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Screw the Sage Mr. Monkey, that's not what he meant.
“So...” Screw flailed the shattered teacup, checking to see whether there was still a love of my life within. Screw drops the teacup and glances at the two ladies in front of him after checking it for any remaining liquid. “What's next?” he asked. [Are you questioning me or them?] The system, too, has no idea what's going on. “Mr. Screw, are five royalties not enough?” May inquires softly. “How about we make it ten royalties, and you can add something if it works for you?” Screw taps his left-pointing finger three times on the table, and the two women swallow as they wait for his response. “What's the catch?” Screw asked again, randomly. Joy clutched her massive shield and sword as she realized something was awry. After that inquiry, his aura instantly altered, and Joy felt a huge weight suddenly crush her. May didn't squint after that question either; she attempted to seem more valiant in front of Screw; even her garments were soiled from the last combat. “Mr. Screw, we are looki
Screw the Sage Heavy Knight vs. Self-proclaimed Sage.
Joy is still fighting the second Berserk baboon from behind. She was too concentrated on her battle to see anything else, and she used her speed to get as close to this frightening beast as she could. [Shield Bash]* The Berserk Baboons halt the shield bash with both hands. They now control both sides of the shield. “What?!” “It's supposed to get stunned for a split second.” Joy was taken aback, but she continued her onslaught. She thrust her sword forward, aiming for the baboon's neck. The baboon clearly saw the threat and moved his neck to the right to avoid it. The knight had anticipated his move, and she had chopped her opponent downward with a powerful slash, another vital talent for a knight. The baboon was struck, and another thrust strike was headed for its midsection. The knight didn't finish her combination; after striking with a thrust blow, she used [Cyclone]*. The air around Joy was drawn in by the aura of her blade and began whirling. She was continually attacking he
Screw the Sage Caravan.
“Is that where the village location is?” she wondered as she noticed a cloud of smoke in the distance. “I need to check it out.” She hurried as fast as she could, but was astonished and bewildered when she noticed her surroundings begin to move backward. A brilliant light arose and was absorbed by her former spot. She suddenly realized she had returned to reality, this time in the gloomy attic. She looked around, retrieved the cursed book, and placed it inside her bag as she slowly regained her calm. With a heavy sigh, she began to stroll down the steps. When she arrived and opened the back door, a cool breeze caressed her skin. “I'm ready,” she said, walking to the main road and approaching the city gate. Her gaze surveyed the city, taking in the grandeur of all the buildings and stores. There is a lot of history behind the people who live here. When they talk about their lives, they make you feel at ease. When she arrived, she noticed a lot of people coming in and out of the city g
Screw the Sage I'm seeking for a decent location to stay.
The city was not particularly large, but the residents were ecstatic. When word spread that a dungeon was sprouting on Malaska Plain, several merchants rushed inside. A guy approached the caravan while examining the surroundings. “Good to see you all arrived safely,” he replied, bowing to them. “As scheduled, we arrive on time; where should we stay?” The guy grinned and motioned for the caravan to follow him. They arrive at the local inn and instructed the members of the caravan to stay and rest for a while and before daybreak they must ready to go to the Malaska plain. The young girl use this time to buy more necessity for her own survival and prepare for the upcoming adventure inside the dungeon. They arrived at a nearby inn and advised the caravan members to stop and relax for a time before departing towards the Malaska plain before daylight. The little girl takes this time to stock up on supplies for her own survival and prepare for the approaching adventure inside the dungeon.
Screw the Sage How would you feel if your friend died in front of you?
A bunch of folks rummaged through some lost grass in the middle of the glaring heat. Others utilized it for medicinal reasons, while others used it as a main meal. It's been weeks since the great village exodus. Many locals became depressed since they didn't know what to do and had lost hope. “If the great chief had not died inside our village, he would have survived and led us; maybe we would have known what to do,” one of the village survivors explained. “We can't do anything; those bandits attack us unexpectedly and without hesitation.” A lady embraces a bundle of grass and inquires, “Why do those bandits attack us? Is it because we agreed to call an adventurer from the guild?” After Screw and the adventurers leave the settlement, everything happens so quickly. They have the impression that someone is following their every move after they leave. They first assumed those were the creatures from outside the hamlet, and they were certain that the adventurers they had recruited would
Screw the Sage When she bites back.
Another wolf came in and lunged at Gura; she escaped the onslaught and slapped its neck with a stick. The wolf, beaten by the stick, rises up and looks at Gura's position. *Grrr* The other wolf sat back and let him hit once again. This time, instead of attacking, the wolf circled Gura, targeting and positioning itself to charge with its claws. She didn't move an inch. Outside, she's as tranquil as water, but on the inside, a seething wave of excitement devours her. She wishes to taste it. That is all over her head. The wolf pounced again after numerous circlings, but this time with more tremendous leg force. He prepared his sharp claws to claw Gura's back and then aim for her neck for a kill. But the wolf was taken aback when Gura moved and confronted his attack head-on, as if she had anticipated it. She flicked her wrist and flung the stick, striking the wolf's nose and causing the creature to lose its equilibrium. This allows Gura to jump into the wolf's body, retrieve her dagger
Screw the Sage Better luck next time.
The wolf tribes' pact leader is well aware of what is going on. He is not as foolish as the other wolves, who just act on instinct. The wolf clan head recognized that the small lady in front of him was not normal; he recognized it right away, which is why he stood up to end her right away but failed. The small child was no longer the same as in the earlier encounter. His hair is screaming at him to flee as far as possible, leaving everyone behind. But his wolf blood prevents him from doing so. The final battle This is the last showdown between him and her—the wolf tribe's proudest leader versus the human civilization's small girl. Both warriors' blood is on fire, and they can't wait to taste more. The pact leader prepared its claws by lowering its front torso, and all of its furs stood up, creating an electric energy momentum between the skin and the fur. He growls loudly, warning everyone not to approach him because he'll be going all out against the bleeding, insane young girl. Gur
Screw the Sage Ghost hunting.
The man switched his camera on quickly as he felt something strange behind his back. “As you can see, there's nothing here, right?” and he continued walking. “But rumors say that there's something going on here.” “Hello?” he said. “Alright guys, it gets weird as hell here. The temperature plummeted,” but before he could finish, a lady slammed the table and knocked the laptop off. She frowned at the man, who doesn't do any research but is watching a horror movie flick that he found online. He frowned and said, “Hey! I'm still watching.” When he noticed her staring at him, he stopped talking. She folds her arms in frustration and asks, “Have you found anything interesting these past few days, huh? Edward?” He passed the papers he had been compiling for days and added, “Of course I did; now look at this.” She raised an eyebrow as she opened the folder and said, “Really? Ghost investigation?” He nods in agreement. She folds the folder she's carrying and hits him in the head with it, ask
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