Novel Full Chapter 852 Unresolved Problems Never Go Away, They Only Wait For You To Come Back
Villain Ch 852. Unresolved Problems Never Go Away, They Only Wait For You To Come Back
After the conversation concluded, the group descended from their aerial vantage points, landing on the forest floor. Something had shifted among them. The playful banter that had previously characterized their hunts were replaced by a clear seriousness. This time, the hunt felt less like a game and more like an invasion—a conquest of the island and its mutant inhabitants.
They moved fast, their steps synchronized and their expressions focused. Allen led the charge, his eyes scanning the dense foliage for any sign of movement. There was no hesitation in their actions; they attacked swiftly and decisively. The mutants were caught off guard, unable to mount any defense before being overwhelmed by the onslaught.
Explosions echoed through the forest. Elemental magic crackled and roared, filling the air with the intense heat of fire, the chilling touch of ice, and the deafening crash of thunder. Each step they took was marked by a new burst of power. Fireballs exploded upon contact, incinerating everything in their path. Ice shards flew through the air, freezing mutants where they stood.
Thunderbolts struck with precision, shattering defenses and reducing their foes to smoldering ruins.
The group had never hunted like this before. Their usual approach was stealthy and calculated, but today they were different. They were unstoppable and relentless. The efficiency was undeniable. They moved through the island like a storm, leaving behind a trail of defeated mutants and charred earth.
The hunt finished about two hours later, the group finally sated after thoroughly wrecking the island and its hidden dungeon. The forest was now eerily silent. Trees were splintered, the ground was scorched, and the once-lively atmosphere was replaced by an unsettling stillness. The team moved through the remnants of their conquest.
They had found the hidden dungeon during their relentless sweep of the island. It had been concealed beneath a tangle of tree roots, its entrance barely discernible in the chaos of the forest floor. Inside, the dungeon was a stark contrast to the lush exterior. It was dark and damp, with a labyrinthine quality that suggested it had been untouched for years.
The dungeon itself resembled an abandoned alchemist’s laboratory, its walls lined with crumbling stone and overgrown with roots. The air was thick with the scent of decay, and the floor was littered with the remnants of ancient experiments. Broken glass vials, rusted metal instruments, and fragments of parchment lay scattered about, hinting at the frantic activity that had once taken place here.
The dungeon consisted of two floors, both not too large but filled with an unsettling history. As they descended into the depths, they discovered the mutant turtle’s nest. The creatures seemed to have made this forsaken place their home. The nest itself was a chaotic jumble of bones, shells, and discarded experiments, a clear proof of the alchemists’ failed ambitions.
On the second floor, on a dusty, decrepit table, they found a parchment that provided a glimpse into the backstory of this doomed place. The parchment, yellowed with age and brittle to the touch, contained the scribbled notes of one of the alchemists.
It spoke of their ambition to create a beast monster that they could summon in battle, their dissatisfaction with using only plant-based monsters like mandragoras, and their decision to use turtles as the base animal for their experiments.
But the experiment had gone horribly wrong. The notes detailed how the turtles, initially docile and controllable, had grown out of control. Their monstrous transformations had turned them into rampaging beasts, destroying everything in their path. The alchemists had tried to contain the situation, but their efforts were in vain.
The monsters grew more powerful and aggressive, leading to the ultimate destruction of the laboratory and the island itself.
The final lines of the parchment revealed a grim truth. The alchemists had discovered that the turtles could not cross salt water, which had effectively turned the island into a prison for the mutant creatures. Isolated and cut off from the mainland, the island had become a desolate reminder of the alchemists’ hubris and the catastrophic consequences of their ambition.
After thoroughly wrecking the mutant island and uncovering the tragic backstory of the mutant turtles, Allen and his companions returned to their base, the Cursed Crypts. They only talked a bit before they said goodbye and logged.One by one, they logged out, their avatars dissolving into the ether of the virtual world.
Allen removed his VR device, the transition from the immersive reality of Hell’s Gate to the quiet stillness of his room feeling jarring. A long huff escaped his mouth as he leaned back in his gaming chair, his body sinking into the chair contours. The dark sky outside his window indicated that dinner time was nearing, but the thought of leaving his chair felt almost too burdensome.
The VR device clinked softly as he placed it on his desk. He stared at it for a moment, his expression stony and contemplative. It was strange, he reflected, how much his life had changed since discovering he was a Goldborne. The revelation had brought a mix of relief and complexity into his life. On one hand, it had provided him with security and resources he had never imagined.
On the other, it had brought back old memories and unresolved issues that he had hoped to leave behind.
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Ever since learning about his true heritage, he had felt a subtle shift within himself. He had become less guarded, more willing to embrace the possibilities of his new life. He wanted to live well, to forge a future unencumbered by the shadows of his past. Yet, despite his best efforts, those shadows seemed to linger, waiting for the right moment to resurface.
But today had been a hard reminder that some things couldn’t be easily forgotten or ignored. The restless confrontation with Sophia and how his trauma kept disturbing his mind had stirred something within him. He realized he couldn’t just leave his past behind without addressing the lingering issues that could become stumbling blocks in his future.
A long exhale escaped his mouth. “I guess… the quote ‘Unresolved problems never go away; they only wait for you to come back’ is right,” he muttered to himself.