She rushed to the dragon horn the moment he said those words. Ursula extended her hand. Next moment a water piller the height of a hundred meters or so rose from the water. She moved the pillar around the ocean. On the shore, the filming team, who were slowly sailing in for the day, had the shock of their life when they saw the gigantic pillar. “ Film it ! Shoot ! Camera ! Camera ! Where are you ? “ The director scrambled, while the boat man started reversing the direction. “ Hey ! Hey ! We are not going back ! We can’t go back at this time ! “ the director screamed at the captain, but it was of no use. However, it was of no use in the end. The water pillar chased the boat all the way off the island, sending them back to the nearest Island town. Once they were out of the island’s periphery, the water pillar fizzed away in front of them. The Director wanted to return to the coiling dragon island. The captain of the boat refused no matter what, returning them to the island town.

Eric returned to his lounge chair completely unaware someone was setting sail with the sole intention of crushing him to pieces. He retrieved the three dimensional map of the ocean, kept casting ‘digitize’ at all the fishes he was seeing. When he got bored, he switched to the Disassembly game. He started disassembling all the trash appliances he received for spare parts. Then, shifted them all to inventory. He listed them for sale on the retail platform. Most of these appliances are out of date.Just like that, noon arrived. The noon sun is very hot. Fortunately, the island breeze is cool. The entire family laid down to rest inside the tent, including his grandfather. Eric fell into a deep sleep, the fatigue of the day catching up with him. ◇◆◇Fish swam peacefully in blue waters. Water gently lapped at his skin. There is only a slight opening in front of him to see, covered by corals and anemones. “ Ursula ! Ursula ! Where are you ?! Come out this instant, you little turtle ! You

Stevia Mangrove looked at the quest icon that popped up at 2 am in the night, pissed as a cat whose tail was stepped on. If it were normal times, she would have clicked yes, no matter how angry she was, for the quest does not allow you to take any action within the player system without accepting or rejecting the quest. She has a player system with research talent. She thought her ability was trash, but fortunately, she was able to meet Peter Ho. Together, they cleared the quest that allowed her to change her job to druid. She was very thankful to him. In due course, she joined his server. However, from the time she did, his behavior was one eighty. It’s as if he was some sort of noble, and she was a peasant. Stevia would not have it, so she broke up with him. Peter is stingy, petty, worse yet, timid. He is like a little mosquito that just would not get out, but will not get near enough to get killed. So, she decidedly moved away to this small island. O

As the hoodie guy’s body dissipated in the air, a small skill ball dropped from the body. Eric swam as fast as he could, ignoring the sharks all over the place, grabbing the ball, then heading straight for the small crack inside the sea wall. His pathfinder ability shone in this short swim, allowing him to avoid sharks, as well as nab the skill ball. He breathed silently, with his nose barely a millimeter above water level. In front of his eyes, a concise map of eight inches is formed, showing the scene above. Around Peter Ho, a red circle is drawn, showing his area of influence. At the same time, a vertical red circle was drawn with him as center, then, it started spinning. The vertical red circle will cut through me, Eric realized as the circle started spinning slowly. He just had this feeling he would be dead meat the moment the red circle touches him. So, he slid sideways, attached himself to the crack as flexibly as he could while holding his breath. It felt like even his breat

[ FOUND YOU ] The message flashed in blood red color. Eric closed the console out of reflex. His grandfather knocked on the cabin door, telling him they are starting their return journey. He settled in the seat, lowering his posture, peeking through the sun tinted windows. ‘ There’s no bloody way he really found me. ‘ He opened the console once more. The message flashed in blood red. He did not touch the message, but the flashing green ‘ Tip ‘ icon. [ This is a broadcast type message. The message vanishes when host touches it. ] Eric calmed down. This message seemed to be sent by the level ten player Peter. So, it’s a scare tactic.If he were still on the Island, he would have jumped up in fright, giving himself away. He already escaped, so the message is of no great concern. If only he knew … ◆◇◆In the Island town … An hour later … Peter stumbled on to the pier with frayed pants and bites all over his body. He had no idea that a druid’s fighter plants are so tough. The lit