The Male Lead isn't Following the Script!
Chapter 210: Ambush

Chapter 210: Ambush

Adeline fists tightened as she started moving. The forest around her grew denser, the air cooler and the light dimmer as the thick canopy blocked out the sun. She moved carefully, her senses heightened.

As she ventured further, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. A golden squirrel for an instant win—it was ridiculous. But at the same time, it was a challenge she couldn’t pass up.

After a while, a flicker of gold caught her eye. Adeline froze, her heart skipping a beat. There it was—the golden squirrel, its fur shimmering like sunlight. It was perched on a branch, its tiny eyes gleaming with intelligence as it watched her.

Adeline crouched low, trying not to startle it. The squirrel tilted its head, as if sizing her up, before darting away with incredible speed.

"Great," Adeline muttered, breaking into a sprint after it.

The chase was intense. The squirrel zigzagged through the trees, leaping from branch to branch with the agility of a seasoned escape artist. Adeline pushed herself harder, her determination outweighing her exhaustion.

She shot a bolt of lightning at it. She hoped the ground would catch fire preventing it from running that way. It was a chance for her to at least control the direction the squirrel might run.

"Keep going!" the Goddess urged. "You’re gaining on it!"

Adeline gritted her teeth, refusing to let it slip away. The thrill of the hunt took over, and for a moment, she forgot about the absurdity of it all.

Finally, she cornered the squirrel against a rock. It paused, its tiny chest heaving as it looked for an escape route. Adeline didn’t give it a chance. With a quick lunge, her hands closed around the shimmering creature.

"I got it," she said breathlessly, holding the squirrel up triumphantly.

"Well done," the Goddess said, her voice filled with pride. "That’s one for the record books."

Adeline couldn’t help but smile, a surge of accomplishment washing over her. Even if the Goddess had borrowed the idea, she had earned this victory fair and square.

Just as she held the squirrel in her arms, it turned into dust! She almost yelled! What the hell?! Where did it go?!

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of movement. The golden squirrel reappeared several feet away, its fur glinting as it dashed through the underbrush.

"Adeline, wait!" the Goddess’s voice rang out in her head, sharp and panicked.

But Adeline wasn’t listening. Her frustration turned into determination, and she sprinted after the creature.

Cassian, who had been observing from a distance, noticed her sudden movement. He frowned. Something felt off. He quickly followed, his long strides closing the distance between them.

"Adeline!" he called, but she didn’t stop.

The forest seemed to grow darker and more oppressive as they ran deeper into it. The air thickened, carrying a strange sense of foreboding. Cassian’s instincts screamed at him to turn back, but he pushed forward, determined to catch up to Adeline before something happened.

By the time he reached her, it was already too late.

They stood in a clearing, surrounded by a wall of tall, roaring flames. The fire erupted so suddenly that Adeline staggered backward, momentarily blinded by the intense light and heat.

Cassian’s eyes narrowed as he took in their surroundings. The fire wasn’t natural—it was too controlled, too deliberate. A trap. His suspicions were confirmed when he noticed the absence of any surveillance devices.

"This was planned," he muttered grimly, stepping closer to Adeline.

The rising heat made her squeeze her eyes shut, trying to adjust. She swayed slightly, overwhelmed by the sudden shift in her environment. Cassian grabbed her arm to steady her.

"Adeline," he said firmly, "stay close to me."

Without waiting for her response, he raised his free hand and summoned his powers. A wave of icy energy surged from him, extinguishing the flames in an instant. The clearing fell silent, the oppressive heat replaced by an eerie chill.

But the relief was short-lived.

The sound of rustling leaves and heavy footsteps filled the air. From the shadows, men emerged—dozens, then hundreds, armed and ready. They encircled the two of them, their weapons gleaming ominously in the dim light.

Cassian’s expression hardened. These men were prepared. Their armour and weapons were designed to counter both his ice and Adeline’s lightning.

"How did Lucas manage this?" he muttered under his breath, scanning the faces of their attackers.

Adeline, however, seemed strangely calm. Cassian glanced at her, expecting fear or panic, but what he saw shocked him. Her entire demeanour had shifted. She was seething with rage, her hands clenched into fists as arcs of electricity crackled faintly around her.

"Adeline..." He began cautiously.

"For this once," she interrupted, her voice low and simmering with fury, "I will forgive you."

Cassian blinked, taken aback. "What?"

She turned to him, her eyes blazing with intensity. "But I need you to do one thing."

"What is it?"

Adeline took a deep breath, her voice steady but filled with venom. "Do not let anyone here escape alive."

Cassian’s jaw tightened. Her words were chilling, but he understood the gravity of the situation. These men weren’t here to capture them. They were here to kill.

"As you wish," he said simply, his tone as cold as the frost gathering around his hands.

The men charged, their war cries echoing through the forest. Adeline and Cassian moved in unison, their years of training and innate abilities taking over.

Cassian knew he underestimated Adeline when he saw her summon armour! Armour made of holy powers. This act of hers stunned the assassins. No attack of theirs could penetrate that thick glowing armour.

She meant it when she said that no one leaves this place alive. They will die with the secret that they learned of this day. Adeline had holy powers.

Yes, she had slain many monsters by now but she did not have... Rage. She had determination and focus but not rage. But seeing these men come for her and Cassian provided her with an inexplicable amount of rage.

She wanted them dead.