The three of them, Nash, Dragonclaw, and Gron, arrived at the lair of the Sphinxion. They found the massive monster sleeping, its belly swollen from devouring other players who had dared to challenge it. Time was of the essence, and Nash didn't want to waste another minute.Nash took a deep breath and activated the system's instructions on how to defeat the Sphinxion. With Dragonclaw and Gron by his side, they prepared for the battle ahead. The air was tense with anticipation as they approached the slumbering beast.Nash's voice rang out, breaking the silence. "Dragonclaw, Gron, follow my lead! We need to execute the plan flawlessly if we want to take down this monster."Dragonclaw nodded, his eyes focused and determined. "Got it, Nash. I'm with you all the way."Gron tightened his grip on his weapon, a fierce determination etched on his face. "Let's do this, guys. We've come too far to back down now."Together, they approached the Sphinxion, careful not to make any sudden movements t
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
“Keurgh!”Nash engaged in a fierce battle against Vexul, the master of spatial manipulation, Nekron, a half-necromancer with dark magic at his disposal, and Morgrath, a relentless melee fighter with devastating burst skills. The clash between their abilities pushed Nash to the brink of exhaustion.[Warning: Your HP is in dangerous state. Please take a rest or drink a Health Potion to restore your HP.](Damn! I don’t have time even to pull a potion right now!)“Come! Flame Slash!”Unleashing his flame sword, a powerful weapon he had acquired from a previous battle, Nash fought with all his might. The flames danced and crackled, striking at his opponents with searing intensity. However, Vexul's space skill proved to be a formidable defense, as he effortlessly dodged and evaded Nash's fiery onslaught.“Keh—it’s that all you got after babbling and bragging? You’re just a trash, Nash. A big trash.”“I’ll kill that motherfucker with my fist!” Morgrath charged forward and released a hard blo
“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
"Excuse me, oops— I'm sorry."An orange cup with a white plastic straw fell to the floor when someone hit it with her elbow, and she received a death stare."Do you wish to die now, huh?" The cup owner, a big man three times her size, looked at her menacingly. He had just lost a bet when his pick died on the battlefield, resulting in the loss of nearly 50 gold coins. Now, a petite-looking girl stood in front of him with a half-dumbfounded expression after making his last orange cup fall to the floor. "I'll—""Please, let her go, mister. Here's a small compensation for your loss."From the girl's side, a young man hurriedly stood in front of her, as if protecting her from the big and somewhat intimidating man. He held out a pocket to the man, causing the big man to raise his eyebrow in confusion. However, when he heard the heavy clink from the pocket, he decided to take it quickly."Now you understand, boy! I forgive you, I forgive you, hahaha!" The big man left with a wide smile on hi
"Hurry, come in here. It's safer here!"A girl pulled the overwhelmed young man's hand, pushing through the crowd that tried to reach out to interview him. Without hesitation, the young man followed the girl's lead and entered a closed room that wasn't crowded—only a few participants who had made it through the second round were there."Whew, that was close. Wasn't it?"The young man then removed the mask he had been wearing for approximately 22 hours in the labyrinth and revealed his face covered in sweat."Yes, you're right. I didn't expect there would be so many journalists waiting for us at the finish line." He paused for a moment, then suddenly touched the girl's cheek. "El, your cheek is bleeding. Did you get scratched earlier?"Elaine blinked in surprise when Nash suddenly touched her cheek. She quickly pushed Nash's hand away and covered her reddened cheek out of embarrassment. "Ah, it's nothing. Just a small scratch.""Tch," Nash scoffed at Elaine's stubbornness. He then put
"Ugh, why are there so many people? I can't even find a way to escape," Chisato muttered as she got trapped in a crowded crowd at the waiting area for the qualifying participants. Prince Hassan had ordered Chisato to buy some snacks because he was hungry, despite the fact that Hassan had been eating all day, but he was still hungry. Chisato wanted to refuse, but she knew deep down that she was only surviving on Hassan's kindness as the prince of Iskandarien. Chisato would definitely be a homeless person on the streets if Hassan hadn't offered her a job at that time, although sometimes Chi felt that Hassan just wanted to toy with her."Sigh, I better get out soon and find some snacks before that food-loving prince comes looking for me and ends up disappearing who knows where." Chi clenched her fists earnestly before gathering the courage to step through the sea of people.Were they so curious about the masked participant?"Excuse me, coming through.""Excuse meee.""Sorry, sorry. Excus
Nash had a strange dream. He was in the midst of a great battle where monsters escaped from the tower where they were imprisoned and attacked everyone, including civilians and players. The dream felt incredibly real as Nash could hear people screaming as the monsters chased and tore them apart, while the players were busy defeating the monsters and couldn't save the trapped civilians in the chaos. "What is this? Why am I dreaming such terrible things again?" Nash still remembered the last time he had a bad dream, which turned out to be a reality. However, that was because the dream was a memory of Nash as an NPC repeating a game script, but this time Nash was no longer just an NPC but also a part of Heaven of Terraria. So, what did all of this mean? "In a little while, Heaven of Terraria will reach its final arc." A voice suddenly came from beside Nash, causing him to spontaneously turn and see the figure. Nash was taken aback when he realized that the figure was someone he knew.