Novel Full Chapter 387 A Whole Different Level
Villain Ch 387. A Whole Different Level
The echoes of the villains’ mocking laughter faded, and the battlefield fell into a tense silence. The players exchanged glances, processing the events that had just transpired. Allen’s group had managed to hold their own against two powerful villains, earning both the respect and disbelief of those who had witnessed their prowess.
“Seriously, I thought they were just bluffing,” another player chimed in, clearly impressed by Allen’s group’s performance.
Yora, overhearing the comments, couldn’t help but feel a mix of satisfaction and frustration. She had hoped that her show of skill would catch Allen’s attention, but it seemed that his focus was solely on the battle. She glanced over at Allen, who was now surrounded by players congratulating him. Her envy and irritation only grew.
As the applause and congratulations continued, Mac’s team remained in a tense silence.
“He’s not just stronger, he’s on a whole different level,” INeedAHotGF finally spoke up, his tone a mix of frustration and begrudging admiration. He couldn’t deny the gap in their performance, and it irked him.
Lord*Hunter’s grip on his bow tightened even more, his frustration evident in his clenched jaw. “We need to figure out how they managed to out-damage us,” he muttered, his annoyance apparent.
Arrow_Master, his brows furrowed, nodded in agreement. “Their coordination and strategy must be something else. We need to up our game,” he grumbled.
Meanwhile, as the players congratulated Allen’s group, Shea couldn’t help but grin. “Not bad, huh?” she said, a sense of pride evident in her voice.
Allen chuckled, a modest smile on his face. “Yeah, we pulled it off,” he replied, his gaze shifting between his group members.
With their weapons safely stowed, Allen and the girls walked back to the altar, where the other players had gathered. They maintained their victorious demeanor, though the exhaustion was evident in their faces. A collective sigh of relief escaped their lips.
As they mingled with the crowd, the atmosphere quickly shifted. The wounded players were tending to their injuries, some hastily chugging down potions, while others sought the aid of the available priests and priestesses. Yora seized the moment, her opportunity to shine. She confidently activated her Regeneration Light, creating a soft, healing glow that encompassed the injured players. Their expressions of pain gradually transformed into ones of relief and gratitude.
Allen and his team also pretended to be injured, but they didn’t go inside Yora’s light. Instead, they sipped potions. However, behind their fa?ade, they exchanged knowing glances. Their HP bars remained hidden, allowing them to maintain the illusion.
As Yora’s Regeneration Light continued to work its magic, some players couldn’t help but marvel at her skill. “That’s some impressive healing,” one of them commented, watching the rejuvenating light with awe.
“Definitely,” another player chimed in. “She’s a top-tier healer for sure.”
The praise was like music to Yora’s ears. She basked in the attention, hoping that somewhere among the spectators, Allen might take notice of her abilities. But she was wrong.
Yora’s frustration continued to brew as she observed Allen’s apparent lack of interest in her healing skills. Unable to contain her irritation any longer, she marched over to him, determination etched across her features. The other players couldn’t help but take notice, the air charged with curiosity and anticipation.
Without mincing words, Yora confronted Allen head-on. “Why?” Her question hung in the air, tinged with annoyance, her forehead creasing with a frown. The attention of those around them was now fully focused on the unfolding exchange.
Allen shifted his gaze to Yora, his expression composed despite her evident agitation. “What?” he responded, his tone casual, not betraying any hint of emotion. 𝗼𝘃𝗹.𝗼𝐫𝗴
Frustration surged within Yora, fueled by his nonchalant demeanor. She wasn’t about to let his indifference deter her. “Why don’t you ever take my Regeneration Light like the others?” Her words were direct, laden with annoyance and a touch of accusation.
Bella chimed in with her perspective. “Other players need it more than us. We’re giving others a chance. It’s only fair,” she offered, attempting to diffuse the tension.
“I didn’t ask you. I asked him,” Yora retorted, her words pointed and unyielding. Yora’s glare silenced her in an instant, her patience at its limit.
Bella lifted her hand in a gesture of surrender, her lips curving into a wry smile. “Alright, alright. Got it.”
Allen met her gaze evenly, his response clear and unwavering. “My answer is the same as what she just said. There are other players who need it more than we do.” His tone carried a hint of finality, as if to put an end to the discussion.
Yora’s frustration clashed with Allen’s stoicism, a tension palpable in the air. Their interaction had garnered the attention of those around them, turning the once festive atmosphere into a backdrop for their confrontation.
Yora’s retort was ready to escape her lips, poised to continue the exchange, but her words were abruptly halted by INeedAHotGF’s urgent announcement. “Yora! Mac is coming!” His words rang out, drawing her attention away from Allen and toward the unfolding danger.
Swiftly, Yora turned her gaze to the source of the commotion, her eyes narrowing as she spotted Mac. He was being pursued by a sizable mob of monsters, their menacing forms closing in on him rapidly. The urgency of the situation overshadowed her annoyance, and her focus shifted from her confrontation with Allen to the imminent threat.
Amidst the chaos, Allen’s voice cut through, laced with a taunting sneer. “You’d better lend a hand to your beloved paladin rather than wasting time talking to me.” His words stung, the jibe serving as a reminder of the priorities at hand.
Yora’s reaction was immediate, a mixture of irritation and determination evident in her features. She responded by clicking her tongue audibly, a show of her frustration, before decisively turning away from Allen. Her steps were purposeful as she rejoined her group, her focus now on the impending battle to aid Mac.
The priestess, her curiosity piqued by Yora’s departure, made her way over to Allen and his group. She couldn’t help but voice her inquiry. “Why did she react that way?” she asked, her tone carrying a mix of genuine curiosity and confusion.
Allen’s lips curved into a wry smile, his expression acknowledging the complexity of the situation. “I wish I knew. But it’s pretty clear we’re not her favorite people right now,” he responded, his words tinged with a touch of bemusement.
“I think we should get out of here,” said Shea with a huff.
The priestess’ brows furrowed. “Are you planning to move to another map?” she inquired.
Larissa chimed in with her characteristic nonchalance, her tone conveying an air of practicality. “Yeah, seems like the smarter move. There’s no point in stirring up more drama with a ‘famous’ guild,” she added, the words resonating with a sense of pragmatism.
The priest’s voice added to the conversation, a touch of farewell woven into her words. “Take care, guys,” he said.
With that, Allen and his companions turned their backs on the scene, leaving behind the curious glances and the tumultuous encounter.
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