The supporting character's harem is very normal

Chapter 463  Befriending the male protagonist

"Rakka, you…"

"Manager Mody…" Lathel quickly stopped Mody's words. Lathel knew that Mody wanted to scold Rakka after seeing him so angry.

However... Rakka is a male lead, but only Lathel knows this.

The male leads are mostly very petty people. If you even dare to scold them once, they will definitely make you live in misery, make you bankrupt, and make you a beggar.

If you beat him, he will kill you and your entire family, and even when all your family members die, he will announce all the bad things you and your family members have done to the whole world.

That's why... Lathel is planning to protect manager Mody.

Mody saw Lathel interrupting and advised him uncomfortably: "Lathel, this guy is not normal; he is already a crazy person; we should not talk to him."

"Okay…" Lathel clasped his hand and stopped Mody's words: "Manager Mody, thank you for taking me around the academy. I have already given you the cake recipe. If you don't understand anything, you can ask me again."

"But…" Mody frowned, wanting to say something.

"Hahaha… okay, I think this young man is a bit interesting. I will talk to him; don't worry." Lathel said, smiling.

Seeing Lathel so determined, Mody could only sigh and say: "Lathel, if he causes trouble for you, tell me."

"Okay, I know what needs to be done." Lathel said, smiling.

However, in his heart, he thought differently: 'Don't say it so simply; what can you even do to him?'

'Your academy didn't even kick him out when he became crazy; that's enough to understand how terrible a main character's aura is.'

Seeing Mody leave, Lathel sighed.

"How do you feel about my proposal?" Rakka then continued: "Or... you also look down on me like everyone else."

Lathel shivered because he felt Rakka's eyes. It was an extremely terrifying look, as if Rakka had killed countless people and crawled out of the fiercest battles.

He knew… The person looking at him was not Rakka, but the Fire Abyss's Lord.

Lathel took a deep breath, turned to look at Rakka, and asked: "What is your name?"

"Rakka!" Rakka answered simply.

Lathel smiled and said: "Your proposal is very interesting; do you know who I am?"

"Are you using your position to talk to me?" Rakka frowned, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Hahahaha… you misunderstood." Lathel sweated, silently cursing in her heart: 'Damn you! I just said one sentence, and you looked as if you wanted to tear me into a million pieces.'

'Of course... The male leads are almost all crazy people.'

"You…" Lathel continued: "What I mean is... I don't know who you are; you don't know who I am either. How can I trust you and be your subordinate."

When Rakka heard that, the murderous intent in his eyes immediately disappeared.

"Besides…" When Lathel saw the cold, murderous aura disappear, he smiled and said: "I don't know how strong you are. In this world... whoever is strong is the leader. I can be your subordinate; however… you must prove that you are strong enough for me to feel secure as your subordinate."

"Of course, besides that, you must also provide me with adequate benefits."

When Rakka heard that, he nodded slightly, and smirked: "Hahahaha..."

Rakka's smile startled Lathel, reminding him of a character he once saw in a superhero series, Homelander.

That smile was filled with murderous intent, fierce and crazy, as if... as long as he was dissatisfied with something, he was willing to kill everyone.

"You are very interesting, Lathel." Rakka smiled and said: "You are different from the others out there. Those idiots only know how to look down on others and don't know who we are."

"I don't have anything right now; however, I can guarantee that in the future... I can have everything and stand at the top of this world. As my subordinate, you can also have everything."

"Power, strength, beauty, resources… you can get whatever you want."

Hearing that, Lathel frowned and said: "Why did you choose me? I am just an ordinary noble."

"An ordinary noble?" Rakka smiled and said: "It seems... you also know how to hide yourself." n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Hm?! What do you mean… you can see my secret?" Lathel frowned and asked.

"Of course!" Rakka said contemptuously: "No one can escape my gaze. Just by looking at you, I know what kind of talents you possess, what your weaknesses and even your fatal weaknesses are."

"Oh!" Lathel was not upset at all. On the contrary, he nodded and smiled with interest: "Tell me something."

"You appear to have weak earth elemental energy, but in reality, you use strong lightning and fire magic." Rakka smiled and said: "Besides, there are many other sources of energy in your body, but they are not important."

"Also… I can see… your Lightning element isn't the same as normal Lightning; it's like… a type of Lightning I've seen before."

"Strange... I don't know where I saw it."

Rakka frowned, his eyes looking at Lathel quizzically.

Hearing that, Lathel also knew that Rakka seemed to have some kind of skill that could see talent or magical energy inside his body.

However, it seems that Rakka's ability is not omnipotent.

Lathel knew his power and secret, and although Rakka was right, that was only the tip of the iceberg.

"What you said is correct; however, many people have learned about my strength through the academy's entrance exam." Lathel calmly replied: "The information you just said... you probably heard someone else say it, right?"

"Fool!" Rakka shouted in contempt: "Do I need to do such stupid things?"

"Okay, I believe you a little for now." Lathel said with a smile; however, his expression showed as if he did not trust Rakka at all.

"You…"

"However…" Lathel interrupted Rakka: "Even if you didn't know about me in advance and still said exactly what I was hiding, that still doesn't mean that you will become an existence in the future. as terrible as you just said."

"Easier said than done. Many people have said that they will become kings and gods... but the flow of time has swept them away, drowned them, and turned them into nutrients for future generations.

"So… Rakka, what do you have that is enough to make me your subordinate? Or at least, what do you have that guarantees your future will be as dazzling as the sun?"

Hearing that, Rakka frowned. He was neither angry nor upset, because what Lathel said was very reasonable.

He currently has nothing.

Although he has knowledge from his previous life, he believes that natural talent contributes more than 80% of a genius's success rate.

However, this body has nothing. Rakka's talent is very ordinary—nothing special.

Besides, Rakka's entire clan and kingdom were also dead, with no one left alive. Now, Rakka is in a situation of being both poor and normal.

He has the knowledge to prepare medicine but does not have enough money to buy ingredients.

He wanted to borrow money, but that hurt his pride.

In the end... he had to go on missions to earn more contribution points. However, he is too weak to compete for simple tasks.

Rakka sought out more difficult quests, but the quest giver didn't trust him, so... he didn't get any quests.

With only a few gold coins left, he didn't know what to do.

Rakka sighed and said: "Huh! Stupid humans, I…"

"However…" Suddenly, Lathel spoke up, interrupting Rakka's words: "We can be friends."

He said this as he stretched out his hand as if he wanted to shake hands with Rakka. Rakka frowned when he heard that. He was originally a lord and had terrible power. When others heard his name, they were so scared that they fainted.

However, because he broke through to a higher limit, he died. No, to be more precise… when he was trying to break through to a higher level, his enemies came and killed him.

Luckily, he could live again. Fate gave him another chance to live, but this time, living again... was too difficult.

At least in his previous life, his talent was extremely terrible, and he looked down on all geniuses of the same generation.

But this life is different; he has a normal body and no relatives who are still alive that he can rely on.

After thinking for a long time, he felt that if he continued to be arrogant like this, he would definitely not have a chance to take revenge on the people who killed him.

Finally... Rakka reached out, grabbed Lathel's hand, and said uncomfortably: "Rakka."

"Lathel!" Lathel replied.

"You are honoured to be my friend. There are many geniuses who only wish to be my subordinates, but I don't even pay attention to them." Rakka said with a disdainful voice.

"I know! I know!" Lathel shrugged and said: "Do you want something to eat?"

"Don't talk about such trivial things, I…"

Uck! Uck! Uck!

Before Rakka could finish his sentence, a strange sound rang out from his stomach, making him embarrassed: "This... I..."

"Hahahaha… okay, follow me." Lathel laughed loudly: "If you want to work, you need to fill your stomach first, right?"

Hearing that, Rakka nodded and followed behind Lathel. Mody, in the distance, saw this scene and felt confused, but he didn't want to interrupt.

'It seems... the hero is indeed a hero.' Mody remembered Lathel's successful strengthening of the Demon Lord's seal and thought to himself: 'Even if Rakka becomes a madman, Lathel can still make friends.'

'Hopefully Lathel can help Rakka escape the darkness of the past and look towards the future.'

Mody nodded with satisfaction, then left.