“Urgh…” Staas quickly straightened up his back after how it got dislocated from the impact. Then he looked to the front and found the Master just staring at him with a mocking smile. The boy’s face quickly turned bitter. It was his first experience feeling the pain that intense and he definitely didn’t appreciate the disrespect from the guy who made him go through that. He lift his right hand and a black portal opened itself before his [Inventory Ring]. A winterstone spear stepped out of it, and Staas immediately grabbed it. With all his strength he then gritted his feet and aimed his body towards the final boss. *Shhtt!* Staas launched himself and spun his spear as he flew to heat up its momentum. He gave the man a couple of thrusts and slashes along with his charge. Yet even with how fast Staas' movement was, the Master manage to calmly dodge and block every single one of his attempts. “Hehe… no hard feeling kiddo.” With his bare feet, the man threw a couple of kicks to launch

“DIE!” Bathed in power, the Master swung his claws forward at where the boy stood with his mace and shield. His strike was so powerful the earth got cleaved in five lines. Some of the mangroves even got sliced out of existence as he was already blinded by rage. “Argh! He’s killing the hamadryads!” Staas managed to dodge that deadly attack, but he got so mad seeing those tree spirits perished by the attack. “Calm down, Staas. Everything on this nest will be restored once this stage finishes!” Adra shouted from above to make sure the boy won’t do anything reckless. “Grrr…” Staas growled as he tried to suppress his emotion. “People really should stop killing innocent nymphs.” The boy followed. “Unless?” The boss persisted in his wrath with his claws scratching every side imaginable. Staas tried his best to move all the mangroves so they didn’t get hit by that giant werebear. And he did a pretty decent job with it since the Master only attacks once at a time. On the other hand, the s

“Hello, mister dragonkin~” Gytha cheerfully approached a pair of dragonkin alongside Chesy near some kind of tavern named Tipsy Seduction. Staas charm painted all the people he saw during his meeting with Wyn at the Wingking Bat into the mind of Gytha and Chesy. But this time our nymph remembered the dragonkin personally as she saw him right in line with Staas when she waved at that All-father of her. “Hm? Oh, you’re the druid’s kin.” The dragonkin's expression turned bright as he remembered her. Well, it's hard to forget such unparalleled beauty. “What’s up, miss? Wanna get a drink with me?” “Uh, Dre… I know she’s gorgeous but isn’t she too young for alcohol?” Another dragonkin muttered to him with a worried face. She look a lot more youthful, yet still seemed powerful nonetheless. “No worries, Haf. She’s a daughter of a nymph. She’s probably as old as you or maybe even older. They said nymph age like a fine wine.” The male dragonkin assured his companion. “(You bet they are!)”

“Ack—” Staas threw the weakened succubus on the floor of his [House Cart]. Chesy was there, sitting on her bean bag, smiling like she always does, supposedly waiting for them to finish dealing with that demon. But now that said demon is here… still tied up. “Uhh… Your Grace? Why does she look… simpler? All her wounds gone too.” The centauride wondered, staring at the succubus in confusion. “She lost all her levels and added statistics, that’s why her muscle tone went gone. And with most of her charisma taken away, she becomes… uglier.” Adra explained. “Hmm…” Chesy tried to process that information with her newly increased intelligence. “Now… I read about this in the detective novel, they are ‘beating the shit’ out of the suspect to get information from him. Should we do that too, Adra?” Staas seeking guidance with his gaze looking down at the terrified succubus. “Sure. You can harm her, then heal her, then harm her again. On and on and on until we get everything out of her. Hope

“This might be bad, the fact that Gytha got affected, and so do I who gained the charm immunity from Master Fritzi, mean the mechanism of this spell isn’t as simple as aphrodisiac and seduction.” Adra put Chesy’s helmet back to hide her blushing face which complemented her ginger hair. “Though at least I can keep thinking straight thanks to Master. But my body felt like burning, it’s unsettling.” The half-mer walked back to his driver's seat. “Wait… Staas’ charm (spell) also can pierce my immunity, does that means these mists were created by the Shaman?” “If they are, then we only have a tiny bit of hope of suppressing it, let alone curing it.” The ride is now back on track and Adra once again spanked Chesy hard, to tell her to go on with her steps. Yet this one is harder than the one before, as he got influenced by the lust which he continued to breathe in. The squeal of the centauride could be heard echoing through her helmet. The pain she gained turned to pleasure, it’s retract