Chapter 594 Not Jealousy, But Personal Vendetta

Chapter 594 Not Jealousy, But Personal Vendetta

Villain Ch 594. Not Jealousy, But Personal Vendetta

Allen's internal excitement bubbled beneath the surface as he reveled in the newfound speed and power granted by Father^Alex's buffs. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, darting from one glinted blade to the other. 'This is insane! I've never felt this fast!' he jubilantly thought to himself. The prospect of his Priestess Military Chief Ghost providing similar buffs crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it, recognizing that player buffs often outshone those of monsters or boss creatures.Where Stories Blossom: N♡vεlB¡n.

Lost in contemplation, the idea of kidnapping Father^Alex for his incredible support crossed Allen's mischievous thoughts. The allure of having such a skilled healer permanently by their side seemed tempting, but before he could delve further into this amusing notion, Father^Alex's voice snapped him back to reality.

lightsnοvεl "Did you just solo an Undead Royal Guard?" said Father^Alex, his disbelief and shock unmistakable.

This statement acted like a splash of cold water for Allen, instantly snapping him out of his reverie. He turned to Father^Alex, a perplexed expression etching across his face. "Yes. Is that not normal?" he queried, a hint of confusion knitting his brow. The healer's reaction hinted that perhaps Allen had just achieved something beyond the ordinary, something that had evoked shock.

In a bid to decipher the situation, Allen cast a hopeful glance at the girls, seeking clarification from their expressions. However, the girls' faces mirrored his own confusion. It was a collective puzzle, and the girls were equally in the dark about this.

"That's not normal," Father^Alex stated with a touch of emphasis, his experience as a healer guiding his evaluation. He began outlining the typical party composition for tackling Undead Royal Guards, delving into the intricacies of roles and skills required. Tanks, DPS, and a healer offering support and healing as needed—this was the conventional approach, and Allen's apparent solo feat deviated sharply from the norm.

Usually, the good composition of a team was necessary since the Undead Royal Guard had fast movements and was similar to an assassin while its attacks were similar to a warrior. Apart from that, its endurance and number of HP were almost similar to a knight. That was why this monster gave a lot of EXP and good loot like Undead Rusty Ring or Royal Soldier Emblem which could cost 1,500 coins each even though it was only common type loot.

Listening to the healer's explanation, Allen maintained a forced smile, approaching the group. He acknowledged, "Well, I guess I'm one of a kind then," a chuckle escaping him as he hoped to lighten the mood. His words carried a hint of playful bravado, seeking to downplay the peculiarity of the situation.

Father^Alex, contemplating Allen and his unconventional group dynamics, couldn't deny the possibility of their unorthodox strategy being effective. His attention shifted to Shea and the rest of the group, recognizing their uniqueness as well. A wry smile formed on his lips as he internally acknowledged, 'They're not normal either.' However, in Allen's case, there was an undeniable magnetism that set him apart.

He observed Allen's interactions with the group, sensing an innate ability to captivate attention. 'That's why his previous team left him. This guy could steal anyone's spotlight without even trying,' Father^Alex mused, acknowledging the charisma that seemed to surround Allen.

The sudden realization dawned on Sophia, creating a mental picture of Allen surrounded by this group of girls. It added a layer of complexity to his motives—perhaps his decision to remain in a guild with a less-than-stellar reputation was influenced by the bonds he'd formed with these female companions.

Jealousy began to smolder within Sophia's heart, a subtle ember fueled by a mix of displeasure and annoyance. She couldn't comprehend the magnetic pull he seemed to exert on them. It left her with a gnawing question—what was it about Allen that drew them in so effortlessly?

Her skepticism veered toward suspicion. It couldn't be merely love; Sophia was convinced there was something more, something they sought from Allen. Her mind churned with discontent. Each girl, like her, was part of the same gender, sharing the common ground of being players in the virtual world. Yet, there they were, orbiting around Allen as if he held some mystical allure.

Sophia's annoyance deepened. She felt a sense of injustice—

why did Allen receive such unwarranted attention? What did he possess that captivated these girls so thoroughly? It wasn't just a matter of affection; it was as if Allen held the key to something profound, something that resonated with each of them.

In Sophia's eyes, the situation unfolded like an intricate puzzle. The connections they formed, especially with someone like Allen, weren't mere coincidences. Sophia's instinct told her that there was an underlying motive, a shared purpose that bound them to Allen.

Was it because of Allen's fighting skills? Or was it because of the tournament's money prize?

A tumult of thoughts swirled in her mind. The girls surrounding Allen, and the undeniable bond they shared seemed like an orchestrated retaliation for her past betrayal. A pang of guilt crept in as she wondered if Allen had strategically woven this intricate web to make her feel the sting of regret.

'Is this your revenge because I betrayed you?' Sophia's mind questioned, a hint of vulnerability hidden behind her composed exterior. She refused to let this apparent setback defeat her; after all, she held her own sinister plan close to her chest.

Determination flickered in her eyes as she silently addressed Allen in her thoughts, her tone a mix of defiance and conviction. 'No, Allen. You won't escape me that easily. You will come back to me and love me again. You'll fall for me, just like before,' she resolved, a scheming glint in her eyes.

This was no longer just about jealousy; it was a personal vendetta, a battle of wits and emotions that Sophia was determined to win. And her prize was Allen.