I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 64 Gentle comfort

In deathly silence.

Anros narrowed his eyes happily, savoring the taste of fear.

Rich fear energy surrounded him, as if a tired person was soaking in a hot hot spring. Every inch of his muscles and bones were stretched, feeling numb and comfortable.

Looking at the continuously recovering health points, Anros couldn't help but curled his eyes.

Well, this is the best time since he entered school.

Since he was promoted to Nightmare Lord, he has the right to sign residents.

The nightmare creatures that had overestimated their capabilities in the past and wanted to devour him seemed to have sensed the change in the owner of this mansion, and they all walked around the road in fear, not daring to enter again.

This is not okay.

Absorbing fear energy, repairing oneself, and gaining experience points are the innate skills of his nightmare school.

Meditation alone cannot fill the big hole in the body if there are no small insects that fall into the trap.

In layman's terms.

It’s just that there are no leeks to cut in Anlos.

He needs to find fresh leeks for him to harvest and press.

But now, Anlos slowly raised the corners of his mouth, and his ice-blue eyes reflected the confused and frightened faces of the students.

He found it.

"W-what's going on?" A senior asked, his voice very low, for fear of disturbing someone, "Why did these roses suddenly become quiet?"

This scene seemed to be telling them:

Congratulations, you passed the first level.

Next, you can go to the next level.

In a daze, they felt as if they were being watched by some unknown entity, admiring their desperate struggle.

They couldn't help but look around in fear, looking at the swaying lawn, looking at the shadows that attracted people's imagination, and looking at the grinning face of the moon in the night.

Nothing at all.

But it seems to be everywhere.

Goosebumps ran across his skin, and cold sweat had already soaked his clothes.

You can't go forward and you can't retreat.

Finally, Macul gritted his teeth and broke the silence: "Do you want to... go in?"

He looked at the dark door standing in front of him and felt his heart beating rapidly.

"Go in," Anlos answered. "The nightmare is eroding us every moment. We can't do anything just standing here."

Anlos' tone was calm and rational.

However, I don't know if it was because Markul's nerves were too sensitive, but he always felt that there was a hint of impatience in Anlos' words.

Can’t wait to get inside this mansion?
Or...can't wait to let them enter this mansion?
Suddenly, Macul was startled by what he was thinking.

He quickly shook his head to drive this terrible thought out of his mind.

How could he think so... Anlos is the rising star of the empire even appointed by the principal...

However, a seed of doubt was unknowingly planted in Markul's heart.

"Yeah, you're right." A senior nodded heavily and laughed at himself, "I have studied for a year, but my ambition is still not as good as that of a freshman. It's really time for me to repeat my studies, haha."

"After all, he is a rising star of the empire who has made history."

The other senior blinked stiffly and tried to dispel the fear in his heart with a relaxed tone.

Nothing.

They can definitely escape!

With faith in mind, everyone stepped up the steps and stepped into the dark door.

Then——

Being chased by clanking armor, his limbs were cut to pieces;
Being eaten by a carpet that suddenly opens its mouth, leaving no body intact;

And, being bewitched by the blue fairy, the skin on his body melted in a daze with a breath of moist breath.

In the end, the entire army was wiped out.

[A total of experience points converted from fear energy: 16 points] Very good.

He gained more experience points than he had ever harvested mobs before.

Sure enough, human emotions are more abundant.

Anlos sat on the edge of the bed with great pleasure, his eyes curled up happily.

Gulu Gulu.

On the floor, Markul's pink head melted by the blue goblin rolled to Anlos' feet.

Anros looked down and met Markul's only one eyeball.

His eyeballs were filled with shock.

——You are actually the culprit of everything? ! !

Macul angrily wanted to question Anros, but he only made a sound of "ho, ho".

"Oh, you're not dead yet."

Anlos covered his mouth in surprise. This action did not seem exaggerated or artificial to him, but rather cute.

If the person he was speaking to was not a head whose flesh and blood had corroded and exposed its white bones.

"Ho, ho, ho..."

The breath sound becomes more and more rough, like a broken bellows, indicating the excitement of the speaker.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."

Anros leaned down and stretched out his hands.

The white and delicate hands hugged this terrifying head, forming a sharp contrast.

"Don't be afraid, there is nothing worth fearing."

A soft voice came from Anlos' lips, and he looked gently at the ugly head in his hands with a soft smile.

This scene can be said to be a bit blasphemous.

It was as if the pure Son of the church was comforting an ugly devil.

However, at this moment, it was the "devil" who was frightened and fearful.

From Anlos' clear ice-blue eyes, Markul saw his tragic appearance gradually enlarging.

A little warmth touched his forehead where the flesh and blood had melted.

"When you wake up, you will forget all this. Just think of it as a nightmare."

Anros raised his head and looked down tenderly at Macul, who gradually closed his eyes.

The pink head slowly turned transparent until it disappeared.

Just as Anros asked the Blue Goblin to say, when they die in his nightmare realm, they will only return to reality and blur the memory of this fear.

Like, it was really just a nightmare.

Anlos didn't want them to remember. On the one hand, he was afraid of leaving a psychological shadow on them. On the other hand, he was worried that it would make them have a "good" impression of the nightmare.

A real nightmare does not come back from the dead.

It's not, it's something that should be attacked one after another.

Leeks, as long as he cuts them unilaterally~
I'm such a clever little guy, hehe~
Anros raised the corners of his mouth and smiled slyly.

When Anlos succeeded in cutting leeks for the first time.

On the other side, his loyal or rather dog-eating subordinate, Portrait Louis, was stepping out of the dark red train that was traveling in a nightmare.

"despair."

The leather boots, which were mixed with the color of the skin, stepped onto the dark gray stone tile floor that was solidified with dirt.

The carriage door slammed shut behind him as if it was afraid that it would not be able to trap the passengers.

Louis raised his eyelids and licked the corners of his mouth, his amber eyes showing the cold-bloodedness and cruelty of a beast.

The dense fog squirmed back in fear, revealing the decadent and desolate scene ahead.

——Red Rose Empire, Xiacheng District.

(End of this chapter)