The Yellow-Haired Villain in the Female Main Character's Novel Wants Happiness Chapter 74 : Chapter 74

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Chapter 74 : The Love God’s Whisper (14)

“But do I have any other choice?”

Muen suddenly gave a carefree smile.

“Out there, there is a maid with big breasts, long legs, a great figure, and a fondness for black stockings, crying and waiting for to save her.”

“The last woman who cried and begged was my mom in my previous life, forcing to go out and find a girlfriend.”

“So co on then, King of Withering.”

Muen spread his arms.

“At a mont like this, I am not so weak that I would fear a re evil god.”

【Hmph.】

The King of Withering let out a disdainful snort.

As though mocking an ant for overestimating itself.

But even an ant, if it could put on an entertaining performance, was worth pausing to watch, was it not?

And so, as you wish.

The endless red earth suddenly trembled.

A gigantic, withered hand slowly erged before Muen.

The hand was charred black, as though it had been burned by flas.

And beneath that coal-like blackened skin, Muen could feel a scorching heat so intense it seed capable of burning the entire world to ash!

The hand reached for Muen, and then its five fingers... gradually clenched shut!

Sizzle, sizzle.

Muen felt his skin press against the hand.

The burning fingerprints seared themselves into his flesh one by one, like so bizarre totem.

Excruciating pain and mad whispers flooded his mind, erupting into a horrifying urge to simply destroy the world.

Pain.

So much pain.

Pain beyond endurance.

But this ti, even the black book could not help him.

He could rely only on himself.

...

“What is this thing...?”

As Ann watched Eluka’s head drift ever closer, a trace of despair entered her eyes.

She had never felt so powerless before.

From the very mont her ability awakened, divine blessing had naturally placed her among the strong.

But before this indescribable existence, the power she had always relied upon had, for the first ti, lost all of its forr invincibility.

She could not move.

She could only watch helplessly as she... walked toward death.

The holy wings spread wide, and a distant, ethereal hymn began to play.

A trace of greed leaked from the gaze within those black eyes as Eluka’s head opened its mouth once more.

This ti, a terrifying force of suction burst forth, slowly peeling sothing away from Ann’s body.

Along with her soul.

“So this is as far as I can go...?”

“What a sha. There are still things I have not said to the Young Master yet.”

“I truly am an unqualified maid.”

After trying every possible struggle,

Ann knew she had no ans left.

So she could only close her eyes and wait for death to descend.

“Hey, Ann.”

But at that mont, a familiar voice rang out.

It sounded almost like a hallucination, hazy and unreal.

Yet whenever she heard that voice, no matter when, no matter where, even if a terrifying evil god stood in front of her, Ann would open her eyes and look over without hesitation.

Because it was Young Master’s voice.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your back straight?”

At so point, Muen had already broken free of that invisible restraint and arrived behind Eluka’s head, which was under the evil god’s control.

He looked at Ann and said sternly,

“My personal maid would never give up over sothing at this level, would she?”

Ann stared blankly at Muen.

Then suddenly, her nose turned a little sour again.

But this ti, she held it back.

She would not cry again.

Because the Young Master did not like seeing her in a sorry state.

Then no matter the ti, no matter the occasion, she had to remain elegant and strong!

Even in the face of death!

“That is more like it.”

Seeing Ann steel herself once more, Muen smiled.

Then he suddenly turned his head, like soone embracing a cute girl from behind, tilting his head as he looked at his beloved with intimate affection.

Muen looked at Eluka—no, more precisely, at that terrifying will hidden within Eluka’s black eyes.

His expression instantly turned ferocious!

“Hey, you damned evil god, it looks like you are about to do sothing very bad to my maid.”

Leaning close to Eluka’s ear, Muen whispered softly,

“If you want to play gas, how about playing with instead? It just so happens that I have sothing I would like to give you.”

Muen’s hand seized one of the holy wings.

Strange, burning marks flowed across the skin of his arm.

They looked like fingerprints.

They were scorching hot.

In the next mont, Muen gripped the wing tightly and tore.

Those wings, which not even steel had been able to damage in the slightest, were ripped off by him by sheer force!

As easily as tearing two sheets of paper.

“ROAR—”

Eluka let out a furious howl. The will inside those black eyes glared coldly at Muen, and a horrifying tide of malice surged forth.

A re human dared blasphe against a god!

“Oh? You seem pretty unconvinced.”

After tearing off the wings, Muen suddenly stretched out his hand and clamped it tightly around Eluka’s cheeks.

He t Its gaze head-on.

The will inside those black eyes froze for an instant in astonishnt, then sneered.

A re human dared look directly at ?

Watch as I—

Hm?

Wait.

Sothing is wrong!

Within Muen’s eyes, fire burned as well and through those crimson flas, another terrifying existence cast down a solemn gaze from the endless red heavens above.

Gaze t gaze.

In a daze, Muen heard a scornful snort.

【Filthy god, putting on airs.】

Firelight suddenly ignited within Eluka’s pitch-black eyes as well.

Like a spark lit in the middle of the night.

And that tiny spark was enough to burn through the whole darkness.

“ROAR—”

Eluka howled. Unintelligible syllables spilled continuously from her mouth, like the desperate roar of a beast driven into a dead end.

She struggled wildly, trying to tear herself free from Muen’s stare.

But Muen’s hands were like iron clamps, locking Eluka’s head firmly in place.

“What, don’t you love love so much?”

Muen roared back,

“Then co and feel my love! This is the gift I am giving you! This is my love, you damned evil god!”

“Accept my tender loving care!”

Crimson flas began to blaze continuously from Muen’s skin, then flowed like molten lava through Eluka’s mouth and nose, pouring into that profound darkness.

The darkness shrank and collapsed under the scorching flas, as though it had encountered its natural nesis.

And at last, that hidden within the darkness revealed a trace of fear.

And the urge to retreat.

So even an evil god could feel fear?

Do not back down now, bastard.

Co fight head-on!

Muen grinned savagely.

Whoever chickens out is the grandson!

At that very mont, Muen felt those black eyes squirm slightly.

The will within the darkness forcibly cut off its gaze from the King of Withering and turned it instead onto Muen.

Eluka’s lips moved, and to Muen’s surprise, a human voice ca out.

“So it just so happens... that Withering... is what counters ...”

“But He cannot possibly keep His gaze fixed... on a re human forever.”

The words ca out haltingly, like an infant learning to speak.

But before long, the sentences beca smooth and fluent.

For that existence, it seed that learning human language required no more than a few lines.

“So.”

In the final mont before the darkness dispersed, that will stared at Muen and said in a cold voice,

“I will rember you.”

“Muen Campbell.”

“Huh?”

Muen froze.

Then his expression imdiately turned horrified.

“Wait, Divine One, what did you just say?”

“Rember ? I am only a re human. How could I possibly be worthy of Your rembrance?”

“I was only joking just now. Could you please just let go like a fart, all right?”

“My na is actually Lier, not Muen. You have mistaken for soone else!”

“I caved, okay? Please let off!”

“Please, I beg You, do not look at !”

Muen’s pleas echoed through the air, but by then, no one... and no god, was listening anymore.