It rained wealth! Damn! Just taking half of that dude's inventory took almost an entire minute of sustained system transfer. That had never happened before in all my time traversing this apocalypse.
Usually, when I utilised my skill to strip half of a fallen enemy's inventory, the process was instantaneous—a few seconds of flickering light and the loot was mine. Yet this time, the progress bar crawled for an entire minute.
A whole minute! Damn, dude, I thought, looking at the ashen corpse of the Dragon leader. Did you come here carrying your entire family's treasure vault, or did you rob a regional bank on your way out of the city?
"Run!"
The shout broke my concentration. Even with their leader dead, a few surviving Dragons—driven by a mixture of suicidal rage and blind panic—tried to charge forward to take revenge. And in the middle of this chaotic cluster, I spotted that Succubus whore.
