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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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365 Chs

That girl is a bit mysterious.

"Is this fine?" I asked as I looked at Blaze.

"...Damn, princess, did you get taller? I just noticed, for some reason," Blaze said as he looked at me.

"I don't know," I replied, looking down. It suddenly struck me that I had grown taller after leveling up to [Level 3: Scorchmaster]. That meant there were a few more levels above this.

Anyways, I made a quick stop at the tavern, changed my clothes, and took a bath before leaving. According to Alver, I still had the smell of blood on me, so it was better to wash it off.

"That guy has a strong nose," Blaze commented. It was true, as I didn't think someone could notice the smell of blood even after the bath I took in the pond.

"Anyways... how did you find out that Alver is an Aristocrat? Or was it just a figure of speech because he's rich and..." Blaze, as always, was slow to catch up on these things.