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No More Pain For This Villain.

[Synopsis] In a dark, underground basement, a spooky old man's voice sent shivers down my spine. "You're gonna meet your end, hahaha," he taunted, before lunging at me with a sword, slashing the air, and spattering my throat with red drops. "We'll see," I defiantly whispered, my last words fading as I drifted into darkness. Suddenly, I woke up in a bustling tavern filled with laughter and clinking glasses. A captivating lady stood before me, her beauty clashing with her angry expression, ready to disrupt the cheerful mood. "Don't stalk me," she snapped, giving me a harsh look before storming out of the tavern. Am I stuck in some kind of game? My common sense shattered, leaving me questioning my reality. ------------------------------------------- [A/N: Give it a read, buddy; you won't regret it.] [Discord Server Link: https://discord.com/invite/4gVfcaePJS]

Satan03 · Fantasy
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363 Chs

First Floor.

Even after regaining my limbs, I crawled on the ground, gasping for breath and recovering from the intense battle. Glancing around the chamber, I surveyed the remnants of the Arachnarok Spider's web and scattered debris. Amidst the wreckage, I discovered several intriguing items:

1. Arachnarok Fang: A large, venomous fang known for crafting potent poisons. "It'll be useful in the future," I mused, pondering its purpose.

2. Silk Thread: Strands of durable spider silk, perfect for crafting lightweight yet sturdy materials.

3. Arachnid Carapace: A resilient section of the spider's exoskeleton, suitable for crafting armor or protective gear.

Though the skull was slightly cracked, with my sword still lodged inside, it remained undamaged. However, its size posed a challenge—I couldn't fit it in my bag.

"And last but not least," I thought, content as I pocketed the item.