The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix's Novels Also Desires Happiness Chapter 625: Second in History

"Ugh... my head hurts like hell."

Muen opened his eyes. The first thing that ca into view was still ra’s youthful, flawless pretty face.

Out of the corner of his eye, the terrifying skylight and that wound had already completely dispersed. All that remained were fragrant tulip petals drifting on the wind. The lingering shadows of the past were gone—he had returned once again to the real flower sea.

"Awake?"

ra lowered her head to look at Muen. Her white hair fell with the motion, brushing lightly across his face and making him feel itchy.

"Can I ask a question?"

"Ask."

"Right now... that kind of magical beast called Tack isn’t going to pop out again, is it?"

Muen slowly twisted his neck, fully savoring that exquisite sensation of the back of his head rubbing against the loli’s thigh. Even the stabbing pain in his spirit eased quite a bit because of it.

"..."

ra’s eyebrow twitched. Not only did she not move his head away for the mont—she suddenly smiled.

"You brat. Your guts got bigger all of a sudden, huh."

"Not that big. Just treat it as compensation for you almost setting up to get pitifully killed, how about it?"

"That’s your reason for molesting your teacher?"

"What do you an molesting? This is sincerely yearning for your care, Teacher."

"Is that so?"

ra leaned even closer to Muen. In the depths of her crimson eyes, an indescribable faint light flickered. "Since I really did almost play too hard just now, I’ll take good care of you, then."

She swept her fallen hair aside, and in the sa motion pressed her slender fingers to Muen’s temple.

Before he even had ti to properly savor that soft, delicate touch, Muen felt a scorching stream of air surge into his head through ra’s fingertips.

In an instant, the aftereffects left behind by directly looking at an existence he shouldn’t have looked at rapidly dissipated within that hot current. In his daze, Muen actually felt like he was inside a warm embrace, being carefully looked after.

"Can I ask one more question?"

After letting out a long, relieved breath, Muen continued.

"Ask."

"That Demon God... does It also control the Authority of ti?"

"Oh?"

ra tilted her head, smiling but not quite smiling.

"Are you asking that because you’re scared the Demon God will directly cross a thousand years of ti to kill you?"

"I’m a little scared... of that kind of thing."

Muen reached out, chasing the petals, and grabbed one into his palm.

Up to now, he had faced quite a few Evil Gods. He had even had situations like the Withering King, where he had once faced Its true body. But...

He had never been as shaken afterward as he was this ti.

That Demon God’s terror far exceeded his imagination. And this was only a distant glance across a thousand years of ti and endless distance, and it had almost crushed his soul outright with boundless fear and trembling. No ability to resist at all—more helpless than even an ant.

The First Evil God...

For the first ti, Muen understood what “First Evil God” ant. He could finally imagine what kind of existence that terrifying Evil God was—the one that had broken an entire era and left it unrestored even to this day.

It was the so-called apocalypse itself.

"Don’t worry. The Demon God doesn’t have the Authority of ti."

ra kept helping Muen press his temples, answering in a cranky, old-fashioned tone like she was coaxing a child.

"I should’ve told you before, right? Only the two Authorities—ti and space—aren’t held by any gods. Naturally, It can’t possibly control ti. Besides, if It really had the Authority of ti, ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) who could seal It? Using an Evil God’s body to drive ti—sothing that can’t be limited—this world would’ve been destroyed a long ti ago. Would you still be enjoying my lap pillow right now?"

"Then why can It..."

"Simple. It’s too strong."

ra said softly, "The Demon God is so strong It can shake the world’s foundation. That’s why, to a certain extent, It can forcibly break through the constraints of the laws and cast Its gaze over from a thousand years ago... but it’s still only a single gaze. Even for It, it can’t do anything extra beyond that."

"I see..."

Muen let out a breath.

Then his peripheral vision couldn’t help drifting to ra’s baby-fat side profile. The old loli looked like a smug, trashy little shit right now, but she was also one of the people who had faced the Demon God a thousand years ago and completely dismbered and sealed It.

"No wonder you’re the strongest grand magus in history."

"Are you praising ?"

"Is there a third person here?"

"Mmph... you brat, when you’re not talking like an asshole, you’re pretty cute."

ra rubbed her chin and accepted the praise without hesitation. But then her tone shifted, and the corner of her mouth tugged into a strangely profound curve.

"However... even though I really am the strongest grand magus of this era, unfortunately, you’re wrong. I’m not the strongest in all of history."

"What?" Muen froze.

"If we’re talking from ancient tis to the present, and I put it in a slightly more modest way, I should be able to rank... second."

"No. Saying ‘second in all history’ doesn’t have anything to do with the word modest in the first place."

Muen’s mouth twitched as he complained, speechless.

"Is that so? But it’s the truth."

ra shook her head. "As humble as I am, I still have to admit this truth."

"That’s only for now, right? Once you completely perfect the Eternal Bell, that kind of artificial Authority... no matter what, you should at least—"

After all, it was sothing on the level of an artificial divine Authority...

"Nope."

"Huh?"

"Even if you count making the Eternal Bell too, I can only... call myself second."

ra suddenly lifted her head and looked up at that artificial canopy with an extrely complicated gaze.

Muen followed her line of sight. He quickly understood that what she was looking at wasn’t above the flower sea, but even higher.

But above that high heaven, aside from boundless emptiness, what else could there be?

"If even the Eternal Bell can only be second, then what the hell is first—"

"You’ll find out about that kind of thing later."

ra drilled hard into Muen’s temple, cutting him off mid-sentence with pain. "Knowing that much right now isn’t good."

"That sounds like so huge secret about world destruction and humanity’s survival again—like the mont you know it, so terrifying existence will lock onto you."

"Basically."

"Then can I ask one more question?"

"Today you’re especially chatty. Is this so cat-like stress response from getting scared? How pathetic."

ra curled her lip disdainfully.

"I hope you’ll call it cute."

"Please don’t use a word like cute that makes people want to puke, Mister Muen—one-eighty tall, with pecs about to match a gorilla’s."

ra slapped Muen on the forehead again, signaling him to behave and stop playing dumb while rubbing her thigh to take advantage.

"Talk."

"You suddenly made see that... was it really just for so-called tempering my ntal power?"

Muen stared into ra’s eyes.

"I admit this thod really is effective, but for , you should have better options, right? There was no need to make risk staring at that kind of thing."

Using slaps to train thicker skin really was effective, but if you were a normal person, there probably wasn’t anyone who would use that thod.

Not to ntion, the danger level of this wasn’t just “getting slapped a few tis.”

This was the kind of thing where if you weren’t careful, your whole forehead would get peeled off.

"Sharp. n who are too suspicious don’t attract girls."

ra lowered her lids.

"Good. I think I’ve already got more than enough romantic disasters on ."

"...Hah."

ra sighed again.

"It’s not as complicated as you think. I made you stare at that... it was just to rehearse in advance for the future."

"Rehearse?"

Muen lifted an eyebrow, suddenly realizing. "So you really don’t trust that so-called seal on the Demon God’s remnant body, and you think one day I’ll really face the Demon God?"

"Who knows?"

ra was still ambiguous.

"But being prepared is always better. In fact, besides us, there are many people in this world preparing for that mont that might co. Including telling you about the demonic race—that was also preparation for what you’re about to do next."

"Nobody wants to just sit around and wait to die... wait, you said next?"

Muen caught the key point and jolted.

"What do you an? Am I going to have contact with the demonic race next?"

"Who knows?"

"Say it clearly, you bastard old loli! Sothing this important, are you really going to—"

"Sigh. It’s not that I won’t tell you. It’s just that there’s nothing to say about sothing like this. When the ti cos, you’ll naturally know."

ra curled her lips into a bad smile, then lightly flicked her finger.

Before Muen could even finish speaking, he had already turned into a super spinning wheel, rolling all the way out of the flower sea.

"Alright, alright. You look pretty much recovered. Hurry up and get lost. Take this chance and enjoy your hard-won academy life. Don’t think about those annoying worries for now—because no matter how much you think, they’re still going to co in the end."

ra waved, bidding him farewell gently. "As for your teacher, , I’ve still got very important things to keep working on next. Bye-bye."

"You bastard! You—gluglugluglug...!"

Muen cursed furiously, but he was still powerless to resist. He could only swallow this bitterness, and at the sa ti make yet another mark in the little notebook in his heart.

Just you wait, you dead loli. One day I’m going to get my revenge and beat your damned loli ass until—

"Gluglugluglug..."

...

...

"Ugh... my old waist."

After he got out of the flower sea, Muen supported his waist and staggered along.

The ti had already reached sunset. It was very quiet all around. Muen found a nearby bench. After sitting down, what had just happened inevitably resurfaced in his head.

"That bastard old loli... who knows how much she’s hiding again."

Muen leaned back and looked at the crimson sky.

"But I don’t have the right to talk about her, either, since... I’m hiding a little sothing too."

About that Demon God.

In fact, when that Demon God was about to cast Its gaze over from a thousand years ago, what Muen felt wasn’t only fear and trembling.

In that sea of despair that was about to drown him, he faintly sensed sothing else.

That was that drifting shadow... it felt familiar.

It was an extrely absurd feeling, because if Muen looked back over his previous life or this life, he absolutely shouldn’t have had any chance or qualification to have had contact with that Demon God.

Maybe, just like ra said, he was too sensitive.

But...

Muen closed his eyes.

"Black Book."

Deep within the space of consciousness, as a faint dark glow trembled, a black book once again floated out.