Villain Ch 1754. Step Aside, NPC!
Allen leaned against a crooked stone outcrop while the others squabbled over map angles and debated if the tiny burn marks near a fractured leyline meant anything at all. The cursed sky above was starting to flicker with purple fire again—storm coming. Or the system doing something funky. Hard to tell in this zone.
The five-minute hunt Elio asked for had officially turned into twenty.
And of course… It was useless.
Well—not completely useless.
Because some players did come. Of course they did. Fake Emperor cultists were like cockroaches at this point—scattering in the shadows, biting ankles when you weren't looking, screaming edgy quotes they clearly rehearsed in the mirror.
This time, they came in smaller groups. Three to five per wave, at most. Manageable. Sloppy.
Still annoying.
