As a Villain I Really Don’t Want To Be Pursued by the Heroine

30

As days pass by, Roy’s physique has finally been trained to its limit.

[Adaptability Level: Medium]

[Carrying Capacity: Strong]

Even so, magical potions are not to be consumed like plain water.

Deciding to take the potion, to ascend beyond the ordinary, Roy has been bustling about since early morning, making all sorts of arrangements.

Upon learning that ascending could be somewhat dangerous, Alice couldn’t help but worry: “Master, are you really going to be alright?”

Roy, busy in his room, couldn’t help but smile at the question.

“With all the preparations I’ve made, what could possibly go wrong with just one ascension?”

The more powerful the supernatural ability, the more arduous the process of ascension, bringing immense pressure to both body and mind.

For a naturally born transcendent like Charlotte, a favored daughter of heaven, even surviving several deadly thresholds right at birth would have been impossible without a team of physicians.

But Alice’s worries are unnecessary.

[Iron Blood] is, after all, of the Silver lineage; how dangerous could it possibly be?

If talent is insufficient, money will compensate!

With the help of [Life-Activating Potion], not only did Roy take extra potions to enhance his mental strength, but he also exchanged for quite a few items to assist in the ascension.

[Purple Smoke]

[Description]: A special incense used by dark elves of the Second Era, greatly reducing mental fatigue during the ascension of supernatural bloodlines. Originally for the dark elves’ coming-of-age ceremony, it proves effective for ordinary people as well.

[Emerald Ambrosia]

[Description]: A medicinal bath used by the royal elven family of the Second Era’s forest, blending a concentrate of seventeen secret elven herbs. It helps alleviate physical fatigue and evaporates a portion of the transcendent power that the user cannot assimilate.

These two items cost Roy half of his favorability points, causing him quite the heartache.

With such preparations, it’s not just being cautious; it’s like using an anti-aircraft gun to swat a mosquito.

Roy truly doesn’t believe that a mere Silver lineage could pose any danger to him.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be sorted out soon,” Roy says, patting the little maid’s head to comfort her.

Alice perked up, clenching her little fists: “Mm! Master will definitely be alright.”

Alice prepared a green medicinal bath for Roy, drew the bed curtains, lit the incense, and finally helped Roy remove his excess clothes, serving him as he soaked in the medicinal bath.

Then, the girl retreated to a corner and quietly waited.

After taking the magic potion, one would fall into a weakened state, but before that, there was nothing she could help with.

Roy, on the other hand, picked up the [Ironblood] magic potion, opened the bottle, and poured the crimson, blood-like viscous liquid down his throat in one go, then submerged his entire body into the emerald green liquid, beginning to digest it with the extraordinary power of the medicinal bath.

Just as his father Carl had described, Roy felt the magic potion scorching like molten lava as it passed through his throat and flowed into his viscera.

“I’m super…!”

Roy gasped in pain, coughing violently, and convulsing in the bathtub.

Without looking, he knew he must look like a half-dead fish on the beach.

He began to regret having Alice witness his sorry state.

Even though she was mentally prepared, Alice was startled and felt helpless: “Master! Are you alright? Should I call Sister Anya…?”

“No, it’s fine, this is normal…” Roy, wearing a mask of pain, took a deep breath before completing his sentence: “Just endure this phase, and it’ll be fine!”

The magic potion was made from the materials of extraordinary creatures, and it was said that the core ingredient of the [Ironblood] potion was the heart’s blood of an undead knight.

That stuff was as scorching as magma, and his current feeling couldn’t be more normal.

A severed head is just a scar no bigger than a bowl, isn’t it just a mouthful of magma? Ollie give, just do it!

Alice was still beside him, and as a man, how could he let her see him in such a disgraceful state?!

Roy forcefully suppressed the urge to wail in agony, clenched his teeth, and focused on digesting the magic potion.

He could feel the scorching heat coursing through his body, from head to toe, inside and out, from flesh to bone, everything within him slowly merging with this heat.

The pale purple incense floating in mid-air seemed conscious, slowly swirling around Roy, soothing his mind. And the green medicinal liquid bubbled as if boiling.

Immersed in the process of ascension, Roy no longer had the mind to feel the pain.

Huh, what’s this?

Just an ordinary ascension to the extraordinary, not as difficult as he had thought!

The digestion of the magic potion went smoothly, and Roy suddenly felt a pang of regret for the goodwill points spent.

Seeing Roy no longer convulsing and his expression gradually calming, Alice also finally took a long breath of relief.

“As expected of Master.”

It is said that the extraordinary must bear responsibilities far beyond ordinary people, and while Alice admired her master, she couldn’t help but feel a bit of heartache.

If only she could become extraordinary too, to be of help to her master.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t born into nobility, so even taking a magic potion would be useless, right?

Despite Roy’s promise, Alice believed that Roy would not abandon her, but she still felt lonely not being able to accompany Roy on the path to the extraordinary.

But just then, Roy let out a scream of agony.

“Master?!”

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah—”

Roy could hear the girl’s panicked cry, but he was completely unable to respond.

This pain wasn’t coming from within his body, but from his brain.

His brain seemed to be about to split open, and it was coming from the deep pain of his soul!

What the heck is going on?!

Roy remembered that only when he ascended to a higher level would he feel a headache that was about to split his head open – the overwhelming power of the supernatural would affect a person’s soul.

But he had just taken the potion, and he was still far from reaching the higher level?!

Father Madam, aren’t you playing a trick on me?! This potion can’t be meant to be diluted before drinking, can it?!

Roy tried his best to clear his mind, trying not to notice this pain, but soon the scenery before him began to distort!

The next second, the scene before him changed.

It was as if something ancient, massive, and awe-inspiring was transmitting a glimpse of itself, frozen in ice and fire that burned the heavens and earth.

It was as if some elegant, evil, and beautiful figure was laughing with a non-human voice beneath the crimson moon and the dark night.

Every time Roy touched upon those terrifying and incomprehensible existences, his soul would shudder, and his entire body would feel like it was being ripped apart by the pain!

It’s over.

【Iron Blood】 Potion cannot have such an effect!

These guys must be…… demonic gods!

In that instant, Roy almost had a heart attack from shock.

But he soon realized that something was off.

If he really looked at the demonic gods or was noticed by them, he should have been dead long ago!

These non-human entities did not have malice.

However, the situation was still far from optimistic.

Even if a supernatural being had no malice, its very existence could be a disaster for humans!

Just like humans unintentionally harming ants, a careless step could bring about the downfall of ants!

The ancient murmurs and strange scenery continued to flash before Roy’s eyes.

As his soul was constantly torn apart, Roy’s consciousness finally began to blur.

It was as if he was being dragged into a dark abyss by an unnameable monster, forever falling into darkness.

It’s over……

This is the end……