As a villain, I really can't become stronger anymore

Mansfield's appearance was like a fuse that ignited all the accumulated, suppressed jealousy in Ifrit's chest that she thought she had forgotten.

The more severely it was suppressed before, the more violently it will explode now.

In addition, after experiencing the illusion of gluttony, the illusion of arrogance, and the illusion of rage in succession, Ifrit's spirit was severely damaged and her self-control was constantly declining.

Jealousy is a very terrible emotion.

The moment she saw Mansfield, Ifrit almost couldn't control her emotions. She rushed over like a mad lioness and tore Mansfield's handsome face into pieces.

The rage that instantly surged in his mind destroyed most of Ifrit's sanity, and even made Ifrit forget that he was in an illusion. Everything he saw, even Mansfield, was fake.

She really wanted to tear Mansfield's mouth open and ask this damn bastard why he appeared in front of her and what he wanted to do. He already had so much, was he going to rob her of her current little happiness?

This is what Ifrit thought and did.

She rushed forward angrily, raised her fist, and punched Mansfield in the face again and again.

The face was smashed into a bloody mess.

Red and white sticky stuff splattered everywhere, covering the ground with a thick layer. The entire mysterious space was filled with a disgusting smell of blood.

At this time, Ifrit was really crazy. She didn't even notice that no matter how she beat Mansfield, this guy could completely recover to his original appearance in the next second.

The more he vented and the more he was beaten, Ifrit felt more and more irritated deep down inside, and the intense feeling of anxiety became more and more unbearable.

Ifrit didn't even know how much time had passed. She only knew that she had smashed Mansfield's head at least eight hundred times, if not a thousand times. She didn't know when Ifrit finally stopped.

She was already panting from exhaustion.

My body was soaked with sweat.

But Mansfield on the opposite side was still standing there quietly, motionless as a mountain, with only those cold and condescending eyes staring down at him.

As always, the way he looked at me was like garbage when he was a kid.

That sight made Ifrit feel as if it was burning. Her originally beautiful face even became distorted. Ifrit struggled desperately on the ground, dragging her exhausted body, wanting to rush up again and tear that damn face into pieces again.

"Ifrit, don't you want your parents to be proud of you?" But at this moment, Mansfield, who had been silent for such a long time since he appeared in front of him, suddenly spoke.

The cold voice floated into Ifrit's ears.

Ifrit froze in place.

Make your parents proud of you?

Mansfield: What does this mean?

Hahaha, this is something Ifrit had never even dared to think about before. For Ifrit, if her father and mother just looked at her straight in the eye, she would feel extremely happy, not to mention making her parents proud of her.

Impossible, this is absolutely impossible.

Perhaps, when she was very young, Ifrit still had such hope in her heart. Otherwise, why did she practice so hard? Wasn't it just to make her father and mother look at her more?

Otherwise, with the talent of the dragon race, even if she did nothing, she would sooner or later become an invincible existence in the Dusk Continent. Why would she work so hard?

But since she grew up and matured, this idea has disappeared from Ifrit's mind. She knows very well that this is absolutely impossible. In her parents' eyes, she is just a monster. They wish she had never appeared in this world so as not to disgrace their reputation.

But now, when he suddenly heard Mansfield say this, Ifrit felt his heart beating uncontrollably.

She didn't even know what she was expecting.

Perhaps, this is really just a childhood wish?

Mansfield's face bloomed into an exaggerated smile, and his voice was like a devil, full of indescribable temptation: "Ah, Ifrit, my sister..."

"Think about it, what is the current state of the dragon race?"

"The dragon race has perished."

"Now, you and I are the only ones left in the entire Dusk Continent."

"Think about it. If the two of us join forces to strengthen the dragon clan and let the dragon clan stand on top of the Dusk Continent again..." Mansfield opened his hands and walked towards Ifrit step by step. Unconsciously, Ifrit found that Mansfield had even walked up to him.

His tall body pressed down slightly, and he walked to Ifrit's ear. His bewitching voice echoed in Ifrit's mind like ripples: "Think about it, what would happen if we really did this?"

"Father and mother, if they are still alive, they will surely see your achievements and think you are their most outstanding daughter."

The plain words and ordinary content made Ifrit's heart beat uncontrollably.

Father, mother, and the best daughter?

"This is the glory of reviving the dragon race. No matter what misunderstandings there were before, they are no longer important in the face of this glory."

"By then, no one will regard your natural white eyes as a monster. Maybe your white eyes will even become a symbol of blessing."

"Don't you want to change your position in your parents' hearts? Don't you want to rewrite your image in your parents' hearts?"

"What are you still hesitating about?"

"Don't hesitate..."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Do you really want to miss it?"

Clearly, there was only Mansfield in front of Ifrit, but it seemed as if Mansfield was everywhere around her body. His voice surged in from all directions, vibrating Ifrit's eardrums, making Ifrit truly experience what 3D surround sound was.

Like a devilish sound that threatens to kill and take away one's soul, it echoed in Ifrit's mind, and only Mansfield's voice remained in his head.

Father.

Mother!

Ifrit thought that he had forgotten everything long ago, forgotten everything that had happened, forgotten Dragon Nest, and forgotten his parents.

But at this moment, she suddenly found that she seemed to still be that little girl who longed for the love of her parents.

At this moment, Ifrit's spirit was in an extremely unstable state, almost on the verge of collapse.

There was still a little bit of sanity left in the deepest part of her soul, constantly telling Ifrit that this was an illusion, this was fake, and things should not be like this. But the remaining sanity was too little to shake the remaining obsession in Ifrit's heart.

Her lips were trembling slightly, and her eyes had become confused without her knowing when.

She was like a puppet being manipulated by strings, walking towards Mansfield step by step.