I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 785

Chapter 167: The Next Stage

The blood of the False King.

This bloodline can be traced back to the First Epoch, even before the current Magic Potion system was established.

Legend has it that this bloodline possesses the power to manipulate others’ fates, but since the history known to the Pope, few, whether by the essence of the blood or the heroes regarding fate, have been able to reach such heights.

Without the Eye of Divine Observation, one cannot peep into the direction of fate.

Even the wise and learned Sages, the Holy Maidens, and Roylin, who also shares the blood of the False King, find it difficult.

Whether it was defeating the Demon King back then or coincidentally meeting Angélia to trace the next Saintess, there has always been his hand as a driving force behind that.

He always manages to come out on top.

Only this time, in this game, he didn’t get his way.

“Impressive, but that’s all there is to it.”

A temporary victory can’t determine the final outcome.

Without the Eye of Divine Observation, having the power to change fate but being unable to act, is like a mortal caught in a tsunami, desperately clinging to a solitary boat for temporary shelter, unaware that despite their efforts, a bottomless abyss awaits them.

The seeds of the Saintess and the Goddess have already been sown; even if they momentarily deviate from their original trajectory, the future will inevitably yield results.

“The blood of the False King, what you can do is only delay the destined future.”

“No, even before that, you will be left to fend for yourself.”

The Pope turned his gaze further away.

In the western part of the continent, the stars were already in turmoil. Those stars intricately related to Roy had become entangled in a swirling undercurrent.

The tempestuous night sky even made the Pope frown.

“Foolish.”

“Whether intentionally or not, from the moment you became involved in their destinies, you were doomed to welcome destruction alongside them.”

A pebble might block the gears from turning, but it will ultimately be crushed. A solitary boat may find temporary refuge amid the storms, but it will eventually plunge into the abyss.

The Pope retracted his gaze, his focus dimming and no longer paying heed to the blood of the False King.

He merely needed to watch the changes unfold.

Once the blood of the False King is completely swallowed by the rising storm, this starry sky will once again return to its proper path.

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Meanwhile.

Relying on the void of his right eye, a man who also looked up at the starry sky of fate grinned with interest.

The rising undercurrents, the terrifying storm, and the intricate chaos of the entire western continent interwove into a chaotic play of light and shadow, a future that was enough to make even the Pope, who held the Holy Light Church and the power of the Goddess, wary.

But for the clown, it was the most exciting stage of fate.

“Hey, fat pig, are you going to retreat into your shell again?”

“Well, the boring actors can roll off the stage as soon as possible.”

Suddenly, an angry shout broke the clown’s stargazing mood.

“What… what are you…”

From his extravagant position sprawled across the throne, the clown looked down.

The eternal silence of the Underworld had already been consumed by chaos.

An army of skeletal corpses, composed of bones, was trapped in a quagmire of chaos, continuously devoured by writhing tentacles and mouths that emerged from within.

Even their deity, who seemed capable of freezing life and symbolizing death itself, was now but a shattered skeleton, pitifully kneeling before him, humiliated as they looked up at the dying clown occupying what was once their throne.

“What? You wanna curse me again?!”

The clown forced a tone of anger, yet a delightful expression danced on his face.

Leaping down from the throne, the clown stamped on the skeleton’s head, brutally crushing the deity of the Necromancer Sect beneath his foot.

The Death God let out a muffled groan but could summon no more power to resist.

“You’re so weak.”

“After losing your followers, the legendary deity has become this frail… Oh, sorry, I still have to count those injuries you got in the First Epoch!”

With a feigned concern, the clown increased the pressure, grinning wickedly as he forced the deity’s head down, “But really, you are quite pitiful!”

“Why is it that Cthulhu is protecting you…”

In the empty eye sockets burned humiliation and confusion.

Then, the Death God froze for a moment.

“Is it a divine plan? Could it be—”

“Ah, too bad, you guessed wrong.”

The clown formed a peace sign, and then, his gaze turned cold.

The chaotic darkness erupted without warning, piercing through the last remnants of the Death God’s soul.

Like a living entity, the darkness greedily devoured the Death God’s remains, the thousands of undead, even the space itself.

In the gradually disintegrating realm of silence, the clown let out a chilling laugh.

“Sorry, but I’m the real deal.”

He looked back up at the night sky.

Leaping over the stars that either shone or dimmed, the clown was also drawn to the most elusive and unpredictable starlight.

Sometimes dark gold, sometimes blood red, sometimes deep blue, sometimes crimson, sometimes pitch black, sometimes even disappearing altogether.

Like a satisfied audience member, the clown clapped joyfully.

“Just like you!”

“Letting that fat pig get away so easily is just too boring! With such a vast stage in the Eastern Continent, not getting involved is just a waste!”

The blazing Holy Star significantly deviated from its intended path and temporarily stabilized.

But in the west, more starlight began to surge, intertwine, and tangle. As all the threads converged into one, reaching toward the sky, chaos ensued.

After the chaos, what the Eye of Divine Observation glimpsed was boundless nothingness.

Just as he had hoped.

“Thanks for dealing with those boring pseudo-gentlemen.”

“But don’t worry, the next stage is going to get even more interesting! You better perform well, okay?”

The clown raised his finger.

The moving starlight seemed to dance at his whims, like a toy carelessly manipulated.

With a crisp snap of his fingers, the terrifying stars released dazzling dark gold chaos and surged crimson fiery stars, colliding tightly.

Fate cannot be casually pried open.

A common person’s lifetime of changes is extremely limited.

Like a certain pope, who sits on vast power and even holds divine power, but is unwilling to sink in deeper to make more changes.

But if one has enough strength, enough time, and invests enough effort to layer plots, isn’t that just like plucking fate with a finger?

The silent space finally wilted away, and in the abyss of nothingness, the painted face twisted slightly, expressing a hilariously twisted smile.

“Well, to start it off, let’s send you back home to accompany your old friends! Those big lizards must have been waiting for ages!”

At the base of the mountain, deep within the canyon.

In the silent sepulchre of countless dragons.

A golden vertical pupil, thrumming with black surge, slowly opened.

The atmosphere boiled, and thunder roared.

Awakening from slumber or breaking from an egg.

But as long as the same dragon blood flows, the pain, sadness, anger, and hatred forged into substance, never extinguished even after thousands of years, can be felt.

The dragon roared angrily at the sky.

In response came the roar of myriad dragons, one that could seem to tear the heavens apart.