"Don't worry, I won't just jab it in all at once. I'll do it slowly, ensuring that you'll feel absolutely comfortable~"
Behind the hillock, the tentacles of the Titan Skull, which held the hearing device, began to tremble.
Meanwhile, Unihorn Ghost King and the others, who also tapped into the sound signal using their unique methods, were utterly wide-eyed and breathless, unable to utter a single word.
Something's off! This isn't right! Why was the situation taking such a bizarre turn? It couldn't possibly be what they imagined, could it? It was impossible!
Yet, in the very next moment, Little's voice came through again.
"Then—let's start—if we must."
"Alright! I'm about to proceed, don't get tense, take deep breaths. Everyone has their first time!"
"Mhm~ Ready..."
The next sound was Little's voice, suddenly sharp with surprise.
"Ah! It's in! It's in! It went all the way in!"
Titan Skull: "!!!"
Female Skull: "!!!"
Unihorn Ghost King: "(ΩДΩ)!!!"
In an instant, with a swipe of his tentacle, the Titan Skull split the nearby hillock in two, flames of fury burning atop his head.
"Damn it all-"
The Titan Skull seemed on the verge of total loss of control. He flung the entire hillock into the air (╯‵皿′)╯︵Ѧ.
"No one stop me!! Let me kill him!! That scoundrel lured my daughter here for this vile act—I'll destroy him! I'll—"
The Titan Skull roared, charging forward. Behind him, the female skull (〃＞皿＜) tried to pull him back with all her might using her tentacles.
"Must be a misunderstanding—it has to be! My daughter, like us, doesn't have a body—"
The Titan Skull slapped the ground with its tentacles, roaring, "Nowhere else would be acceptable either! I'll—"
And the expressions of Unihorn Ghost King and the others became contorted, as if on the verge of breaking.
Such audacity! Truly a paragon of bravery!
At that moment, without exception, including Unihorn Ghost King, all the elite guards held an indescribable sense of admiration for the human named "Lynne."
True warriors face the bleakness of life head-on! And the bravest of them all can confront an Origin level and stand tall!
How mighty must one be to lure someone with just a letter, and without hesitation, take them to the backyard for some intense operations? This man was invincible!
Trembling with anticipation, they couldn't help but continue listening.
"Ah—something strange—is oozing out—"
"It's normal. By the way, did it hurt? My technique is always top-notch!"
"Mhm(ω)—It didn't hurt—though it feels weird—it's slippery and—quite comfortable—"
"That's good to hear~ Wait, haven't I reached the end? Little, stay still, let me inspect closely."
"Ahh—don't bring your face too close—it'll get dirty—so dirty—"
"No worries, I'll grab a lamp. I'll pry it open for a better look; it's too deep to see clearly!"
As they tuned into the ongoing voice signals, the expressions of Unihorn Ghost King and the others solidified into pure shock. Their jaws almost hit the ground.
So powerful! So audacious! They seemed to be having quite an intense moment! They couldn't listen any longer! If they did, they felt they might lose their innocence! This man truly was a formidable presence from every angle!
Now, he finally understood why his elder brother was adamant about taking that guy down. He played too many games with his niece!
...
In the backyard of the potion shop, Lynne vigorously pried open the massive skull's ear canal, holding up a lamp to peek inside with keen curiosity. He could faintly make out large amounts of sticky foam, tainted with the ear's internal grime, seeping out.
"Found the problem!" Lynne, wielding the lamp, beamed at Little and gave him a thumbs-up. "It's just a blockage. But don't worry, with my special lubricating oil and foaming agent, a few prods should do the trick!"
Little (ω) replied, "Thank you so much!"
[Ding! Little's Trust in you +1]
Without another word, Lynne quickly picked up a brush and vigorously poked into Little's ear canal, removing a large chunk of dirt lodged deep within. In no time at all, Lynne had cleared out all the blockages in the ear.
Smiling, Lynne inquired, "Does it feel clearer now?"
Little, listening intently to distant sounds, responded in amazement, "Hmm!—I seem to hear—much more than before! You're—amazing, doctor—"
[Ding! Little's Favorability towards you +10]
[Ding! Little's Trust in you +10]
Lynne flashed a thumbs-up, and with a shimmering grin, where his teeth gleamed, he laughed, "That was just the beginning! We need to address the other areas as well. Here I go!"
"Eh?—"
...
In the distant hillock.
"Ahaha(*≧▽≦)—It's been put into the mouth again—Don't casually touch the upper and lower jaws—It feels so strange—"
"Hmm—the cheeks are bulging—turning into a peculiar shape—"
"Oh wow, ah-choo(≧▽≦)—Some sticky fluid got on my face—it's so slippery—don't release it so carelessly—"
"Eh? Does it have beautifying effects? Please make sure—it's spread evenly—"
Behind the hillock, a group of Unihorn Ghosts (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;))) stood beside their equipment, forcibly enduring the increasingly bizarre and intense sounds coming from the other side.
The furious Titan Skull was firmly wrapped in place by the female skull's tentacles, its muffled mouth emitting enraged roars, its eyes blazing like they were about to split open, burning with hysterical fury.
"Wha—wha—!!"
The Titan Skull roared in anger.
The female hunter, with a blank expression, held a tentacle to half her face, murmuring, "My daughter—has grown up—"
Beside her, Unihorn Ghost King nodded absently, muttering, "It actually... lasted over two hours..."
At that moment, his admiration for the youth named Lynne flowed like a mighty river, unstoppable and vast.
Truly! He could no longer think of any words to describe his feelings. Just a head, and yet so many tricks were played... If there was still a body... It would be unimaginable!!
...
[Ding! Unihorn Ghost King's admiration for you +50]
[Ding! Unihorn Ghost King's admiration for you +80]
[Ding! Unihorn Ghost King's admiration for you +100]
[Ding! Congratulations on triggering the achievement: Recognition from a Big Shot. You've gained 200 Experience]
[Recognition from a Big Shot: A special achievement earned when a King-level existence genuinely admires and appreciates you. You have gained a permanent buff: All attributes +10, Charm +1.]
While helping Little wash her face with bubbles, Lynne paused, looking around in confusion. He was completely baffled.
How did he receive thisr peculiar achievement? He hadn't done anything extraordinary here! Could it be because someone had watched last night's video? Or perhaps his Critical Strike Potion had been recognized by some big shot? Hmm... It seemed very likely, given that his potions were unique and perfect, produced by the system itself.
With that thought, Lynne's spirits lifted. His actions, as he cared for Little's skin, became even more adept.
[Ding! Little's Favorability towards you +1]
[Ding! Little's Favorability towards you +1]
What he was unaware of was that in another direction of Wandering Soul Lane, a tall figure clad in a black cloak emerged slowly from the mists, appearing at the entrance of Wandering Soul Lane. He squinted, the mechanical structures on his cheeks pulsating with an eerie gleam.
Behind him, two massive flesh puppets appeared, their vast pupils emotionlessly staring at Wandering Soul Lane, coming to a stop behind him. Also appearing were countless human-headed spider hunters. At first glance, they were densely packed.
"We have arrived!"
Mech-Demon said with narrowed eyes. Ever since the conclusion of yesterday's battle, he had swiftly mobilized a large force from the Demonfolk Association, speeding towards this location. The image of that human youth surfaced again in his mind—the one who could incorporate his cutting-edge biological weapon into himself.
"I hope you haven't fled." He said, narrowing his eyes, his expression cold. "Otherwise, it would be far less entertaining!"
He already had plans for what was to come. His aim was to capture alive if possible, then take the individual to his lab to dissect and closely study the unique aspects of that human. Perhaps with this specimen, he could make significant advancements in the creation of the Demonfolk Association's subsequent biological weapons.
To ensure success, he had used his authority this time, mobilizing two Type 3 Flesh-Blood Puppets at once, and added to the mix were a multitude of hunters. With this kind of force, even King-level entities would wisely detour. He was absolutely confident this time.
A cold smirk appeared on his face.
"You should feel honored that I, the Vice President, have personally come to deal with you. Your death won't be in vain! Move out!"
His eyes dark and foreboding, he led the hunters and flesh puppets into Wandering Soul Lane.
…
Meanwhile, as Lynne cheerfully wiped Little's face with a towel in the backyard, a system prompt suddenly rang in his ear.
[Ding! You've triggered a special task: Leave a Complete Corpse. Task Introduction: Strive to survive, and if you can't, at least try to leave your corpse in the best condition possible.]
[Task Reward: 5 Black Skull Coins, Experience: 3000, Special Reward x1]
[Leave a Complete Corpse Bonus: 50 Hell Black Skull Coins, Titanium Alloy Coffin x1, Wreaths x5, Graceful Suit x1.]
Lynne's movements froze in an instant. Yet swiftly, he regained his composure, his expression quickly returning to calm.
Triggered a mission?! It seemed exactly as he had guessed. After enduring two failed attempts at hunting him down, the Demonfolk Association had finally decided to dispatch a stronger entity to deal with him, hadn't they? And since the system had already issued the mission, it meant that the crisis was imminent!
Moreover, this mission was a tad bit outlandish! Had the standards for completing missions lowered to such an extent?!
In his mind, an image flashed—himself in a dignified suit, holding flowers, peacefully lying in a titanium alloy coffin, while outside, hell money fluttered, wreaths drifted...
An entire process had already been arranged!
Lin En gritted his teeth in an instant, his expression turning serious. But fortunately, thanks to his quick wit in inviting Little over last night. Even though the master hadn't returned, it was almost there.
"Little, are you hungry?" Lynne turned around, gazing earnestly at the freshly scrubbed Little by his side.
Little (ω) replied, "Is it a feast— I haven't eaten anything for three days—"
Lynne earnestly raised his thumbs up, smiling: "Don't worry, the takeout I ordered has arrived. It's definitely a feast among feasts, I guarantee it'll make you feel completely full this time!"
...
On Wandering Soul Lane, just outside the potion shop, billowing black mists rolled to the sides, dissipating gradually. Out of the thick fog, Mech-Demon, with a somber expression, took measured steps forward. Behind him loomed two massive flesh puppets, followed by an endless horde of hunters.
"Halt!"
He abruptly raised his hand, signaling the massive army behind him to stop. His gaze immediately settled on a young man who slowly appeared from the shadows ahead on the street.
Dressed in linen, Lynne stood there confidently with arms crossed, a slight curve to his lips, and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He appeared calm and collected, staring right back at them.
Mech-Demon narrowed his eyes. He instantly recognized the boy. It was Lynne, the very same individual who had destroyed one of his hunter units the previous night.
Could it be? Had he not fled? And now, he was standing there, brazen and bold, confronting them?
"What's going on?" he thought.
"Welcome, esteemed guests," Lynne greeted with a smile, bowing slightly in a gentlemanly manner, adjusting his monocle. "I've been expecting you for quite some time."
The audacity in his demeanor was unmistakable.
...
Meanwhile, on Vision World.
[Informant: Latest update from Wandering Soul Lane! Warning! Current danger level at its peak! Aside from Origin-level creatures, a large number of top-tier puppets have been spotted. Suspected to be elite creations of the Demonfolk Association. Click to view. Fee: 100 skull coins.]
Many residents, too frightened to venture out, glued to Vision World, were immediately drawn to this breaking news. Within moments, the view count surged past two thousand!
As the black mist slowly cleared on the screen, a standoff outside Bloodsaw Potion Shop became vividly visible to all viewers. The scene shocked everyone watching.
"Demonfolk Association! I recognize their insignia! All of them belong to the Demonfolk Association's flesh arsenal!"
"What's going on? Why would the Demonfolk Association send so many of their creatures to our Wandering Soul Lane?"
"Have you forgotten? The battles from the past two nights involved the very same Demonfolk Association creatures!"
The viewers gasped at the sight of the numerous hunters on the screen. And then, their gaze shifted to Lynne, standing confidently, a smile playing on his lips, facing the horde of hunters.
"That's the boy! No doubt about it! The infamous apprentice from Bloodsaw Potion Shop!"
"What's he thinking? Is he trying to act like a fly to stop a car? Isn't that a bit overconfident?"
"Did you forget?! He was one of the combatants in last night's fight! Clearly, the Demonfolk Association is here for him!"
"Come on! Is he seriously thinking of taking on this entire army of creatures all by himself? This must be some sort of joke!"
"But, for some reason, he looks so dashing standing there!"
"So dashing +1."
Viewers in Vision World discussed animatedly, their shock palpable.
...
Outside Wandering Soul Lane, behind the shattered hillock, the massive titan skull used its tentacles to hold a telescope, observing the standoff on the street from afar.
Unihorn Ghost King squinted, commenting, "Looks like the Demonfolk Association's creatures. They've come in force, and it seems they're after that human boy."
He was deep in thought. Then, a realization hit him. Could it be? Had the human boy lured Little there to deal with these creatures from the Demonfolk Association? Was the "feast" mentioned in his letter...
Without another word, he hastily pulled out a telescope, scouring the lane for any sign of Little.
In the very next moment, he spotted her. There she was, lying in the backyard of the potion shop, her massive eyes peeping out curiously, watching the hunters on the street. The drool trickling from the corner of her mouth and the gleaming hunger in her eyes was unmistakable.
"Slurp... Slurp..."
The sound of swallowing and lip-smacking.
Unihorn Ghost King's eyes widened in realization (꒪Д꒪)ノ.
"Sure enough..."
...
"Don't worry, I won't just jab it in all at once. I'll do it slowly, ensuring that you'll feel absolutely comfortable~"
Behind the hillock, the tentacles of the Titan Skull, which held the hearing device, began to tremble.
Meanwhile, Unihorn Ghost King and the others, who also tapped into the sound signal using their unique methods, were utterly wide-eyed and breathless, unable to utter a single word.
Something's off! This isn't right! Why was the situation taking such a bizarre turn? It couldn't possibly be what they imagined, could it? It was impossible!
Yet, in the very next moment, Little's voice came through again.
"Then—let's start—if we must."
"Alright! I'm about to proceed, don't get tense, take deep breaths. Everyone has their first time!"
"Mhm~ Ready..."
The next sound was Little's voice, suddenly sharp with surprise.
"Ah! It's in! It's in! It went all the way in!"
Titan Skull: "!!!"
Female Skull: "!!!"
Unihorn Ghost King: "(ΩДΩ)!!!"
In an instant, with a swipe of his tentacle, the Titan Skull split the nearby hillock in two, flames of fury burning atop his head.
"Damn it all-"
The Titan Skull seemed on the verge of total loss of control. He flung the entire hillock into the air (╯‵皿′)╯︵Ѧ.
"No one stop me!! Let me kill him!! That scoundrel lured my daughter here for this vile act—I'll destroy him! I'll—"
The Titan Skull roared, charging forward. Behind him, the female skull (〃＞皿＜) tried to pull him back with all her might using her tentacles.
"Must be a misunderstanding—it has to be! My daughter, like us, doesn't have a body—"
The Titan Skull slapped the ground with its tentacles, roaring, "Nowhere else would be acceptable either! I'll—"
And the expressions of Unihorn Ghost King and the others became contorted, as if on the verge of breaking.
Such audacity! Truly a paragon of bravery!
At that moment, without exception, including Unihorn Ghost King, all the elite guards held an indescribable sense of admiration for the human named "Lynne."
True warriors face the bleakness of life head-on! And the bravest of them all can confront an Origin level and stand tall!
How mighty must one be to lure someone with just a letter, and without hesitation, take them to the backyard for some intense operations? This man was invincible!
Trembling with anticipation, they couldn't help but continue listening.
"Ah—something strange—is oozing out—"
"It's normal. By the way, did it hurt? My technique is always top-notch!"
"Mhm(ω)—It didn't hurt—though it feels weird—it's slippery and—quite comfortable—"
"That's good to hear~ Wait, haven't I reached the end? Little, stay still, let me inspect closely."
"Ahh—don't bring your face too close—it'll get dirty—so dirty—"
"No worries, I'll grab a lamp. I'll pry it open for a better look; it's too deep to see clearly!"
As they tuned into the ongoing voice signals, the expressions of Unihorn Ghost King and the others solidified into pure shock. Their jaws almost hit the ground.
So powerful! So audacious! They seemed to be having quite an intense moment! They couldn't listen any longer! If they did, they felt they might lose their innocence! This man truly was a formidable presence from every angle!
Now, he finally understood why his elder brother was adamant about taking that guy down. He played too many games with his niece!
...
In the backyard of the potion shop, Lynne vigorously pried open the massive skull's ear canal, holding up a lamp to peek inside with keen curiosity. He could faintly make out large amounts of sticky foam, tainted with the ear's internal grime, seeping out.
"Found the problem!" Lynne, wielding the lamp, beamed at Little and gave him a thumbs-up. "It's just a blockage. But don't worry, with my special lubricating oil and foaming agent, a few prods should do the trick!"
Little (ω) replied, "Thank you so much!"
[Ding! Little's Trust in you +1]
Without another word, Lynne quickly picked up a brush and vigorously poked into Little's ear canal, removing a large chunk of dirt lodged deep within. In no time at all, Lynne had cleared out all the blockages in the ear.
Smiling, Lynne inquired, "Does it feel clearer now?"
Little, listening intently to distant sounds, responded in amazement, "Hmm!—I seem to hear—much more than before! You're—amazing, doctor—"
[Ding! Little's Favorability towards you +10]
[Ding! Little's Trust in you +10]
Lynne flashed a thumbs-up, and with a shimmering grin, where his teeth gleamed, he laughed, "That was just the beginning! We need to address the other areas as well. Here I go!"
"Eh?—"
...
In the distant hillock.
"Ahaha(*≧▽≦)—It's been put into the mouth again—Don't casually touch the upper and lower jaws—It feels so strange—"
"Hmm—the cheeks are bulging—turning into a peculiar shape—"
"Oh wow, ah-choo(≧▽≦)—Some sticky fluid got on my face—it's so slippery—don't release it so carelessly—"
"Eh? Does it have beautifying effects? Please make sure—it's spread evenly—"
Behind the hillock, a group of Unihorn Ghosts (((;꒪ꈊ꒪;))) stood beside their equipment, forcibly enduring the increasingly bizarre and intense sounds coming from the other side.
The furious Titan Skull was firmly wrapped in place by the female skull's tentacles, its muffled mouth emitting enraged roars, its eyes blazing like they were about to split open, burning with hysterical fury.
"Wha—wha—!!"
The Titan Skull roared in anger.
The female hunter, with a blank expression, held a tentacle to half her face, murmuring, "My daughter—has grown up—"
Beside her, Unihorn Ghost King nodded absently, muttering, "It actually... lasted over two hours..."
At that moment, his admiration for the youth named Lynne flowed like a mighty river, unstoppable and vast.
Truly! He could no longer think of any words to describe his feelings. Just a head, and yet so many tricks were played... If there was still a body... It would be unimaginable!!
...
[Ding! Unihorn Ghost King's admiration for you +50]
[Ding! Unihorn Ghost King's admiration for you +80]
[Ding! Unihorn Ghost King's admiration for you +100]
[Ding! Congratulations on triggering the achievement: Recognition from a Big Shot. You've gained 200 Experience]
[Recognition from a Big Shot: A special achievement earned when a King-level existence genuinely admires and appreciates you. You have gained a permanent buff: All attributes +10, Charm +1.]
While helping Little wash her face with bubbles, Lynne paused, looking around in confusion. He was completely baffled.
How did he receive thisr peculiar achievement? He hadn't done anything extraordinary here! Could it be because someone had watched last night's video? Or perhaps his Critical Strike Potion had been recognized by some big shot? Hmm... It seemed very likely, given that his potions were unique and perfect, produced by the system itself.
With that thought, Lynne's spirits lifted. His actions, as he cared for Little's skin, became even more adept.
[Ding! Little's Favorability towards you +1]
[Ding! Little's Favorability towards you +1]
What he was unaware of was that in another direction of Wandering Soul Lane, a tall figure clad in a black cloak emerged slowly from the mists, appearing at the entrance of Wandering Soul Lane. He squinted, the mechanical structures on his cheeks pulsating with an eerie gleam.
Behind him, two massive flesh puppets appeared, their vast pupils emotionlessly staring at Wandering Soul Lane, coming to a stop behind him. Also appearing were countless human-headed spider hunters. At first glance, they were densely packed.
"We have arrived!"
Mech-Demon said with narrowed eyes. Ever since the conclusion of yesterday's battle, he had swiftly mobilized a large force from the Demonfolk Association, speeding towards this location. The image of that human youth surfaced again in his mind—the one who could incorporate his cutting-edge biological weapon into himself.
"I hope you haven't fled." He said, narrowing his eyes, his expression cold. "Otherwise, it would be far less entertaining!"
He already had plans for what was to come. His aim was to capture alive if possible, then take the individual to his lab to dissect and closely study the unique aspects of that human. Perhaps with this specimen, he could make significant advancements in the creation of the Demonfolk Association's subsequent biological weapons.
To ensure success, he had used his authority this time, mobilizing two Type 3 Flesh-Blood Puppets at once, and added to the mix were a multitude of hunters. With this kind of force, even King-level entities would wisely detour. He was absolutely confident this time.
A cold smirk appeared on his face.
"You should feel honored that I, the Vice President, have personally come to deal with you. Your death won't be in vain! Move out!"
His eyes dark and foreboding, he led the hunters and flesh puppets into Wandering Soul Lane.
…
Meanwhile, as Lynne cheerfully wiped Little's face with a towel in the backyard, a system prompt suddenly rang in his ear.
[Ding! You've triggered a special task: Leave a Complete Corpse. Task Introduction: Strive to survive, and if you can't, at least try to leave your corpse in the best condition possible.]
[Task Reward: 5 Black Skull Coins, Experience: 3000, Special Reward x1]
[Leave a Complete Corpse Bonus: 50 Hell Black Skull Coins, Titanium Alloy Coffin x1, Wreaths x5, Graceful Suit x1.]
Lynne's movements froze in an instant. Yet swiftly, he regained his composure, his expression quickly returning to calm.
Triggered a mission?! It seemed exactly as he had guessed. After enduring two failed attempts at hunting him down, the Demonfolk Association had finally decided to dispatch a stronger entity to deal with him, hadn't they? And since the system had already issued the mission, it meant that the crisis was imminent!
Moreover, this mission was a tad bit outlandish! Had the standards for completing missions lowered to such an extent?!
In his mind, an image flashed—himself in a dignified suit, holding flowers, peacefully lying in a titanium alloy coffin, while outside, hell money fluttered, wreaths drifted...
An entire process had already been arranged!
Lin En gritted his teeth in an instant, his expression turning serious. But fortunately, thanks to his quick wit in inviting Little over last night. Even though the master hadn't returned, it was almost there.
"Little, are you hungry?" Lynne turned around, gazing earnestly at the freshly scrubbed Little by his side.
Little (ω) replied, "Is it a feast— I haven't eaten anything for three days—"
Lynne earnestly raised his thumbs up, smiling: "Don't worry, the takeout I ordered has arrived. It's definitely a feast among feasts, I guarantee it'll make you feel completely full this time!"
...
On Wandering Soul Lane, just outside the potion shop, billowing black mists rolled to the sides, dissipating gradually. Out of the thick fog, Mech-Demon, with a somber expression, took measured steps forward. Behind him loomed two massive flesh puppets, followed by an endless horde of hunters.
"Halt!"
He abruptly raised his hand, signaling the massive army behind him to stop. His gaze immediately settled on a young man who slowly appeared from the shadows ahead on the street.
Dressed in linen, Lynne stood there confidently with arms crossed, a slight curve to his lips, and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He appeared calm and collected, staring right back at them.
Mech-Demon narrowed his eyes. He instantly recognized the boy. It was Lynne, the very same individual who had destroyed one of his hunter units the previous night.
Could it be? Had he not fled? And now, he was standing there, brazen and bold, confronting them?
"What's going on?" he thought.
"Welcome, esteemed guests," Lynne greeted with a smile, bowing slightly in a gentlemanly manner, adjusting his monocle. "I've been expecting you for quite some time."
The audacity in his demeanor was unmistakable.
...
Meanwhile, on Vision World.
[Informant: Latest update from Wandering Soul Lane! Warning! Current danger level at its peak! Aside from Origin-level creatures, a large number of top-tier puppets have been spotted. Suspected to be elite creations of the Demonfolk Association. Click to view. Fee: 100 skull coins.]
Many residents, too frightened to venture out, glued to Vision World, were immediately drawn to this breaking news. Within moments, the view count surged past two thousand!
As the black mist slowly cleared on the screen, a standoff outside Bloodsaw Potion Shop became vividly visible to all viewers. The scene shocked everyone watching.
"Demonfolk Association! I recognize their insignia! All of them belong to the Demonfolk Association's flesh arsenal!"
"What's going on? Why would the Demonfolk Association send so many of their creatures to our Wandering Soul Lane?"
"Have you forgotten? The battles from the past two nights involved the very same Demonfolk Association creatures!"
The viewers gasped at the sight of the numerous hunters on the screen. And then, their gaze shifted to Lynne, standing confidently, a smile playing on his lips, facing the horde of hunters.
"That's the boy! No doubt about it! The infamous apprentice from Bloodsaw Potion Shop!"
"What's he thinking? Is he trying to act like a fly to stop a car? Isn't that a bit overconfident?"
"Did you forget?! He was one of the combatants in last night's fight! Clearly, the Demonfolk Association is here for him!"
"Come on! Is he seriously thinking of taking on this entire army of creatures all by himself? This must be some sort of joke!"
"But, for some reason, he looks so dashing standing there!"
"So dashing +1."
Viewers in Vision World discussed animatedly, their shock palpable.
...
Outside Wandering Soul Lane, behind the shattered hillock, the massive titan skull used its tentacles to hold a telescope, observing the standoff on the street from afar.
Unihorn Ghost King squinted, commenting, "Looks like the Demonfolk Association's creatures. They've come in force, and it seems they're after that human boy."
He was deep in thought. Then, a realization hit him. Could it be? Had the human boy lured Little there to deal with these creatures from the Demonfolk Association? Was the "feast" mentioned in his letter...
Without another word, he hastily pulled out a telescope, scouring the lane for any sign of Little.
In the very next moment, he spotted her. There she was, lying in the backyard of the potion shop, her massive eyes peeping out curiously, watching the hunters on the street. The drool trickling from the corner of her mouth and the gleaming hunger in her eyes was unmistakable.
"Slurp... Slurp..."
The sound of swallowing and lip-smacking.
Unihorn Ghost King's eyes widened in realization (꒪Д꒪)ノ.
"Sure enough..."
...
