activa-t Chapter 17 Am I the Villain?
Chapter 17 Am I the Villain?
"Looks like this idiot isn't too stupid after all; he actually had a backup plan."
Clara's cold words abruptly pulled Peron's wandering thoughts back.
Belon quickly bowed and explained, "It must have been Kurt's sister who sensed something was wrong and summoned the Shadow Puppet!"
Clara neither confirmed nor denied his explanation, a faint, ambiguous smile playing at the corners of her lips:
"You've had your fill of the Curse of Frost. From now on, you'll follow me. Understand?"
Peron's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately bowed his head, replying, "Understood! Understood! I, Peron, offer you my loyalty!"
His tone was resolute, as if he had come to pledge allegiance to Klar.
Upon hearing Peron's pledge of allegiance, a barely perceptible smugness flashed in Clara's eyes:
"What is the current situation at the Wizard Tower?"
Belon dared not delay and immediately reported everything he knew about the Wizard Tower to Klar in great detail.
"So, Kurt has a guy named Hick backing him?"
"Yes, Hick is just a second-level apprentice, an assistant to Instructor Perot. Compared to you, he's nothing."
Perón added obsequiously, adopting an extremely humble posture, clearly adapting to his new identity as Klar's subordinate, or even his servant.
A hint of disdain flashed across Krall's face, clearly indicating that she didn't take Hick seriously.
"Since Hick hasn't bothered with me, I'm not going to bother with him anymore. But if he dares to come..."
He snorted twice, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the ring on his finger, an air of domineering confidence rising within him, as if the entire wizard tower would grovel at his will.
Clara Layton!
This name will surely resound throughout the entire wizarding world!
The next day.
Inside the room, Hick had just drunk the precious life-saving potion.
The medicine surged through his body, only causing a slight reaction in Hick's own magic and physique.
After several days of restraint, Hick is now ready to reveal his strength as a third-level apprentice!
Just then, Dila brought news from last night.
"You mean, that newcomer named Clara has at least three magical artifacts on him?"
Hick's voice was unreadable, but his eyes were sharp as knives.
"Absolutely true, Boss Hick!"
Dila spoke rapidly.
"Yesterday, Kurt intended to 'receive' that guy's things for you, but Belon ruined it, and Kurt almost lost his life!"
He had clearly visited Kurt and recounted the bloody events of the previous night.
"Let's go to Kurt's!" Hicks suddenly stood up.
"Boss Hick, you..."
Before Dila could finish speaking, she clearly sensed the mental energy fluctuations and elemental control emanating from Hick, which were far beyond what he had experienced before and belonged to a third-level apprentice.
Level 3 Apprentice!
Dila's face instantly lit up with ecstasy:
"Congratulations, Boss Hick, on turning misfortune into good fortune and advancing to the third-level apprentice! This absolutely breaks the Wizard Tower's record!" His voice trembled with excitement.
Hick simply waved his hand casually, his tone indifferent: "Let's go."
That sense of pride and satisfaction that might have once existed had long since vanished after the conflict between the mentor and the wizard Klin.
He now knows that his current achievements are still insignificant in the face of true power—he is ultimately just a more convenient tool in his mentor's hands.
Dila quickly suppressed her joy and hurried after him, her steps much lighter than when she came.
"Brother, are you feeling better?"
Jona stayed by the bedside, taking meticulous care of Kurt.
Kurt didn't blame his sister. After all, that Clara was hiding too well. Even Belon had fallen for her, let alone him.
But the fear of impending death and the humiliation brought by Klar gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.
He will never let this go!
As long as Dila tells Hick what happened to her...
Once Hick advances to the third-level apprentice level, he will definitely avenge me!
Even if it weren't for Kurt, Hick would never let Klar go for those coveted witchcraft items!
"It seems the shadow puppet from yesterday healed you quite well."
A teasing voice came from outside the door.
Kurt and Jona both looked toward the doorway.
Hick entered the room, his gaze falling on Kurt, his brow furrowing slightly.
Looking at the location of the hideous wound on Kurt's exposed upper body, he understood in his heart that Kurt was used to casting a mental protective robe on himself before battle, and the wound must have been in a different position now. The attack at that time was clearly aimed at taking his life!
"Boss Hick!" Kurt struggled to sit up on the bed.
"Lie down." Hick's tone left no room for argument. "Now, tell me everything that happened last night, exactly as it happened."
Kurt dared not disobey and lay in bed recounting his experiences from the previous night in detail.
Jona, who was standing next to her, added details about the subsequent intervention of the shadow puppet.
"Beron! Klar!" Hick's voice suddenly rose, his suppressed anger like a volcano about to erupt.
"That's practically suicide!"
You have to consider the owner before you beat a dog!
Kurt clearly invoked Hick's name, yet Peron still dared to kill him!
The pent-up frustration and anger that had been building up since that day, when I was just a pawn among the formal wizards, exploded like a powder keg after hearing all of this.
Forcibly suppressing his inner emotions, Hick looked at Kurt again.
"Kurt, you're a smart man. I don't want this to happen again. You should know what I mean!"
Kurt felt a chill run down his spine. Knowing his scheme to keep it all for himself had been seen through, he quickly said:
"I know, I know. Boss Hick, that will never happen!"
Looking at the terrified Kurt, a strange glint flashed in Jona's eyes.
Hick did not respond to Kurt's assurances, but instead fell into deep thought.
The more he thought about it, the more strange the whole thing seemed, and a strange sense of familiarity lingered in his mind.
Suddenly, a flash of inspiration cleaved through the fog like lightning!
A young man holding a powerful treasure... a fool who willingly provoked a formidable enemy... his subdued subordinates... and himself, about to come looking for trouble...
Hick's expression instantly turned extremely strange.
This script...
How come it's so similar to those action-packed adventure novels he read when he was bored in his past life?!
Following this line of reasoning...
"ha!"
He almost burst out laughing, a sense of absurdity welling up inside him:
"So, after all this time, I'm actually playing the role of a minor boss in this story, someone who hinders the protagonist's growth and is destined to be trampled underfoot?"
So, the real mastermind behind it all... could it be Mentor Perot? Or... the unfathomable Tower Master of the main tower?
And this kid named Clara... could he be the "protagonist" who rebels against oppression?
Thinking about this, Hick felt it was utterly absurd!
"Now that I'm a minor villain, I'd like to see what you're relying on and what secrets that ring holds!"
A cold glint flashed in Hick's eyes.