"Hmmhmmm~"
River hummed quietly to himself, his voice muffled beneath the smooth surface of his toy white mask. A soft, catchy melody filtered through the internal speakers of his mask—something electronic and cheerful that felt completely out of place in the aftermath of a brutal monster battle.
Yet here he was, walking calmly and confidently toward the fallen Alpha Rotling like he was taking a stroll in the park.
The corrupted mini-boss lay still, its grotesque body twitching in its final death throes. Around it, the green liquid that had once swirled thickly now began to lift. And near its corpse—just as River had anticipated—was the shimmering glow of loot drops, softly pulsating in colors;
River's eyes immediately zeroed in on the items: a glowing yellow vial, what looked like a jagged piece of bone covered in ancient runes, and a faintly pulsing black crystal that radiated dark energy.
Jackpot, he thought, his heart fluttering in anticipation. He quickened his steps.
