Chapter 19: Three PKers.

"It was too easy, Don't you think," I remarked to Death with a smirk. "It was like going on a shopping spree without even having to pay."

Death chuckled, her beautiful features contorting into an amused grin. "Ah, I feel disappointment in your voice, My Love,"

"I am disappointed, I was really looking forward an epic fight against dragon." I really was, even when I am in front of the dragon, I was confidence in defeating without sweating.

And I was looking forward to using my newly acquired Vampire abilities.

Death chuckled softly, her amusement evident in the twinkle of her eye sockets. "Ah, my love, you always crave for the thrill of battle," she remarked affectionately, her bony fingers tracing patterns in the air. "But fear not, there will be plenty more opportunities for epic showdowns in your future adventures."

I shrugged playfully, feigning disappointment. "I suppose you're right," I admitted with a dramatic sigh. "Guess I'll just have to settle for slaying fiery demons instead."

Death nodded in agreement, her expression serene despite the humor in her voice. "Indeed, my love. But who knows? Perhaps Muspelheim will offer a challenge worthy of your skills."

"Well, no use crying over spilled blood, right?" I quipped, trying to inject a bit of levity into the situation. "Onward to Muspelheim!"

I was about to go to Muspelheim but I suddenly sensed something behind the Trees. I sensed three presences, three players.

I don't need to be a genius to realize what they are doing.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I muttered to myself, my lips curling into a wicked grin. "Alright, you sneaky little rascals, come out and show yourselves," I called out, my voice laced with amusement. "I promise I won't bite... unless you ask nicely."

Moments later, three figures stumbled into view, looking as though they'd just been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. The one with the staff looked like he'd rather be back in his wizard's tower studying ancient tomes. The healer, in his pristine white robes, seemed torn between offering a potion or a prayer. And the warrior? Well, he looked ready to charge into battle, but his armor seemed to be doing most of the talking.

A caster, a supporter, a warrior—a well balanced party.

I couldn't resist a smirk as I eyed the newcomers, their gear a mishmash of styles that screamed budget shopping spree. "Well, well, well, what's the occasion, gentlemen?" I teased, unable to resist poking fun at their motley crew.

The wizard, looking like he'd just stepped out of a fantasy-themed garage sale, pointed his staff at me. "You're a Heteromorphic, right?" he asked, his voice tinged with both curiosity and apprehension.

Now that's a statement that caught my attention faster than a cat chasing a laser pointer. It seemed they were more intrigued by my species than by me. Time to have a little fun with this.

I raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Why, whatever do you mean?" I replied with a sly grin, playing up the mystery of my heteromorphic status. "Is it the fangs, the crimson eyes, or the general aura of danger that gives it away?"

"You see, our mage has a special ability to locate the enemy, and since Heteromorphic Players are viewed as a monster race by his ability, he can use it to look for Heteromorphic Players," said the man in the silver armor, who, based on his appearance and aura, is undoubtedly the party's leader.

I couldn't help but chuckle at their explanation, finding their logic both amusing and absurd. "Ah, I see," I replied, my voice dripping with mock understanding. "So basically, your mage here has a special talent for finding monsters, and you've mistaken me for one of his targets. How flattering."

Having gotten the answer I was looking for, I saw no point in lingering with them.

"Well, now that you've found me, what can I do for you three? Fancy a selfie or something?" I quipped, as a smile emoji appears above me.

"Hahaha, nothing like that, something better. I don't know if you know this, but PKing a player who is heteromorphic won't result in any sort of punishment for us. In addition to giving better experience points, they also give rare job class, and you, lucky dude, have some pretty darn good gear on yourself. They look incredibly expensive, I won't lie," said the man who appeared to be a Priest while admiring my equipment.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at their brazenness, their greediness shining through like a beacon in the forest. "Ah, I see where this is going," I remarked, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "A classic case of 'finders keepers, losers weepers,' isn't it?"

The Priest-like guy's eyes gleamed with avarice as he ogled my gear, clearly already envisioning himself decked out in my expensive items. "Feels bad, man, but all of that will be ours now," he declared with a smirk, his words oozing with entitlement.

I couldn't stifle a chuckle at their audacity, finding their attempts at intimidation both amusing and pathetic. "You know, I came here expecting a showdown with a fearsome dragon," I admitted, my voice laced with amusement. "Turns out, she's just a big softie who wouldn't hurt a fly. Can't say I blame her; I'm not one to pick a fight with someone who's not looking for trouble. But hey, now that you fine gentlemen have shown up, it looks like I won't be leaving empty-handed after all."

"But before we get into the fun, may I ask you a question? Is hunting heteromorphic currently popular?" I asked a question to the three.

The trio exchanged glances, clearly taken aback by my unexpected question. The priest-like guy shifted uncomfortably, clearly unsure of how to respond. After a moment's hesitation, he cleared his throat and replied, "Uh, well, it's not exactly a trend, but, uh, there are some players who see it as a, um, lucrative opportunity, if you catch my drift."

I raised an eyebrow, feigning interest. "Ah, I see," I replied, nodding thoughtfully. "So, it's more of a niche market, then? Not exactly mainstream, but still enough demand to keep you guys in business?"

"I suppose it's only natural to capitalize on a lucrative market opportunity when you see one."

The warrior-like guy nodded enthusiastically, a gleam of excitement in his eyes. "Exactly!" he exclaimed, his voice booming like a war horn. "And let me tell you, pal, you're about to become our latest jackpot."

"Well, I suppose there's no shortage of opportunists in this world," I remarked, "But hey, who am I to judge? To each their own, right?"

"Anyway, enough chit-chat," I said with a dismissive wave of my hand. "Shall we get down to business? I do believe we have a duel to attend to."

"{Knell down}," I said as I used my {Blood Monarch} ability.

They complied almost instantly, dropping to their knees with expressions of shock and confusion.

"What did you do?" The wizard asked with visible confusion.

I couldn't help but chuckle at their bewildered expressions, reveling in the power of my Blood Monarch ability. "Oh, just a little something I picked up along the way,"

"Now then, I don't have any more time to waste, so {Kill Yourself}."

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