I Am The Game's Villain Chapter 390 Randor Targeted

"I need so ti to think it over," Randor finally said.

"Ti?" I echoed, frowning. "I was hoping to get the weapon before the Utopian War kicks off."

Randor grimaced at my impatience. "You speak as though my answer is inevitably yes."

"You heard . The war won't fight itself."

His eyes narrowed. "Your words drip with arrogance, young man. You're speaking as if your re participation is enough to alter the outco of the war," he scoffed.

"First off, I'm not just 'speaking as if'—I'm telling you, with certainty, that I can change the course of this war. Secondly, I have no intention of fighting to protect people who stood by while my mother suffered. Unfortunately, there are a few people I care about on this cursed island, so I'll intervene only if their lives are at risk."

Randor stared at , montarily speechless, trying to process the brazenness of my declaration.

"What?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Are you sure you're Connor's brother and Kleines' son?" He asked, incredulity coloring his voice. My father and brother were known far and wide for their kindness. Even Christina, my sister, was cut from that sa compassionate cloth.

I, however, took more after my mother, with her streak of selfishness and pettiness.

"In any case, you don't sound like soone who needs a weapon from . If you're so confident, why not just end the war yourself?" Randor asked mockingly.

He wasn't entirely wrong.

I had Trinity Nihil, so technically, I didn't need a new weapon. But Trinity Nihil was a Hallow of Eden—a fact that unsettled . I couldn't yet wield its full power, and its connection to Eden made wary.

Also swords weren't for . I wanted a weapon forged solely for —sothing lethal, sothing rciless.

"If you craft a weapon for , I'll add you to my list of people to protect," I said.

"What?" Randor chuckled at my offer, clearly amused.

Randor's eyes narrowed, his deanor shifting as he misinterpreted my words. "Are you threatening to kidnap , brat?"

But I was deadly serious.

This man was going to be kidnapped soon. I didn't know when exactly, but it was foretold during the Utopian War arc that he would be taken.

"Well, I'm just saying that if soday soone tries to kidnap you, I'll be there to stop them. But if you refuse now, you'll rember this conversation when it happens," I said with a smirk.

Randor's eyes narrowed, his deanor shifting as he misinterpreted my words. "Are you threatening to kidnap , brat?"

"When did I say that, old man?" I snorted, barely able to contain my irritation.

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