The supporting character's harem is very normal

Chapter 516: Do you want to see your face now?

Medos thought to himself, however, he did not say it out loud, as he wanted to see what Barosik could do.

This was because he knew that he could not possibly advise or help Barosik for the rest of his life. Barosik had to walk his own journey, and Medos could only help a little.

Barosik looked angrily at Rakka.

Rakka didn’t care at all; to him, who people praise or admire has nothing to do with him.

This was the mindset of a master who has experienced many betrayals and many terrible wars.

For him, as long as he reaches the final level and truly becomes a god, that is enough. To him everyone is just a bunch of lowly insects, and there is no need for him to care about them.

There was only one thought in his heart... to become stronger, no, to become the strongest, then take revenge.

That is the truth, the reason for his life now.

Upon seeing that Barosik was upset by the crowd cheering for Lathel, Rakka felt amused and despised Barosik in his heart.

A true genius cannot be influenced by other people’s views.

He felt that Barosik was just a guy who thinks he’s a genius, then looks to see if everyone else thinks the same.

Rakka shook his head, feeling that challenging such a person would dirty his hands.

Barosik also realised that Rakka was looking down on him and angrily shouted, "Are you looking down on me too?"

Rakka glanced at Barosik, shrugged, and said: "That’s right. You can prove that what I’m thinking is wrong."

"You... bastard!" Barosik clenched his fists so hard that his hands turned white, his eyes filled with hatred as he looked at Rakka and said: "Don’t think you can win against me. After killing you, I will kill that bastard Lathel, take all his assets, and fuck his women..."

Hearing this, Rakka frowned, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "You only know how to be jealous and don’t know how to work hard; you’re no different from those fools who only hope for a pie to fall from the sky."

"You bastard!" Barosik felt displeased by what Rakka said and immediately became even angrier: "Go to hell!"

He waved his hand, white flames appeared, then turned into a fireball, flying towards Rakka.

When Rakka saw that fireball, he was not surprised at all; he simply thought: ’Essence Flame? Looks like... that brat has a bit of a secret too.’

He clenched his fist, his martial arts activated. His fist was surrounded by a huge stream of energy.

Then, Rakka swung his fist out, and a terrifying force exploded.@@@@

BAM!

"What?!" Barosik was startled; he didn’t think that there was someone who could use his fist to nullify his fireball that was made from Essence Flame.

Lathel in the distance frowned when he saw this: "This... How could Rakka do this? Didn’t he get burnt?"

"It seems that instead of using his energy to cast magic, that brat uses it to strengthen his own physical body," Lilith explained.

"He turned the weakness of those who do not possess a class into a strength to be flexible in combat."

"What do you mean..." Lathel asked back, confused.

Lilith continued, "Normally, a person who doesn’t possess a class, even if they have energy in their body, cannot use it."

"Only when you possess a class can you actually convert that energy into skills or damage."

"But Rakka is taking advantage of this weakness and using the energy to nourish his physique. The stronger his physique is, the more energy he can store, and then he can use the energy to strengthen his physique."

"That cycle repeats itself continuously, helping his physique become more and more perfect."

Lathel nodded slightly and thought to himself: ’Indeed, he was a terrifying existence in his previous life. This ability alone is enough to defeat any genius.’

’Perhaps... Rakka is the strongest male lead among all the male leads I’ve met.’

Rakka looked at Lilith, then shook her head and said: "It’s not necessary. Letting him live will cause him more pain than killing him."

Lathel shuddered, feeling that Rakka was indeed the reincarnated male protagonist type.

Too terrible, too domineering.

Lilith shrugged upon hearing this, then patted Lathel on the shoulder, winked at him, and left.

Lathel looked at her back, feeling a little confused, not knowing what her actions meant.

"Do you think it was wrong for me to let him live?" Rakka asked, frowning.

Lathel shrugged: "I don’t care if he lives or dies; you can deal with it however you want."

"I just don’t want him to keep bothering me."

Rakka smirked: "Don’t worry, in the future... Unless he defeats me, otherwise, the highest level he can reach is only 20."

"Heh?!" Lathel asked in confusion: "What do you mean..."

"I broke his psyche. A broken psyche cannot forge a heart steadfast enough to store and distribute energy."

"He will stay at level 20 forever if he can’t defeat me."

Lathel was truly scared when he heard that. This was even more terrifying and painful than killing Barosik.

What if Barosik wakes up and finds out he can’t level up any higher?

Pain, despair, anxiety, fear... perhaps Barosik would be depressed.

Even though Barosik is the male lead, perhaps... in the future, he will find a way to solve that problem, but in the present, this will be a psychological shadow, haunting Barosik.

"Don’t worry..." Rakka patted Lathel’s shoulder: "He won’t bother you anymore."

Lathel heard that and nodded slightly. Even though Rakka said that, he knew clearly... Barosik would definitely not give up on killing him.

Unless Barosik dies, the wheel of fate will still bring him and Barosik to two opposing sides. Surely in the future, he and Barosik will still have to confront each other.

...

In the evening, Barosik slowly woke up; he felt his face hurt so much as if it had broken.

’Where is this?’ Barosik asked himself.

He looked around and realised this was not a stadium; this was a medical room.

"Are you awake?" A middle-aged man in a white robe looked at him and asked, "How do you feel? Does it still hurt?"

Barosik wanted to open his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t. Even the slightest movement of his tongue or lips caused him to feel excruciating pain.

The pain was so bad that tears came to his eyes.

The doctor laughed and said, "Ah! I forgot you can’t speak. Do you want to see your face now?"

He took a small mirror and placed it in front of Barosik.

’What the hell?!’ Barosik’s heart jumped, his eyes filled with disbelief as he looked at himself in the mirror.

’Who is this? Why is my face so distorted?’

In the mirror, the right side of his face was swollen to the point where it looked like he had an orange in his mouth.

His lips were crushed and had turned purple. His teeth were broken and shattered, with less than 20 remaining.

If there was a film crew in this world, they would definitely hire Barosik to play the ugliest demon in the movie, as his appearance could cause a very strong psychological effect of fear for the audience.