“I never thought I’ll get to witness your ‘immortality’ so soon.” Adra hesitantly said as the three walked out of the second stage. “Ahaha…” Gytha awkwardly chuckled. “Better not talk about it.” The girl glanced her eyes to Staas who quietly led them on the front. “Does it hurt? You know… dying?” Adra whispered as silently as he could. “Depends on which one.” She answered with a weak smile. “Say no more, I get the gist.” As they continue to walk, they realized the path between the silver door and the gold door wasn’t filled with some kind of arena where tons of werebear hunt them to death. Instead, lines of stalls stood tall with all kinds of tools and equipment free for the picking for them to prepare themselves to fight against the final boss. And at the end of the path, they saw the Bear Maiden chilling behind a desk with all kinds of crossbows presented before her, ranging from the most primitive one to the newest and most advanced repeater crossbow. While in her hand laid
“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
“Oh! I can hear them…” Staas then proceeded to sniff the air. “Ugh!” His face got instantly retracted. “Smelled like a drunken dwarf…”The mist was thick, but it didn’t contain any poison or drug like the one used by the Lamia. Staas could still hear all kinds of noise going around the stage.But…“That’s… too many!” Even though he could hear footsteps, he couldn’t tell which one is whose. The number of water splashing sounds from creatures walking was so numerous, it was actually distracting to hear them.“Gytha! Adra! Where are you!” The boy called out to his friends to at least know where he should not hit.*T-t-tuack!*Out of nowhere, crossbow bolts started barraging him as his voice spread throughout the room. Fortunately at least, he could still recognize their noise and grew a circle of ash trees to shield him from them.“Nevermind! Don’t answer!” He sounded a bit panicked as he shouted that.This time however, not a single bolt came flying at him. The werebears know it was fut
“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
“Welcome back, Your Grace.” As the three opened the Sagittarius Party’s house door, they were greeted by Chesy who calmly bowed at them while wearing only an apron to cover her front self. “Hm? Chesy...? What in Goddess’ name are you wearing!?” Adra was shocked by her attire, especially since he knew that she didn’t pick it up herself. “Miss Mara asked me to wear it for my cooking training with her.” The centauride answered. “That witch…” The half-mer acted as if he was angry, but he clearly enjoying the view. “Cooking? Does that mean you already finished adding her intelligence, Ceri?” Staas curiously said to the elf. “Yup! All done and good.” Ceri's face formed smugly as she went busy sipping her tea on the sofa facing the door in front of the fireplace. “Here, you can see it for yourself.” She then handed Chesy’s [Specification] back to Staas. The boy walked toward her to grab it, and swiftly head back to his party to look at it alongside them. —Chesy— [Lvl: 1] [Strength:
“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!)”
“Ohh? So you guys decided to come out?” As the succubus fell limp on her knees in fear, twelve unclothed women with gloomy wood-colored skin showed themselves before Staas. They walked themselves out of the church’s wooden infrastructure. “You have revealed yourself, All-father. It’ll be rude for us if we just kept sleeping inside this abandoned place of worship... dedicated to you for centuries.” They’re the nymphs of Blackswamp, the dryads of this townlet. And judging from their beauty alone, it’s easy to tell that they are one of the older creatures of this world. A difference between hamadryads and dryads is their ability to leave their trees. Hamadryads can only partially pull themselves out of their trees, showing a huge part of their body, yet still attached to it, while dryads, on the other hand, can walk out freely as long as it’s not far enough from the trees they’re bound to. And for these ladies, the limit is this entire townlet. “Really?” Staas didn’t get why that wa
“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