Chapter 598 Twisted Sense Of Humor

Villain Ch 598. Twisted Sense Of Humor

The crew strolled by way of the hall till they got here nose to nose with Grimar, the NPC craftsman. Allen approached Grimar. “Hey, Grimar!”

Grimar, with an air of mystique, appeared up from his crafting desk. “Ah, the emperor, at all times looking out for one thing new. What can I do for you in the present day?”

With a sly chuckle, Allen reached into his stock and pulled out 100 Darkish Threads. “Received just a little one thing for you.”

Grimar’s eyes twinkled with delight. “Ah, Darkish Threads! A craftsman’s favourite foreign money. What do you need to make with these?”

Allen leaned in, a glint of pleasure in his eyes. “I am considering of a killer new weapon and a few badass armor.”

Grimar nodded appreciatively. “A ruler’s necessities. Let’s examine what we will conjure up.” He accepted the Darkish Threads with a gracious nod and began to dig in his blueprint field.

After a second of contemplation, Grimar appeared again at Allen. “How about this?” He took out considered one of them and put it on the desk. It was a blueprint for a smooth, obsidian blade. “This one’s referred to as ‘Midnight Reaper.’ It is a step above your Nightmare sword, guarantees a bit extra oomph within the swing.”

Allen’s eyes widened with curiosity. “Midnight Reaper, huh? Sounds ominous. I prefer it! And for the armor?”

Grimar continued his searching, lastly selecting a set of shadow-infused armor. “This this is Shadowbane armor. It will provide you with a bit extra agility and a few further protection. Good for a satan emperor such as you.”

With the blueprint for the Midnight Reaper in his fingers, Allen could not comprise his pleasure. “Earlier than we dive into crafting, inform me about this Midnight Reaper. What’s its standing? Harm, particular results.”

A listing popped up in entrance of Allen.

Midnight Reaper

Class: Weapon

Description: The Midnight Reaper, a blade veiled in shadows, whispers tales of the void with every swing. Crafted from the essence of the darkest hour, its malevolent aura instills terror within the hearts of those that dare cross its path.

Stats:

Assault: +450

Vital Harm: +20%

Life Steal: +8%

Darkish Resistance: +25%

Agility +5%

Shadow Slash Impact: Enemies hit have an opportunity to be troubled with Shadow Slash, decreasing their motion velocity by 15% for five seconds.

Allen’s consideration turned to the Shadowbane armor’s blueprint. He shot Grimar an keen look, his curiosity piqued. “Alright, what is the lowdown on this Shadowbane armor?”

One other listing popped up in entrance of Allen.

Shadowbane

It was a bizarre mixture of annoyance and guilt. Father^Alex was now on the hit listing. The sport algorithm had a twisted humorousness, throwing them into these awkward conditions.

With a resigned sigh, Allen shook off the interior battle and muttered, “Alright, Alex, let’s make this as painless as doable. Out and in, no onerous emotions.” It was the equal of making ready for an uncomfortable household reunion, solely this time, it concerned sword fights and bloody scenes.

Allen, taking a deep breath, lastly made up his thoughts. “Alright, depend me in. I will settle for the hunt for the Midnight Reaper. Let’s do that.”

Grimar, with a twinkle in his eyes, nodded in approval. “Nice selection! The realm await your prowess. I will be proper right here, prepared and ready on your return.”

With a decided nod, Allen squared his shoulders. “Proper… I will collect these supplies and convey again the loot. The Midnight Reaper is pretty much as good as mine.”

Grimar provided a parting piece of recommendation, “Bear in mind, the trail could also be robust, however the rewards shall be value it.”

[Quest accepted!]

[Collect The Midnight Reaper’s materials!]

After accepting the hunt from Grimar, Allen turned to the women with a mixture of anticipation and delicate dread. “Alright, women, what did you get from Grimar? Any surprises?”

Vivian, engrossing in checking her newly acquired quest, appeared up with a confused expression. “Get what?”

Allen cringed a bit, realizing he was the bearer of doubtless awkward information. “The participant listing, Vivian. I obtained Father^Alex on my hit listing. Appears to be like like I’ve obtained to… you recognize, take him down.” He rubbed the again of his neck, attempting to ease the strain.

The revelation hit the group like a bombshell. A collective chuckle rippled by way of the celebration, accompanied by just a few ‘Oof’ remarks. Larissa could not assist however level out, “That is so ironic. We have been simply looking with him, and now you are speculated to hunt him.”

Bella, attempting to stifle fun, chimed in, “I ought to really feel sorry for him, however someway I could not assist however chuckle. That is too good.”

Jane provided a sympathetic nod. “It is only a sport, proper? He’ll respawn or no matter. No onerous emotions.”

Zoe, trying on the humorous facet, added, “Think about if he is aware of it is us. He’ll most likely rant and yell at us earlier than we take him down, speaking about creating a brand new enemy.”

Allen, although amused by the women’ reactions, could not shake off the irony of the state of affairs. “Yeah, yeah, it is a sport, however nonetheless, it is gonna be bizarre. We have been simply strategizing with him, and now I’ve obtained to strategize towards him.”

Amid the laughter and banter, Jane chimed in. “True, true. Who would’ve thought our pleasant buffer would flip into our goal?”

Alice leaned in with a mischievous grin. “Hey, talking of targets, anybody obtained Sophia’s title on their hit listing?” Her tone hinted at a playful curiosity.

Allen, with a wry smile, confirmed, “Yep, she’s additionally on my listing.”

The revelation hung within the air, and the group’s response shifted from laughter to shock. Bella, who had been taking the information in stride, now raised an eyebrow. “Wait, what? You have obtained her in your listing too?”

Allen nodded, attempting to suppress a smirk. “Looks as if the sport needs me to spice issues up a bit.”

Bella, with a chuckle, remarked, “Appears to be like like the sport needs to make all of the healers your enemies, Allen.”

The teasing vibe hung within the air till Shea, who had been silently considering, lastly spoke up. Her eyes have been fastened on her hit listing, and there was a considerate glint in them. “You recognize, guys, I have been considering. It looks as if the sport algorithm needs to solidify our place as pure villains. It is giving us goal gamers who’re near us, creating some drama.”

With out additional ado, Shea, with a smirk, revealed her listing. “Test this out. I additionally obtained Father^Alex.”

The others, intrigued by Shea’s revelation, swiftly navigated by way of their interfaces to examine their very own hit lists. The invention led to a collective realization. Every of them had Father^Alex’s title obvious again at them, a weird twist within the sport’s narrative.