WPC NOV Winner *** “Hmph, my dumb big sister is in danger!” A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Hehehehe... this gives me the perfect excuse to finally use this treasure I’ve acquired but never bothered with!” He rummaged through his belongings, carefully selecting various items. “A bit of this... and this... and a dash of this.” Boom! The explosion of energy sent a ripple through the air as he laughed maniacally. “Hahaha! It's done! Now, all I need is a compatible host for it.” Years later... “Did I overdo it?” he wondered in awe, watching as his creation wreaked havoc, conquering world after world with ease, as though stealing candies from children. **** As you saw the synopsis, it will be :- Op Mc Harem World Travels And one side beating
The Metis race's illusions were impressive, but like all illusions, they had their limitations. "These sneaky bastards are such cowards," Asher muttered under his breath, his disdain clear. Emily glanced at him briefly but remained focused, knowing this was no time for distraction.
The Metis were by far shorter in stature than humans, and when compared to giants or beastmen, they seemed almost frail. However, their overinflated egos often made them underestimate their opponents—a mistake Asher planned to exploit.
"You arrogant bastards," he growled as one illusion dissolved, revealing six actual Metis soldiers. These were lower-ranked individuals, likely E or D-rank warriors. This was typical for an outermost outpost like this one. The real challenge lay in the deeper Myrian Outpost, known for housing higher-ranked Metis soldiers and their elite forces.