The barrage said, I am the final villain in the game

Chapter 51 How dare you? (For further reading!!)
In the ring, Wilmot walked briskly, with Lynn as the center, and began to circle around him.

Turn and measure.

The more he looked, the more confused the expression on Wilmot's face.

"It's amazing, it's really, it's amazing."

Wilmot has been paying attention to him since he said that, and he was interested in Lynn.

He carefully studied the details of the battle between Lynn and his two opponents, and he also paid special attention to his game. If it weren't for the fact that the opponent was not a character to mess with, he would even want to follow Lynn's back, Study every detail of his life.

And the reasons for this are actually somewhat unbelievable.

Wilmot's instinct told him that this man named Lynn Blazer was special.

He couldn't tell which point the other party was holding on to his shadow, but the inexplicable attraction that directly hit the soul made him unable to extricate himself.

So, he obeyed his own desires as before.

After that, Wilmot gradually found that his eyes could no longer be taken away from him.

The identity of his fiancé made his thoughts tremble; his calm gaze made him think about disturbing it; his extraordinary identity made him want to try the chain reaction caused by provoking each other's emotions.

The above are just a part of Wilmot's extreme concern for Lynn, but it is not the most important part.

Most importantly, Lynn's "unwavering" attitude towards the desires of others.

No, not possible.

Desire is the most basic emotion that human beings are born with. No one can keep calm in front of any desire. If there is, it can only be because the temptation is not strong enough.

After returning to his home, Wilmot stroked the weird tattoo on his chest, and the fire in his heart grew stronger.

Now, even in front of the bitter master, to throw off the target of the cow, and then watch the man's popularity go down like a clown, it won't bring him much pleasure.

——This is the blessing bestowed upon them by the great god of joy, and I hope they can always walk on the road of finding greater happiness, instead of sinking into a land of tenderness.

To do so, he had to boost his dose to avoid suffering until the next withdrawal hit.

For the current Wilmot, there is nothing more pleasing to induce a person with firm beliefs to indulge in the blissful world he constructed.

Originally, Wilmot was still a little confused about how to accomplish this.

Because within the academy, he couldn't pass the watcher's watch and cast magic on a colleague, but if he didn't cast the magic blessed by the God of Pleasure, it would be difficult to induce a mind with his existing words. firm man.

And what about outside the academy?
Less likely.

Children from such a family will basically be protected by someone when they go out. If they want to silently attack each other, it is still in the royal city. Unless there is a means of reaching the sky, it will not work at all.

And once discovered, he is not the only one who suffers.

Fortunately, Lynn actually killed him all the way, and even stood with him on the final stage.

"The god of joy is above, thank you for your blessing."

Immediately after the match began, Wilmot took advantage of what was probably the only opportunity he had, and worked his magic with the utmost energy.

【dream】

In this magic, the caster can make the other party fall into a dream, and dream of the person who occupies the most weight in his heart, and then, he who has been branded with joy, will use that person to tease him. desires in the other's heart.

Or love, or hate, or fear, or pity.

No matter what kind of emotion, as long as there is a sign, he can take this opportunity to spread the spark into a prairie fire, and then.

- Swallow the flames.

This is actually one of the side effects of [Dream]. After casting [Dream] on the subject, he must defeat the [Nightmare] derived from the dream, otherwise, the dream will fall into an infinite loop.

However, Wilmot regarded this side effect as a loophole.

In the dreams he created, the [Nightmare] was basically born out of desire, and with the power of the mark of joy, these desires, for him, were undoubtedly a great supplement.

Because of this, Wilmot was able to step onto the current level with his talent and hard work.

"What will your [nightmare] taste like? What kind of heart-warming expression will you show after you fall?"

He closed his eyes intoxicated: "I can't wait to enjoy this pleasure."

Immediately, Wilmot reached out and touched the dream.

"So, is it the father?"

"Father's majesty is always like that, forever, with supreme authority, suppressing the harsh noise in the family."

"Then, let's start with 'power'."

"From now on, you are the head of the Blazer family."

Lynn looked at the father in front of him calmly, without moving.

Mr. Count raised his eyes slightly and asked, "Lynn? What are you thinking? Why didn't you come?"

"I'm thinking," Lynn said softly, "what can I do after I get the position of the head of the family."

"What can you do?" Mr. Count smiled. "Of course, you can do whatever you want."

"Our family's wealth is countless, and the jewels and jade that we have collected are piled high and valuable; the human connections accumulated over the years are enough to allow us to escape the sanctions and trials of any law."

"The above are just the most basic things that you can enjoy after you become the head of the family."

"The most important thing." Mr. Count squeezed the cane in his hand. "We have the authority."

"As long as you give an order, tomorrow, you can become this country, the real behind-the-scenes messenger, the former king, who will become a puppet under your control."

Lynn listened to "Father"'s surging speech and raised his brows lightly: "What if I don't want to stand behind the scenes?"

Mr. Count raised his hands high: "Then, take the throne!"

"The land of the Rhine Kingdom is still too little."

"Then use war and blood to scramble and plunder!"

"After the plunder, what will I become."

"Mr. Count" shouted hoarsely: "You are, Emperor!!"

"Emperor?" Lynn said in a low voice, "What if I'm not satisfied with this?"

"Then, go to God."

Mr. Count was about to continue reciting aloud, trying to be very infectious, but the next moment, he suddenly seemed to be strangled by his neck and could no longer speak.

"What if I want to kill the god?" the young man asked in a loud voice, "What if the name of the god I want to kill is called Slaanesh?"

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"Mr. Count"'s eyes became extremely frightened at that moment.

The moment Lynn's words fell, he seemed to have a hallucination.

He heard a knock on the door outside the study.

Through the gap, he vaguely realized that it was not a person who was knocking on the door.

It is the devil who harvests life!
"Mr. Count" tremblingly stretched out his fingers, his body shaking like a sieve: "You, how do you know who you are?"

"that's all?"

Lynn didn't answer the other party's question, only shook his head in disappointment.

"I thought you were so capable."

"You don't even have the 'desire' that you are most proud of, to me, it's not worth mentioning. So how do you feel that you have the ability to make me sink into the rough fantasy you constructed?"

He raised his eyes slightly.

"How dare you?"

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