Chapter 556 Simp
Villain Ch 556. Simp
Meanwhile, on another map near Eyon Village.
In the hushed serenity of the enchanted forest, the moon cast its ethereal glow upon the towering trees, their branches reaching out like fingers. The air was laced with a sense of tranquility, the kind that lured players seeking respite from the chaos of the gaming realm. A gentle breeze weaved through the leaves, creating a symphony of rustling whispers, while the canopy overhead painted a mosaic of shadows on the forest floor.
Yet, beneath this tranquil exterior, the equilibrium was disrupted by an unexpected disturbance. Amidst the melody of nature's whispers, an ominous sound reverberated—a clash of metal on metal, accompanied by the splintering protest of wood. A fierce battle unfolded. Blades sliced through the air with a sharp hiss.
In the middle of the forest, Shanty faced off against a huge monster that rose before her – a gargantuan tree monster standing an imposing two meters high. The creature's trunk, as thick as a fortress wall, was cloaked in a fiery red bark that seemed to pulse with otherworldly anger. Its roots sprawled out like gnarled claws, digging into the earth with an iron grip, while its branches twisted and contorted into menacing shapes, each tipped with sharp, thorn-like protrusions.
The very essence of the tree monster exuded an unsettling aura as if the ancient spirit of the forest had been twisted into a malevolent force. Its eyes, deep hollows within the bark, glowed with an ominous red. This content has its origins in n0v£lbin★
Treant <Level 34>
Shanty's dual daggers glinted in the moonlight as she gripped them tightly, the cool metal a reassuring extension of her determined will. The tree monster swung its massive tendrils at her with relentless force. Shanty danced with agile grace, a blur of motion as she dodged and weaved from side to side.
Shanty stood victorious, her breath heavy but triumphant. The fear that had gripped her moments ago transformed into exhilaration.
"Yes! I did it!" she said happily.
Shanty, fueled by the thrill of every monster she took down, felt the buzz of progress. Each monster she bested meant one step closer to catching up with Allen's level. She could almost picture the day they'd team up for some epic monster-slaying, and maybe, just maybe, he'd notice her skills and decide to drop some knowledge bombs on her.
"Just wait for me, Allen," she muttered under her breath, a self-encouragement mantra as she slashed through the underbrush.
But, pride came before the fall, and in this case, squeals of delight came before the chaos. Her triumphant whoops echoed through the woods, and that was probably the worst idea ever. The low growls, like an ominous soundtrack, started encircling her, and she didn't need surround sound to feel the danger closing in.
Red eyes blinked into existence around her, like creepy fireflies in a horror movie, all zeroing in on her like she was the main course at a digital feast. Five pairs of those ominous glowing orbs, the same ones that haunted her during the tree monster showdown, fixated on her.
"Oh no..." she muttered, the realization hitting her like a game over screen she didn't see coming. Regret wrapped its icy fingers around her excitement. Gripping her blades, her avatar's hands shook slightly as she scanned the horizon, trying to keep cool in the face of an unexpected ambush.
In the blink of an eye, the monsters lunged, their red eyes narrowing into hungry slits. Shanty's reflexes kicked in, and she dodged like her life depended on it – because it did. Blades flashed, her heart pounding in sync with the thuds of each strike. The battleground had turned into a desperate dance, and Shanty was determined to make it to the next level – or respawn trying.
Shanty's nimble dodges managed to keep her just out of reach of the monsters' snapping jaws and reaching tendrils. Those were close calls and calculated risks. But, in a cruel twist of fate, the ambush got the better of her. A monstrous tendon, almost as thick as her avatar, surged forward, threatening to ensnare her within its relentless grip.
Just as Shanty braced herself for the inevitable, the air was sliced with a swift, unexpected melody – the unmistakable twang of arrows cutting through the air. Arrows launched from somewhere behind her, flying with deadly accuracy. The projectiles found their mark simultaneously, each piercing the monsters with a satisfying thud.