anything.”

“I couldn’t accompany you, couldn’t protect Alice, couldn’t fight against the fate of the False King’s blood, and in the end, couldn’t leave anything for you… I’m truly sorry.”

To see one’s own offspring born.

To see the child one once raised.

Before the soul dissipates, to witness the precious ties of two lives should be a fulfilling experience.

But now she must witness them falling into the most tragic outcomes…

Ah, even in death, she had to watch her last hope be extinguished, making her existence meaningless?

Roulin, filled with indignation and despair, closed her eyes, clenching her fists.

However, the boy’s voice unexpectedly remained calm: “Why apologize?”

“On the contrary, I should be thanking you.”

Roulin opened her eyes in shock, only to see the boy smiling at her.

A truly heartfelt smile.

“Thank you for giving me life, and…”

“Thank you for saving Alice, allowing us to meet.”

The fate of the False King’s blood is undoubtedly fraught with thorns, and Roy has found himself in a predicament more than once because of this bloodline.

But it also brings forth strength, the strength that makes him fight.

Even if the road is filled with trials, he has gained so much more.

And all of this stems from the hope Roulin had left behind.

Without a doubt, Roulin’s fate is tragic.

But her life isn’t entirely bleak, and there have always been moments of beauty.

What Roulin fought for with her life was not just a meaningless tragedy, but rather a fairy tale.

His encounter with Alice was just the beginning of that fairy tale. And their ending is by no means predetermined.

The flames of the predecessors flicker and fade, yet as long as the hearth of hope burns, it will always be inherited.

“Everything you did was not in vain.”

“Whether it’s myself or Alice, the endings you wished for will be realized by us.”

Roy took the initiative to sever the connection of their souls and began to fade away.

At some point, Roulin’s eyes were already moist; however, she was not despondent, but instead wore a beautiful smile, holding her chest.

Already fallen, merely a wisp of a remnant soul left within her, she couldn’t give them much.

Only blessings.

Only with the final wish of hope that never gave up, even in the end.

“Children, I sincerely wish for you to have a fairy-tale ending.”

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【Divine Art: Time of Heaven】.

The terrifying strike unleashed during the Saint’s Trial slowly fell, accompanied by the opening gates of heaven in the firmament.

Alice suddenly realized: “So it was you back then…”

“That’s right. I intended to capture you then. Little did I expect your obsession with the False King’s blood compelled you to forcibly unleash the power of the [Angel].”

“What a blasphemous use.” The Pope’s expression showed no joy or sadness, only coldness: “Lady Saint, I must now start purifying your already polluted soul from scratch.”

The golden holy light falling from the gates of heaven surged like an ocean, roaring like a wildfire, accompanied by a vast, sanctified array that eclipsed the sky, the judgment seal from the goddess now descending.