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

Chapter 583: Dragon Girl’s Tenderness (5)

Step by step, Ifrit walked towards Mansfield like a dull puppet.

All this time, Ifrit thought she was strong.

He was driven out of his home at a very young age, and struggled alone in the wild to find a glimmer of hope. He cried many times in hunger and coldness, was terrified by the threats of monsters, and shivered in the dark.

But what can we do even if that’s the case?

She still grew up, growing up hard and painfully.

She did what most people in life could not do.

Once upon a time, she even thought that there was nothing wrong with not having parents, and she could still live a carefree life.

What if I was expelled from the family by my parents?

Look at the Dragon Valley now. It has long been destroyed and all the dragons have been shattered to pieces. Only I, the abandoned girl, am living a leisurely life.

She doesn't care what happens to her parents. She no longer cares about her parents' attitude or thoughts towards her.

What you once tortured yourself will only make you stronger.

For such a long time, it was this belief that had been supporting Ifrit in his difficult life on the Dusk Continent. Ifrit believed that his will and his spirit had long been tempered to be harder than steel and colder than black ice.

But now, Ifrit found out that he was wrong.

She is not as strong as she imagined. Under that strong body, she is still the girl who longs for warmth, and the silly girl who desires love from her parents.

Seeing Ifrit walking towards him step by step, a strange smile suddenly appeared on Mansfield's face. It turned out that playing with the feelings of life was the supreme enjoyment in the world.

Looking at Ifrit's confused face, Mansfield felt unimaginable joy.

There was a weird smile on his face, but his eyes became gentler.

He would use the most gentle means to weave the most beautiful and intoxicating dream for Ifrit, and then she would never wake up from the dream again.

His eyes had turned into a whirlpool, pulling Ifrit's soul bit by bit.

"Don't be afraid, don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

Just as Ifrit was about to lose consciousness, a soft voice suddenly sounded out of nowhere.

Mansfield's expression changed instantly, his eyes filled with incredible shock.

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

This is an illusion that I have created myself. Unless I allow it, no one can appear in this illusion, and it is absolutely impossible for any sound to be heard in this illusion.

Suddenly, Mansfield panicked.

There is also uncontrollable anger.

With great difficulty, a soul that was about to sink finally had some fun in his boring life, and he would never allow anyone to deprive him of his happiness.

His eyes spun rapidly, no longer caring whether Ifrit would notice something was wrong. He just wanted to quickly lead Ifrit's soul into damnation.

But at this moment, Ifrit, who had been walking towards him quietly, suddenly stopped in place, motionless. Her beautiful eyebrows were furrowed tightly, and her pretty face was full of struggle.

That voice... sounds so familiar.

That's...Mr.'s voice.

gentlemen?

Who is sir?

Why does it feel so familiar in my heart, but I can’t remember anything?

The unbearable suffering made Ifrit feel even more painful.

She didn't know what she had forgotten, but she could feel that it was something vital to her.

The feeling of not being able to remember anything was so uncomfortable that Ifrit felt like crying.

She shook her head desperately, and her long hair fluttered.

The sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger. She didn't know whose voice it was, but she knew she could not forget that person no matter what.

The strong sense of distortion made Ifrit extremely uncomfortable. She even couldn't help but let out a series of painful groans from her throat.

The Envy Illusion on the opposite side, which had evolved into the form of Mansfield, obviously also realized that things were getting out of control little by little. He didn't know which damn bastard was behind this, but he would never allow this to happen.

The most basic element of an illusion is stability.

An unstable illusion can easily be detected as abnormal by people who enter it.

Mansfield's control over the illusion was extremely sophisticated, and under normal circumstances there wouldn't be any deviation. But at this moment, because of his anxious mood, all kinds of anomalies had begun to appear in the nearly perfect illusion.

The entire space was like glass that had suffered a heavy blow.

Cracks crisscross each other.

Chaotic energy raged in the space.

Mansfield noticed that the illusion was showing signs of collapse. If he could adjust his mindset in time, the illusion could be stabilized again, and these slight fluctuations would not have much impact.

But now, in his anxious mood, Mansfield had no way to calm down and repair the illusion.

On the contrary, the gradually cracking illusion made Mansfield feel more and more irritated.

He was becoming more and more anxious. He had to completely lure Ifrit into the abyss from which she would never wake up before the illusion was shattered. Mansfield tried his best to maintain a gentle smile on his face, but the eagerness in his eyes completely betrayed his mood.

Mansfield couldn't even wait for Ifrit to walk into his arms. He opened his arms and even took the initiative to walk towards Ifrit, trying to hold Ifrit in his arms.

"bring it on."

"Ifrit, my dearest sister, what are you still hesitating about?"

"You are the one that your parents expect the most from you. You are their proudest child."

"Don't hesitate any longer, come on, we are all waiting for you."

Ifrit, who was already in intense torment, became even more confused.

Dear sister?

Why is this name so harsh?

What do parents expect?

Are they really looking forward to themselves?

Why do the words that I have always wanted to hear since I was a child seem so harsh at this moment?

All kinds of confusing questions flooded into Ifrit's mind. For a moment, Ifrit even felt a piercing pain in his brain, and his whole head felt as if it was about to explode.

Mansfield was getting closer and closer, and the gentle smile on his face could no longer be maintained, becoming distorted and hideous. After reaching a certain distance, his body began to squirm.

It's like a giant slime.

Transparent tentacles gradually extended from Mansfield's body.

The slender and smooth tentacles, like poisonous snakes, coiled around Ifrit's neck, wrists, chest, waist and thighs.

Just when Ifrit was extremely confused, the tentacles began to tighten little by little.

In an instant, even though Ifrit was confused, she felt a strong sense of suffocation, and her neck seemed to be about to be broken by this inexplicable force. The invisible force dragged her body and she staggered towards Mansfield.

Looking at Mansfield who was one meter away, he was obviously a very handsome man, but Ifrit didn't know why, when she looked at Mansfield's chest, she just felt that his chest was like a bottomless whirlpool leading to an endless abyss.

An unprecedented strong fear instantly swept through Ifrit's body.

She saw the darkness and the abyss, and she wanted to struggle.

But at this moment, Mansfield suddenly opened his mouth and let out a soft breath. A frosty breath instantly enveloped Ifrit, who felt an indescribable chill covering her whole body, seemed to have sunk into some kind of sticky, burning quagmire. Her thinking became slower and slower, almost stagnant. She could only watch herself being dragged into Mansfield's arms like a stiff puppet.

Ifrit was trembling with fear he had never experienced before.

She opened her mouth with all her might and uttered a hoarse voice: "Sir..."

As if hearing Ifrit's call, Ifrit suddenly felt a slight warmth on his right hand.

The temperature was not high, just a little bit warm.

But at this moment when my whole body and soul were about to be frozen, the temperature seemed so scorching.

A warm current flows through my right hand and spreads throughout my body.

The chill that spread throughout the body began to dissipate little by little.

Breathing began to return to normal, and the intense feeling of suffocation was gradually subsiding.

The tentacles that were frantically pulling at Ifrit's body were losing strength bit by bit. At some point, Ifrit's body had stopped where it was and no longer moved closer to Mansfield.

Scenes kept appearing in Ifrit's mind.

When I was a child, I was bullied by my brother.

It was when I was a child, I felt my parents’ indifference and murderous intent towards me.

It was he who was expelled from Dragon's Nest.

It is myself wandering in the vast sea of ​​people, in pain and despair.

Sir...ha, finally figured it out.

When I was suffering from hunger and in despair, it was my husband who gave me something to eat.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had enjoyed such delicious food.

When I was bullied and beaten by other humans, it was Mr. who gave me a warm harbor.

When I rejected Mr.'s kindness because of my hostility towards humans, Mr. came down from the building and brought me warmth.

It was also Mr. who gave me the opportunity to heal my injuries and saved me from the quagmire of despair.

Ifrit's face was a little annoyed. She didn't understand why she had forgotten such an important thing. Sir, he was the only person in the world who treated her sincerely.

In comparison, sir, think about what your loved ones have left for you?

All that my brother left behind were painful memories of being bullied.

Father and mother, until the moment they died, all they left behind was indifference and ruthlessness.

I am really stupid.

Why should I try to please my father and mother who don't treat me as their daughter when I have a husband who treats me so well? It's already happy enough to be with my husband. Is it really important to get the approval of my so-called father and mother?

Ifrit felt her scalp tingling with fear at the thought of leaving her husband in order to gain her parents' approval.

And jealousy.

Yes, I was indeed very envious and jealous of my brother. I was jealous that he could be loved by our parents and that he was liked by so many people in Dragon Nest.

But what?

There are people in this world who love you and treat you sincerely.

That's sir.

For Ifrit, she doesn't need so many people to like her. Having one person is enough.

Perhaps, the sincerity of Mr. Li is too heavy for me to bear. All the pain I have experienced before meeting him is the price of this happiness.

She is very happy now, very happy, really.

What's more, what is there for Mansfield to be jealous of now? No matter how much favor he had received, no matter how much glory he had accumulated, with the destruction of Dragon Valley, everything he once had disappeared at this moment.

Perhaps even Mansfield's dragon crystal had been absorbed by me and my husband without my knowledge.

Jealous of a dead man?

Ifrit even wondered if there was something wrong with his brain.

As for reviving the dragon clan?

Not to mention that the dragon clan has now perished and I am the only one left alive. How can I revive the dragon clan?

Even if there is a way to revive the dragon clan, what does it have to do with me?

When his father, mother, brothers, sisters, and so many giant dragons in Dragon Valley expelled him, what would become of the dragon clan? It had nothing to do with him anymore.

Even if the dragon clan really has a chance to revive, in Ifrit's heart, it is far less important than a smile from the gentleman.

Ifrit's beliefs became more and more open-minded and clear.

It was at this moment that the obsession that had been plaguing Ifrit's heart since childhood finally dissipated.

The tentacles that were originally entangled with Ifrit seemed to be affected by some mysterious power and dissipated silently from Ifrit's body.

The cold and stiff body that had been completely under control has now completely returned to normal. The exhausted soul has become full again at some point, and even the pair of bright eyes are flashing with a confident and beautiful light.

"Do not……"

In stark contrast, Mansfield on the opposite side no longer had the same handsome face as before. His face became distorted and hideous, like a ferocious ghost.

There was a constant roar and scream coming out of his mouth.

He couldn't accept the outcome before him, he didn't understand why it happened.

Obviously, the prey has entered the trap, and it is time for him to enjoy the joy of victory, but why can the prey break free from the spider web he has woven at this time?

What on earth happened to cause such a drastic change in this prey?

He doesn't understand.

But he also couldn't tolerate such a thing happening.

He had completely lost the composure that a master of illusion should have. He howled loudly like a madman and pounced on Ifrit.

However, Ifrit's performance was exceptionally calm. She didn't even resist or fight back. She just had a smile on her face and silently stared at the Lord of Illusion.

The smile at the corner of her mouth seemed to make the Lord of Illusion feel that he was being greatly mocked. His body trembled violently, and his right hand grabbed Ifrit's pretty face.

But just when the sharp claws were about to touch Ifrit's cheek, they finally stopped.

Then, the body of the Lord of Illusions, along with the entire space, was quickly covered with dense cracks. For a moment, Ifrit even suspected that he had fallen into a spider web woven by a giant spider.

As the space gradually cracked, everything in front of us gradually disappeared.

Ifrit felt his mind was slightly dazed for a moment, and when his vision became clear again, he was shocked to find that his body had appeared in the void without him knowing when.

In the void, thick chains were wriggling in the air like giant pythons.

Ifrit knew that a new level of test had arrived.

If the previous seven illusions were a test of one's character and soul, then what was being tested this time was absolute strength.

And Ifrit is quite confident in his own strength.

……

the other side.

Spang Theocracy, Royal City.

Under the cover of night, Mansfield's figure appeared in front of the city.

He raised his head and looked towards the palace in the distance.

There, the unique aura of the dragon clan became more and more obvious.

A smile appeared on Mansfield's handsome face.

Ifrit, my dearest sister, here I come, brother!

The first chapter is presented

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