"Are you sure this is the way?" Nash asked with a doubtful look. He didn't want to doubt Snow's ability, but the path in front of them seemed very strange. Nash had always thought a labyrinth was a place with many paths leading to dead ends, with monsters lurking within. But now, he couldn't help but think that there was a bridge in the labyrinth."My map wasn't wrong! This path leads to the finish portal!" Snow defended herself, hugging her map tightly.Nash looked down and saw a pool of lava beneath the bridge. It was so hot that bubbles were forming, ready to burst at any moment.Plop! Pssssssssh—Plop! Plop! Psssssssh—A pebble fell into the lava pool and immediately melted. Nash shuddered at the thought of not just falling pebbles, but a human body."Why did you two stop? Let's continue the journey. We don't have much time to waste. We only have two choices: forward or backward," Elaine said. She stepped onto the wooden bridge tied with ropes, cautiously moving forward. The bridg

"Keurghhhh!" shouted one of the men whose body was covered in plant thorns as Nash stabbed the man's heart with a sword. All the thorns on his body then fell off, and he fell before dying from the loss of blood.Nash had finished half of Dragonclaw's group, and the young man was trying to be as efficient as possible in conserving HP and MP so he wouldn't faint from exhaustion. However, even though Nash wanted it that way, it couldn't be denied that everyone in front of him was a player and not an NPC. Each of them had their own unique skills and was equally strong.Dragonclaws didn't attack.The man was born to cheat and stab him in the back. He waited until Nash was exhausted before delivering the final blow. Now, Dragonclaw stood at the back of the line with his arms folded, watching the fierce battle of ten against one.Indeed, one person, because Elaine provided assists from behind and prevented the enemy from surrounding Nash, while Snow stood confused, holding a wooden stick. He

“Can you tell me more about the monster we will fight after this?”As they continued their walk and getting closer to the monster lair, Nash chose to ask Dragonclaw about the detail of the monster.Dragonclaw took a deep breath and turned to face Nash, his expression grave. "Listen up, kid. The monster we're about to face is no ordinary foe. It's a Chimera, a creature born from the fusion of two or three legendary monsters. I've encountered it before and lost."Nash's eyes widened in anticipation. "What does it look like, Dragonclaw? Tell me everything."Dragonclaw's voice quivered slightly as he recounted his encounter. "This Chimera has the body of a fearsome dragon, its scales gleaming with an eerie, poisonous glow. Its wings are enormous, able to create gusts of wind that can knock you off your feet. From the neck up, it possesses the head of a roaring lion, its sharp fangs dripping with venomous saliva."Gron exchanged worried glances, he looked like filled with traume from previ

117. Meeting With Them Again (1)As the excitement of their victory subsided, Nash felt a sense of exhaustion creeping in. He yearned for a moment of respite at the Safe Point, where he could recover and strategize for the next phase of their journey, as well as reunited again with Elaine and Snow. Turning to Dragonclaw and Gron, he voiced his intentions.“I think it's time for me to head to the Safe Point and take a breather. We've earned it after that intense battle."Dragonclaw grinned mischievously, his eyes gleaming with playful sarcasm. "Oh, so The Mimic, the mighty fire-wielder, needs a little rest, huh? Can't handle the heat anymore?"Gron chuckled a little, joining in on the banter.Nash rolled his eyes, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "Oh, you two are just jealous of my newfound fiery skills. But don't worry, I'll save some enemies for you to defeat."Dragonclaw feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. "Me? Jealous? Never! I'll just find a way to han

“We surrounded all of them!”“Guard them so no one can escape!”As the crowd gathered, Nash stood triumphant, the victor of the intense battle against Vexul, Nekron, and Morgrath. The defeated members of the Arcane Guild were now bound, surrounded by a group of nearly ten individuals, ensuring their capture. Nash, wearied from the arduous fight, wore an expression of exhaustion and fatigue, yet a sense of satisfaction shone through.Vexul, his teeth gritted in frustration, refused to accept his defeat, his eyes filled with a fiery determination that mirrored his unyielding spirit. "This... this cannot be! I will not accept this outcome!"Nash, with a stoic gaze, addressed Vexul, his voice laced with weariness yet an unwavering resolve. "Your arrogance blinds you, Vexul. Accept your defeat with some semblance of grace."Meanwhile, Morgrath, filled with desperation, made a futile attempt to escape the clutches of his captors. However, his efforts were in vain as he found himself surroun