I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 780

Chapter 162: Whose First Time Was It?

The dark shadow had already stepped into the depths of the battleship wreckage.

Realizing that an intruder was approaching, layers of Holy Light barrier unleashed a terrifying aura.

The barrier was truly the forte of the Virtue Angel.

To protect such dangerous items, Simon had to prepare in advance.

Even for a veteran high-tier powerhouse like the Sword Saint, it would take a full-force attack to possibly shatter his barrier.

But what he never expected was that the clown, as if reaching into a pocket, directly plunged his hand into the intricate Holy Light barrier.

Invisible chaos spread, tainting the Holy Light and swallowing the magic array, ultimately capturing the black skull sealed within the light barrier.

“Not a chance!”

Simon’s heart tightened, and his gaze sharpened.

In an instant, various enhancement spells emerged around him, incredibly fast, as he summoned a Holy Light spear, transforming it into a straight meteor.

In response, he was met with an utterly ridiculous, mocking cold laugh.

“Thanks for keeping this for me.”

“But this toy really should be returned to its owner.”

From beneath the hood, a chaotic left eye churned with endless darkness.

A chilling aura, like falling into an icy pit, made the enraged Simon feel a flicker of fear.

This premonition was not exaggerated.

Because the indescribable chaos and darkness seemed to wash over the scene like ink spread on paper, swallowing all the Holy Light he had released, erasing it completely.

That spear of light, capable of shattering mountains, also succumbed to this bizarre power, bursting forth like fireworks but failing to stir any ripples, vanishing into nothingness.

“How can this be…?!”

The power of Holy Light was undoubtedly the most comprehensive and domineering force, able to suppress any sort of evil.

Even legitimate extraordinary powers—those golden-tier bloodlines of the Western Continent—might slightly surpass Holy Light in some aspects, but overall, they could not compete, much less suppress it!

Especially since this person’s aura was sinister, accompanying the projection of a Lord of the Abyss, looking like a member of a Cult!

The incredulous scene shook Simon’s long-held beliefs.

Moreover, the faces of the Holy Light believers present turned ashen, unable to believe that the divine might they relied upon had been wiped out by an adversary with such ease.

“Anything is possible!”

“Holy Light is just a form of power; strong but not unbeatable… oh, look at you all, mommy’s power isn’t working anymore. Are you about to cry?”

Following the sarcastic taunt, the chaotic dark stream morphed into a black hole, the clown’s figure becoming increasingly blurred within.

“Go back to the Eastern Continent, Holy Light followers. The next stage, you won’t have a part to play!”

The raucous laughter echoed through the area.

The grotesque fish-like monster leapt back into the sea, and the massive beings beneath the abyss gradually faded away.

With the clown’s departure, the sea returned to tranquility, the dark clouds swept away by the wind, casting back the cool, shattered moonlight.

Simon’s complexion turned an unprecedented pale.

The remains of the Death God, a medium connecting to the soul of an ancient demigod, held a value and danger equal to that of a Holy Sword.

How was he supposed to explain the loss of such a treasure to the Pope?!

No, the real question was, why did the Abyss Dweller target the remains of the Death God?

Was the power of a demigod so easy to control? Let alone that of an evil god.

The power of the False King was unique; even the Holy Light Church would need immense effort to harness demigod power, and as for the medium of an evil god, one would need to spend decades, even centuries, purifying it for safe use.

Even without knowing the other’s intentions, just touching the remains of the Death God made Simon sense a hint of conspiracy, feeling anxious and restless.

Seeing Rayo sheathing his sword with an indifferent expression, Simon couldn’t help but question.

“Sword Saint, why did you prioritize dealing with the evil god projection back then?”

“You should have realized that shadow was the more dangerous one!”

“I did my best,” Rayo replied coldly.

The old swordsman raised his chin; he wasn’t angry, but there was a hint of displeasure: “And don’t get it twisted, I’ve never been an underling of the Church.”

“But you made a deal with the Crown and vowed to fight for him.”

Simon withdrew his respect.

“In the battle at White Harbor, you didn’t go all out.”

The old man’s expression remained unchanged as he fell into silence.

No need to deny it.

Simon wasn’t blind; after witnessing Rayo go all out, he had a clearer estimation of the man’s strength.

He had lost to Teresa due to lack of skill.

The Sword Saint’s defeat, however, could not be so easily explained.

How could a mere shattered high-tier projection possibly challenge the Sword Saint’s true form?

Unless…

“I couldn’t defeat the Sage.”

“Couldn’t defeat, or didn’t want to defeat?”

Simon shot him a sarcastic smile.

“Your power belongs to the Crown. If it can’t be utilized, then don’t blame the Crown for breaking that agreement.”

Rayo’s brow slightly furrowed; those eyes, which hadn’t quivered in the face of an evil god projection, now brimmed with sadness and pain, as if they had aged many years in an instant.

But Rayo quickly suppressed that turmoil and coldly stated, “You should worry about yourself first.”

“First the mishap at White Harbor, then failing to guard the remains… hmph, the one who should report to the Pope is not me.”

The old swordsman left swiftly.

Only the Archbishop remained, standing in the chaotic wind, his face dark and casting a silent sigh.

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Roy spent the longest night of his life in agony.

Delicious food was right in front of him but he couldn’t touch it, dew was within reach but he couldn’t quench his thirst; it was even harder than being beaten up!

Yet, seeing the girls no longer gloomy but radiating a hint of sweetness, as if digesting a blissful dream, he couldn’t help but smile.

If he had recklessly crossed that line last night, he surely wouldn’t be seeing their relaxed expressions now, right?

That said…

He also needed to deal with his physiological issues.

Roy carefully got out of bed, heading towards the bathroom.

Passing through the living room, he ran into the little maid who was preparing breakfast.

The morning light hadn’t fully brightened, and the dawn still held some darkness.

Seeing Roy up so early, Alice was a bit surprised: “Master?”

“Good morning. Thanks for your hard work last night.” Alice gave a precise bow.

“Good morning. But about the hard work…”

With a weary sigh, Roy bitterly smiled.

It was hard, but not at all in the way she imagined!

Noticing Roy’s hesitance and the aura of sorrow surrounding him, which was vastly different from the usual light-heartedness after enjoyment, Alice paused her cooking and immediately followed him into the bathroom.

Alice looked concerned: “Was three people too overwhelming? Did Master get bullied last night?”

While washing his face to wipe away the heat of the night, Roy smiled bitterly: “Not at all.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Huh?”

“To have all three of them together for the first time is just too unfair to them.”

“…Huh?”

Alice suddenly froze.

First time, what does that mean?